<?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-29884446</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:35:21.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my-mindless-trip</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-116609346358676983</id><published>2006-12-14T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:51:03.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer tendencies</title><content type='html'>At work, when clients are rude, I want to kill them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-116609346358676983?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/116609346358676983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=116609346358676983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/116609346358676983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/116609346358676983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/12/killer-tendencies.html' title='Killer tendencies'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-116392019606203091</id><published>2006-11-18T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:55:55.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"My brother was dating this girl..She was weird man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Weird? Why?I mean,weird in what way?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Oh..she used to cry and all if he hung up the phone on her..even if he was expecting any other important calls, she would insist that he talk to her and not take any other call... he just wasn't allowed to hang up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha ha... She might as well have strangled him! Would be the same thing!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How? Then how would he call her ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Exactly ..... Solves her problem right? That way he would never hang up on her!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-116392019606203091?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/116392019606203091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=116392019606203091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/116392019606203091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/116392019606203091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/11/uh-huh.html' title='Uh huh?'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115936700525545980</id><published>2006-09-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T11:35:26.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>Run&lt;br /&gt;hurry&lt;br /&gt;quick!&lt;br /&gt;fast&lt;br /&gt;jaldi&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;on fire&lt;br /&gt;asap&lt;br /&gt;now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115936700525545980?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115936700525545980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115936700525545980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115936700525545980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115936700525545980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115838247380135143</id><published>2006-09-15T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:14:34.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ho hum hummm...yawnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ho hum humm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up at seven (that ..when done on a saturday morning, can amount to crime!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dragged myself to office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to do what? attend another of those blah sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho hummm hummm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yawnn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why am I made to do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115838247380135143?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115838247380135143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115838247380135143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115838247380135143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115838247380135143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/09/ho-hum-hummmyawnnn.html' title='ho hum hummm...yawnnn'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115803442485071888</id><published>2006-09-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:13:44.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The key</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only sensible thing that this prof we had in coll ever said in the whole semester (about 20 lectures) was not related to the course work at all !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I think about it, lying down in silence, eyes closed, it seems like the key to all the happiness and peace I can ever find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The only thing that matters is knowing when to switch on and switch off"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115803442485071888?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115803442485071888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115803442485071888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115803442485071888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115803442485071888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/09/key.html' title='The key'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115722148443709737</id><published>2006-09-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T05:30:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel Universes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She moves out of the door. Looks at the Sky and smiles to herself thinking it’s beautiful. Grey swirls in the sky promise another day of cooling rains.&lt;br /&gt;She switches on the fm radio, plugs it into her ears and walks to the bus stop. She loves that five minute walk. It’s her time to herself.&lt;br /&gt;The train is crowded today as usual. She can feel the enthusiasm in the air, see it on people’s faces. It’s a new day. Another bright morning.&lt;br /&gt;The train starts. She stands at the door. Soaks in the stray drops from the sky. Feels the wind in her hair. Pulls the band from them and leaves them open to fly in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the sun peeks out from behind the clouds and she catches a few warm sunrays after so long. They feel so familiar. So desirable. She misses them in the monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;The train stops at Churchgate station. She steps down from the train and heads for the coffee stall. She loves the aroma of the coffee in the morning. It isn’t exactly great coffee, but just the thought of fresh hot coffee is enough to make her feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee cup in hand, she walks out of the station and steps onto the wet street. Looks at the long line of people waiting in the cab line to be taken to Nariman point. Most of them sulking.&lt;br /&gt;She laughs out aloud and in her mind thanks the cabbies for making all those people wait. This has given her the perfect excuse to walk to her office. “Sorry ..I couldn’t do much. There was a long line and no cabs, so I decided to walk to office.”