<?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-4693078684406136250</id><updated>2012-02-13T16:58:08.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ruminations Of Existence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-4661456944924440754</id><published>2011-09-29T23:19:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:01:20.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photohome.com/pictures/baby-pictures/mother-and-child-1a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.photohome.com/pictures/baby-pictures/mother-and-child-1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am falling short of words because my words are not enough, to tell you how indebted I am to you! I can vividly imagine your first touch. The first ever touch of life for me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother, you are the reason for my existence, the reason for all the goodness I have, the reason for all that I am today!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You nurtured me for years together, in your shadow, loved me like no one ever could, gave me everything I ever wished for, made life so beautiful for me. With you life looked so easy, so simple, so wonderful. Never did I realize that, in this journey called life, there always were rough patches and bad times, in all of which, you protected me and made me feel safe.  Little did I ever realize that while you walked on thorns, you carried me through the difficulty and protected me in your gentle arms. I felt safe in your arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was always naive, I didn't know what this world was all about; You taught me right from wrong and good from bad.  You were my custodian, my parent, my teacher, my guide, my friend, my GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were the rhythm of my poems, the melody of my songs, the words of my wisdom, the inspiration behind my thoughts. Your touch was that of an angel, the warmth of which lighted up my life, the tenderness of which made me give my first ever smile. I was really fortunate to get a mother like you, who dedicated her life to giving me all the love and care in the world. Someone, who sacrificed all the laurels of the world for my innocent smile. Someone to whom being a parent was not just a 'part of life' but essentially the very 'meaning of life'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your words have always inspired me and guided me in the right direction. Your silence taught me so much more than what you said. Your eyes spoke volumes about how proud you were to have me, even with all the faults I have. Your hand on my hand, said that you would be there with me in the ups and downs of life. Your hug bestowed on me the powers to face the world's challenges every single day without giving up. Your touch energized my mind, body and soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are and will always be my inspiration, my role model, my God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-4661456944924440754?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4661456944924440754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2011/09/mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4661456944924440754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4661456944924440754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2011/09/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-8350813766223415501</id><published>2011-09-20T10:47:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:26:29.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-Eoiz9NxXk/TJi-uvwhYKI/AAAAAAAACcI/haDpaaKQAsU/s1600/dreams-1-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 479px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-Eoiz9NxXk/TJi-uvwhYKI/AAAAAAAACcI/haDpaaKQAsU/s1600/dreams-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I thought about, how life becomes so beautiful, when you dream about all the good things that will happen to you in the future. Its an amazing phenomena! You forget all the bad and you keep dreaming of the happy days ahead. These lovely dreams instill in you the belief that everything is going great and that tomorrow will be even more beautiful than today. Isn't that what you have always wanted ? Isn't happiness what we all seek in life ? If I could only dream of all the things I ever wanted and imagine the glory of the times when I achieved those things, I would definitely re-instate my self belief . I would be the happiest !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The world starts to become  so much more lively, your problems definitely take a back seat when you dream about the good which is going to come in your life.  These moments make you realize that your life is precious and that its filled with moments you want to cherish forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I may sound like an idealist when I say dream about all the comforts when you are in pain and about all the happiness when you are sad inside, but I say it only because I have experienced the change myself. I have realized that once you cling on to a bad thought and you carry it day in and day out, you end up being really sad thinking about how your future will be considering how bad it is today. It is this negativity that breeds detrimental consequences in the future, because you conceptualize(a.k.a. Dream) your future to be dark and gloomy. These unfortunate thoughts transcend to your subconscious and stay there for long. You imagine the worst and needless to say, you experience the worst too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Future is how you see it. If you think you will have a miserable life then be prepared for life to say 'Amen'  and if you think you are going to be the happiest person on earth, so it shall be ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You see, it all depends upon how you see yourself in the future. If you think, you can. There are no 'ifs' no 'buts' in life and in dreams. I quote Warren Buffet, "&lt;i&gt; I always knew I was going to be rich..I don't think I ever doubted it for a minute&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moral of the story is when you feel dejected and sad about your present circumstances and future prospects, take a step forward to unleash the creativity in you, to dream about a beautiful picture of you in the times to come and experience the magic of self belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You make your own script of life "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://robertjrgraham.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/1334562-2-in-my-dreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-8350813766223415501?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8350813766223415501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-to-happiness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/8350813766223415501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/8350813766223415501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-to-happiness.html' title='Dream to Happiness'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-Eoiz9NxXk/TJi-uvwhYKI/AAAAAAAACcI/haDpaaKQAsU/s72-c/dreams-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-6274481755410966034</id><published>2011-01-06T10:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:17:16.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let the ship sail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TSXrNV62amI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/agueAj0dcm0/s1600/ship_storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TSXrNV62amI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/agueAj0dcm0/s400/ship_storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559107929513552482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will stop my marching feet,&lt;br /&gt;They will compel me to retreat,&lt;br /&gt;They will make the wind gush against,&lt;br /&gt;And blow away my kingdom dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't give up,I will dare,&lt;br /&gt;I will give the odds a scare,&lt;br /&gt;I will show them my strength and might,&lt;br /&gt;To those who know not the kings pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness might come in dew not rain,&lt;br /&gt;Yet wisdom will guide my path again,&lt;br /&gt;Like a cloudy sky will someday bear a golden sheen,&lt;br /&gt;I will one day conquer the world of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine can take its sweet time,&lt;br /&gt;For I shall not bend, nor smother in the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Behold, 'Thou failing is an accepted sin',&lt;br /&gt;But 'not trying' is a crime not forgiven, hence I try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the ship sail in the thundering skies,&lt;br /&gt;As I carry in me the sea of patience, A beautiful mind,&lt;br /&gt;A golden heart and a soul intertwined,&lt;br /&gt;Forgot not,For I am nothing but the reflection of 'The Divine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-6274481755410966034?