&lt;br /&gt;She takes the marine drive route, walking on the wet cobbled footpath she lazily ruffles her own hair, hums a ditty that’s playing in her mind since the moment she woke up and generally smiles at nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;That extra spring in the step, that tiny hint of a smile on her face, that warm glow inside her suggest that she is determined to be happy today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as she crosses the road she bumps into him. "I am so Sorry" she says. And smiles at him. Helps him with his fallen papers...and continues on her early morning jaunt through the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As he sees her leave he thinks.."Damn! What a stupid woman!" Women are always stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Specially that type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who smile. At strangers. On a Monday morning, who smiles like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everthing seems to be going wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank god the babe didnt push him over the sidewalk!He could have been killed!As if walking for so long on the stupid slushy road and the irritating wind spoiling his hair isnt enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I mean....what the hell...the damn line for the cab was long! Stupid people of mumbai.Why the hell does everyone work in Nariman point? Coz of them now, he had to walk..getting into a cab would have taken another 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;God knows where all the cabbies are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And before that that hellish station!What a dump! With all the crowds and the stink and the throngs at the stall!How the hell can people drink and eat all that stuff they sell at the railway stalls!yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the railway ride to work!Oh god!What a disaster! There was no seat available. So he had to stand at the door! What a mess!Stupid rain. Wetting his clothes. Ruining his hair.And when the train is fast, you cant do much about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that damn sun! Why does the morning sunlight have to be so harsh, even if for a minute or two? Randomly shining into his eyes and blinding him. I dont need the sun and I dont need the Clouds and the rain. Why cant there be just the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Specially in the mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moreover because that five minute walk to the bus stop had ruined his trousers. The puddles on the road from the damn rain through the night leaves so much muck on the road and the skies so grey..its depressing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115722148443709737?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115722148443709737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115722148443709737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115722148443709737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115722148443709737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/09/parallel-universes.html' title='Parallel Universes'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115606786889929319</id><published>2006-08-20T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:57:48.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagabond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...and the earth becomes my throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I adapt to the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;under wandering stars I've grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by myself but not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...and my ties are severed clean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the less I have the more I gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;off this beaten path I reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rover wanderer nomad vagabond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;call me what you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...but I'll take my time anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm free to speak my mind anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'll never mind anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anywhere I roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;where I lay my head is home ....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dedicated to you....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115606786889929319?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115606786889929319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115606786889929319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115606786889929319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115606786889929319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/08/vagabond.html' title='Vagabond'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115606616689519250</id><published>2006-08-20T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:29:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Manu – My Anchor&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to love, to respect and to express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asmita – My Redemption&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that it’s OK to be me, in the exact same way that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak – My sailboat&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that there is great happiness in giving a part of yourself to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinu – My Impossible dream&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that Life is not all about me, it’s about other people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpina – My Reflection&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to stand up firmly for something I believe in and fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohit – My Comfort&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt the meaning of friendship, Integrity and Devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaddu – My Smile&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to be OK with the world, to smile for it and to laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav – My Light&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that knowledge is limitless and that the will to learn can help you accomplish anything you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waggy – My Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to respect what I have, and be thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manisha – My Ease&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that it’s all right to change your mind, its all right to dream and its all right to want something very badly and go after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amrish – My Liberation&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that its possible to let go and be at peace in a way I never thought was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayuresh – My Un-belief&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that love can exist; that people can love with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritesh – My Possibility&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to take be positive, to hope, to believe that good things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animesh – My Memories&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that it’s important to keep the child in you alive, years after you have turned into an adult by age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vijay – My Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt how important it is to give people a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparna – My Dreamworld&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that dreamworlds exist and you can actually be happy in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaustubh – My Calm&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to be calm and think before I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetu – My Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to appreciate, to open my mind, to evaluate, to be forthright and to really believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit – My Brother&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt be strong through adversity and always believe that the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipesh – My Purity&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt that unconditional love doesn’t need a reason to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil – My Argument&lt;br /&gt;From you I learnt to help, to go beyond myself and step into others’ shoes and to see things through their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115606616689519250?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115606616689519250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115606616689519250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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The list of things went something like this –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplane Tickets, Chocolates, Emotions, Chicken,Love, Promises, Attachments, Grenades, Friendship, Packaged Noodles, Prepaid cards, Smiles, Medicine Pills, Marriages, Car engines, People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me at that moment as…as what?&lt;br /&gt;True? Unacceptable? True but unacceptable. True, unacceptable and ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;Then if you spend sometime to think about it…its probably True and Ruthless and if you are able to Accept it then Comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven’t been able to accept it. So the thought continues to be disturbing. Haunts me. In a way sort of goes against everything I have been taught. Everything that has been ingrained into my psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its not something that I can accept and truly believe overnight.&lt;br /&gt;Like lies.&lt;br /&gt;Those are easy.&lt;br /&gt;We believe them either because we really mistakenly think they are true or because its just easier to believe them than actually face and stand up to the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115599120990652136?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115599120990652136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115599120990652136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115599120990652136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115599120990652136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/08/packaged-noodles-and-promises_19.html' title='Packaged Noodles and Promises'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115563331863238357</id><published>2006-08-15T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:15:18.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Sweethearts</title><content type='html'>To Asmita, Kaddu, Alpina and Manisha - Who are My only redemption from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being with you....&lt;br /&gt;i dont haveto put up my defences..&lt;br /&gt;i dont have to worry abt saying anything&lt;br /&gt;about anything&lt;br /&gt;just relax..&lt;br /&gt;and smile&lt;br /&gt;and feel alive&lt;br /&gt;and feel happy to be me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115563331863238357?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115563331863238357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115563331863238357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115563331863238357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115563331863238357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-my-sweethearts.html' title='To my Sweethearts'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115544764219774575</id><published>2006-08-12T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:24:37.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have..I have not..I want to..</title><content type='html'>I have..I have not..I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the list you have to make things, which you have already done red, and put an asterisk after things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink.*&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive*&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid*&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone*&lt;br /&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped*&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris************************************&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights*&lt;br /&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game.*&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa*&lt;br /&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon***&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower*&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne******&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. Had a snowball fight*&lt;br /&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can**************&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 10 provinces *****&lt;br /&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. Had amazing friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country ***************************************&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales **&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe ********************************************&lt;br /&gt;47. Taken a road-trip*********************&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving ************************&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland *****************&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them ****&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan *******&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your cds&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero **&lt;br /&gt;58. Sung karaoke ********************&lt;br /&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving *******************&lt;br /&gt;62. Kissed in the rain ****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud *************************&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain **********************&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater *******&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China *****************&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken ( or Travelled to Pluto,may be? bah!) *********&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party *&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days (3 days)&lt;br /&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch *&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice. ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River ***&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas **&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;87. Eaten shark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;89. Gone to Thailand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house ***&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship *********&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently *****&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror.&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children.&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;98. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country *****************&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over****************&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge **&lt;br /&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking *&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an illness that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote article for a large publication ***&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds *****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane *&lt;br /&gt;109. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;113. Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari ********&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced *&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol *&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;118. Ridden a horse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon *******************&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states ************&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents ********&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days ***&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat *&lt;br /&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;130. Gone back to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;131. Parasailed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey *&lt;br /&gt;135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read*&lt;br /&gt;36. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions.&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language **&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you **&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;146. Dyed your hair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;147. Been a DJ *&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone's life **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this list on &lt;a href="http://www.greensatya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Greensatya's&lt;/a&gt; blog.It just had so many fun things, I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to carry over the list.Might just make you want to live life more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115544764219774575?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115544764219774575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115544764219774575&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115544764219774575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115544764219774575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-havei-have-noti-want-to.html' title='I have..I have not..I want to..'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115544488378202513</id><published>2006-08-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:56:11.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The two ends</title><content type='html'>Two headlines in yesterday's newspaper caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "200 new millionaires to be born" - The moment WNS listed their stock on the exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "5 day old baby sold for Rs.21" - The mother didnt have food to eat and the only way she could buy any food was by selling the only valuable thing she had - her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are about making money.&lt;br /&gt;Both are about getting richer.&lt;br /&gt;Both are about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is about dreams being realised. The other about dreams being shattered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115544488378202513?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115544488378202513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115544488378202513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115544488378202513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115544488378202513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-ends.html' title='The two ends'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115488814065380803</id><published>2006-08-06T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:15:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omkara</title><content type='html'>Omkara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frame - to - Frame Othello. Brilliantly crafted. Amazingly narrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the actors have done their bit. Each of them did absolute justice to their role. Ajay, Saif, Kareena, Konkona, Vivek (he doesnt have too much of a role actually!). However when the movie ended, there was one thing missing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to take away credit from the film. Its a extremely well-made and brilliant film and will stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in the whole movie, I didnt find that that individual flash of brilliance. There is not even one scene which after the end of the movie you will remember and say "Boss! kya acting kiya hai us scene main!" or "Damn! did you see that expression he had in his eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a great effort. The direction/cinematography/characterisation...terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only one flaw. That lack of opportunity for any of the actors to shine. With that absolute momentary spark thats makes you hold your breath and whistle out "God! what a scene he delivered!"&lt;br /&gt;Not the actors fault. They didnt get the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;That might be the only reason..all of them will miss out on an award for individual performance, while the film might still win for technical or Other entire film related ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..a must see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115488814065380803?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115488814065380803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115488814065380803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115488814065380803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115488814065380803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/08/omkara.html' title='Omkara'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115359310246777765</id><published>2006-07-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:31:42.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to becoming Female Atul Kasbekar</title><content type='html'>Feeling super happy type.&lt;br /&gt;Generally.&lt;br /&gt;No reason. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Happy-for-no-particular-reason-but-cant-stop-smiling feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined fotografy class.&lt;br /&gt;Why? To have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that. ............Why are you doing this?Just like that..to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Sounds nice..doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Should be done more I think...&lt;br /&gt;By everyone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115359310246777765?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115359310246777765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115359310246777765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115359310246777765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115359310246777765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-my-way-to-becoming-female-atul.html' title='On my way to becoming Female Atul Kasbekar'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115272462254546161</id><published>2006-07-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:17:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One city and Two Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Serial Blasts. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today mornings Times Of India gave the city its new title. "The Serial Blasts Capital".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How touching. Thank you , esteemed editors of the TOI, for giving us this coveted epitaph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just what we wanted. That’s exactly what we wanted someone to tell us, when people were crying for loved ones lost. The silver lining in our grizzly grey cloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then the other story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every Newspaper, Every TV Reporter, Every Radio Jockey marveled at the "Indomitable Spirit of the Mumbaikar". They could not stop gushing about the “Incessant Energy” and the “Fighting Spirit” of the “Common Man” from Mumbai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;War cries of “We will show them” , “We will not take this lying down”, were repeated by all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TV channels flashed films of crowded trains on “The Day After”. The sing-song sexy voice of the TV reporter saying, “Amazing spirit! Lets ask Mr.Whoever what he feels about going back to work today?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My question is …. “Did he have a choice?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live in a city where, millions of people live on daily wages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live in a city where, if that man sleeping in the second class window corner doesn’t go to work today, he might not be able to afford a meal the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live in a city where, if that guy in the luggage compartment of the Virar local doesn’t go to work today, his job might be taken by someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live in a city where, that woman with the basket of vegetables on her head cannot afford to take a auto rickshaw to the market where she sells the them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live in a city where that nice looking crisp shirted young man rushing to his office has to submit his quota of reports today evening and might be screwed if he doesn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did they have a choice to not go to work? Not get into that train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rather romanticized “Indomitable spirit” is a farce most of us would like to believe in. What most of us would not stop to think and talk about is the underlying economic compulsions that drive this behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But who cares! The “Fighting Spirit” is obviously more glamorous than the “Need to work”. Isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So come on my dear Mumbai! With that courageous heart of yours and that tiara of “Winner of the Blast capital contest” on your head bow to the world, and thank all of those who made it possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The audience is waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115272462254546161?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115272462254546161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115272462254546161&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115272462254546161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115272462254546161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-city-and-two-stories.html' title='One city and Two Stories'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115234746177117100</id><published>2006-07-08T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:10:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Airport feeling</title><content type='html'>I felt it for the first time when my little Appi left.&lt;br /&gt;Crying.  Eyes puffed. Red.&lt;br /&gt;Those puffed red eyes on a white pale face.&lt;br /&gt;That face which always used to laugh. Only that evening, the laugh had left its home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neon lights outside the airport glared at me angrily. At all of us. A bunch of little people, sad because a person we loved was going away.To a larger world, to a wider future.To an unknown horizon called New York.Maybe to return Maybe to not.&lt;br /&gt;Crying.Eyes puffed.Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again when Appu left.&lt;br /&gt;Our funny appu with the-prince-of-my-heart dreams.The girl with the linda-goodman book.The girl who would not travel alone to vile parle from juhu, was going to New Jersey.Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Crying.&lt;br /&gt;Mom Crying.Dad Crying.Cousin Crying.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the friends crying too. With that Airport feeling down in the base of our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again when Bunty left.To Australia.Only this time we didnt cry.&lt;br /&gt;But that Airport feeling was lodged right there. Deep down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Rishi. Our "Uncle-Happ- Holi-Your-Wife-is-very-bholi" shouting Rishi.He who spoke so fast that we never understood what he said. Flew off.Just like that. To beautiful beaches and sunny lands in Mauritius.To working away from family and friends and not to return for three years. To somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Again - That Airport Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harshal.When he left,everyone cried.Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful ones with the make up on.Not waterproof.The mascara ran down.The carefully applied compact streamed away. But the tears could not stop.&lt;br /&gt;The guys with the tough image.Laughin and Dancing one minute and crying away the next.Break down.&lt;br /&gt;Each one with his and her own version of that Airport feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Canada was no longer cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those huge airplanes.They take them all away.Somewhere.To a larger promise, I think.&lt;br /&gt;To distant visions.To newer worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that remains with me is that Airport Feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115234746177117100?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115234746177117100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115234746177117100&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115234746177117100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115234746177117100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-airport-feeling.html' title='That Airport feeling'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115121881399622396</id><published>2006-06-24T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:00:14.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Random things about myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got this idea from someone else.. 20 random things about myself. thought I would give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I love libraries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Specially the ones that have really old volumes kept in those dusty wooden shelves. The musty old-world smell of those old books, their yellowing delicate pages and the quaint little pictures in them conjure up for me an old world which I have never seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I love the sun on winter days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the rays are just warm and do not burn you, when you can easily look up at the sky and close your eyes and lie down on the grass and just soak in the warmth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I hate cockroaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think they are the worst/dirtest type of creatures arond. I start screaming and jumping if I see one around. Am terribly scared of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I love Ice-CreamTerribly fattening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;es.I know.Yet irresistable.For me, choosing an ice-cream flavor is one of the most difficult choices in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I love being alone at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When there is no one around. That feeling of total comfort.Total bliss.Solitude.Lying on my back and staring at the fan going around in circles.random thoughts flying around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I think Tea is not a beverage, it's a religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not my original line.Read it on someone's profile.Loved it.Agreed with it.No Tea, No Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I love to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking through the old buildinngs of south mumbai. Walking on the beach with the sand flirting with my toes. Walking on marine drive, soaking in the sweep of the sky and the neon lights.Walking through grass on rain drenched hillsides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.I loved "God of small things".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most people I know could not stand it. The descriptions didnt end. The language was twisted. The examples were unthinkable. Those were their complaints. Those were my reasons to love the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. "But strangers we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might have been and never would be,whirled around us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This line sent me into raptures. Can you guess which book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10.I wish I could paint really well.I wish I could use colours to say what I want. Brush Strokes would be conversation. Canvas would be life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. But then there were so many things I could have been.This might sound funny. But I wish I was a writer, a music writer, an architect, a sculptor,a dancer, singer, could play tennis, etc . Maybe I should try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. I am very surprised when people ask me, Do you know where you are headed to?Does anyone?I have no clue. Absolutely none. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Three things I want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Pyramids. The Great Barrier Reef. The Louvre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I am a total Fish-terian.Anything Fish is a great meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually if I think about it..anything (excpet veggies!) is a good meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. My digicam has become an extension of my hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where I go, my digi goes. I love taking pictures. The favoured object of my digital affection is the sky. Have you ever seen anything as versatile as the sky?I paint different pictures for you:When the sun goes beyond grey clouds have you ever seen the way the edges of the clouds are set afire?When the sun is dipping at the horizon have you observed the way the coulours change from Bright yellow to gold to flaming orange to a mellow scarlet to deep crimson?I could go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. I crib. like crazy. Its fun sometimes. Crib Crib Crib like old man Scroogie.Its quite therapeutic.17. I think "You are weird" is a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. I cannot tolerate people who ask too many questions. Some just dont know when to stop asking. I have no qualms about telling them to shut up.In that language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. I love Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue is my favourite colour. I default tend to pick up stuff in blue when I go out.Most of my clothes are blue.My bag is blue.I write with only blue pens.I am thinking of getting blue streaks in my hair.Wherever colour choices are involved, blue always wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Today, I promise myself at least one blog post every month. Its a cool thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115121881399622396?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115121881399622396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115121881399622396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115121881399622396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115121881399622396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/06/20-random-things-about-myself.html' title='20 Random things about myself'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115117997773408968</id><published>2006-06-24T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T13:12:57.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I have the coolest set of friends. The best that anybody in the world can have.But in their own ways, each of them is mad.Completely, utterly raving mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of them even come up with some really awesome lines. Sometimes in the right context, these lines can make you sigh and cry or laugh your heart out.Some cracker ones are given below as a tribute to the madness of each of these super people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl 1 - "Ignorance may be Bliss.but Acceptance is Nirvana."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the guy she loved just was not ready to accept that he loved her too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl 2 - "I like him.But its not like I can't survive without him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we asked her about how she felt when the only guy she had ever liked (she insists its not love) said he did not feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl 3 - "And now that you are gone, Just wanna be with you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whe she heard the Enrique song.That was when the only guy she had ever loved left for another woman.She realised she loved him only after he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl 4 - "This rickshawalla is making me dead"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she thought an auto ten feet away was headed for her and she lost all her grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl 5 - "Why are we static?Lets be dynamic"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she got bored of standing at one place. All she wanted to say was..lets go someplace else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl 6 - "No"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was her standard and only response to anything new that anyone wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl 7 - "Who is John Galt? ....Who knows ...Who Cares?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats her attitude to most things.She believes, allowing anything or anyone hurt you is just not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115117997773408968?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115117997773408968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115117997773408968&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115117997773408968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115117997773408968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-amazing-friends.html' title='My Amazing Friends'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115117798759589340</id><published>2006-06-24T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:39:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Unreality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The wind lashed against my face. A yellow neon blur dimmed and brightened alternately outside the metal frame of the window. The long forgotten yet familiar drone of vehicle honks, piled up traffic on a busy street and cars whizzing by stirred distant memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The brightly lit up signboards, familiar signs,known names and faint recollections of memories associated with each of them flew past me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three years.Thats the amount of time,after which I met her.Her a smile hadn't changed much.Still the lost funny look in her eyes.Still the loud hearty laugh.But it was a different person.Gone were the prejudices and strong opinions about whats right and whats wrong.These were replaced by an acceptance of other people's lifestyles,ideas,outlooks.An acceptance that even though someone does not agree with your views, they are not wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ten minutes is the road distance between the six of us.It took three years and three days of her coming back for the rest of us to meet each other.Funny how we so completely ignore those that are close till they leave.Once they are not with us,we keep hoping they will be back someday.It takes someone to come back from across seven seas to culminate into I meeting someone who stays a stones throw away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But guess thats facts.Thats reality.Her coming back,meeting them for dinner and then the much loved customary drive through the well known lanes of our homes before we aid good-bye... I loved every minute of being back to the Unreality where i belong,where I lived and wherein my past sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115117798759589340?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115117798759589340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115117798759589340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115117798759589340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115117798759589340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-unreality.html' title='Back to Unreality'/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115108772563984940</id><published>2006-06-23T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:35:25.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should anyone suffer because of other people's decisions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Specially when that someone had no business taking that decision for you. When you were the only person who knew what you wanted but it was decided by someone else that you are not capable enough to take your own decision. So they took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would rather suffer from my own decisions than live with other people taking it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115108772563984940?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115108772563984940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115108772563984940&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115108772563984940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115108772563984940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-should-anyone-suffer-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884446.post-115063598371641690</id><published>2006-06-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T06:06:23.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now there is so much thats happened and there is so much yet to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont know if I should look at the past to decide tomorrow's direction or to just forget everthing that has happened and take on tomorrow like an entirely new voyage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884446-115063598371641690?l=my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/feeds/115063598371641690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29884446&amp;postID=115063598371641690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115063598371641690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29884446/posts/default/115063598371641690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mindless-trip.blogspot.com/2006/06/right-now-there-is-so-much-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Living in Unreality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696613594596447349</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>