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6274481755410966034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2011/01/believe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/6274481755410966034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/6274481755410966034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2011/01/believe.html' title='Let the ship sail...'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TSXrNV62amI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/agueAj0dcm0/s72-c/ship_storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-3085070551359772524</id><published>2010-09-14T20:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:53:51.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expect-at-ions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TI-hQaDuzII/AAAAAAAAAL8/-IbpQyCkzDs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 463px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TI-hQaDuzII/AAAAAAAAAL8/-IbpQyCkzDs/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516805371797097602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Expectation' is probably the single most dangerous feeling a human can perceive. It's like this pill which kills you slowly from inside, eats into your happiness, lifestyle and then life! Yes, it is that dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you interact with any external stimuli from an individual or a non living thing, you fall unknowingly or knowingly into the cobwebs of expectations. Interestingly, each one expectation leads to another. Its an unending stairway which one keeps climbing forever.&lt;br /&gt;Expectations can be from oneself or others, either ways these are the most important cause for any prevalent disharmonious situations/relationships. It's a simple phenomena you see...First, you expect, then as your initial expectations are fulfilled time and again, your expectations rise sometimes slowly, sometimes really quickly..This is the "profitable" phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;Then there comes a "point of dissatisfaction" when you start to realise than most of your expectations are not being fulfilled, this should ideally be a "point of inflection" for assessing the situation again to look for potential reasons for the question "why my expectations from myself and others are not being fulfilled?"&lt;br /&gt;But all of us in general circumstances, never look within for answers, instead we blame anything and everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the "point of no return", wherein we start to expect and demand so much out of our ownselves and others, that eating our own ego and going below our expectation levels becomes a difficult task..Hence unhappiness follows, till perspectives change!&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;"Expectations reduce joy, so reduce expectations to experience joy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The sketch is made by me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-3085070551359772524?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3085070551359772524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/09/expect-at-ions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3085070551359772524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3085070551359772524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/09/expect-at-ions.html' title='Expect-at-ions'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TI-hQaDuzII/AAAAAAAAAL8/-IbpQyCkzDs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-1225619530030066761</id><published>2010-06-19T19:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:23:27.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taking charge of destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TBzZp_X-KKI/AAAAAAAAALs/n9KmXbJy8jk/s1600/2384088066_9a1a111eb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484497761640261794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TBzZp_X-KKI/AAAAAAAAALs/n9KmXbJy8jk/s400/2384088066_9a1a111eb9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading this book called total self confidence. It was good; It said what I have heard so many times before-Nature conspires if you want something really bad. The theory seems to bring a change in your world in accordance with your wants; and all that change happens at your subconscious level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in it, I have seen things turn around when you aspire them day-in day-out. I am also a firm believer in the thought that you decide your destiny. We hear real life stories of how a nobody becomes a somebody; these rags to riches stories are not fairy tales, they all convey a lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson&lt;/strong&gt;: If you want something, anticipate it, live your life like you already have it, dream about it, write it and thats how your thoughts will channelise your inner subconscience and program it to provide you with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, my mom was telling me about a real story she read somewhere. It was about how a women who was madly in love with a guy, started anticipating him in her life. She bought two pillows and behaved like she was sharing beds with him, she started to cook meals for two and thought he was eating with her and what happened next was that within some months the guy and the girl got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl wasn't out of her senses, that is what everyone who aspires something does, they dream of it already happening and after a while it happens. Say for instance you dream of buying a car, so what do you do ? You go to showrooms to see it, you tell your friends you want to own that car, you put car posters on your wall, you decide the colour you want to see your car in, you day-dream of driving the car and the pleasure derived from it and one day you're bound to own it..(only if your desire is that strong) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all that I have stated above, the pre-requisites are that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. you should know what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. you should have a strong and persistent desire to achieve what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is said that the subconscious is the most active listener when we speak aloud to it or when we put soothing music in the background and program it to intake themessages we want it to absorb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This rule applies to all and there is no harm trying it..but please don't expect magical results, because everything takes time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-1225619530030066761?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1225619530030066761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/06/taking-charge-of-destiny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1225619530030066761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1225619530030066761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/06/taking-charge-of-destiny.html' title='Taking charge of destiny'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/TBzZp_X-KKI/AAAAAAAAALs/n9KmXbJy8jk/s72-c/2384088066_9a1a111eb9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-630571834594653807</id><published>2010-04-10T21:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:03:25.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Liquid sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S8DEAufEOeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cFi-dlPpdx4/s1600/rain-drop-splashing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S8DEAufEOeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cFi-dlPpdx4/s400/rain-drop-splashing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458578265130416610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, Oh Dear Raindrop,&lt;br /&gt;Do not fall or you'll drop the veil of the clouds above ,&lt;br /&gt;Do not rush or you'll disrupt the rainbow love,&lt;br /&gt;Do not drop or you'll drizzle on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Do not falter or you'll swell even more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, Oh Dear Raindrop,&lt;br /&gt;you have traveled through mountains,&lt;br /&gt;you have traveled in may,&lt;br /&gt;you have traveled so far,&lt;br /&gt;yet you remain so gay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, Oh Dear Raindrop,&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch the grounds,Don't touch the winds,&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch the rays or you'll faze away,&lt;br /&gt;Don't prick your skin with a tree or a bush,&lt;br /&gt;Don't smear you laughter in a rush or a push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, Oh Dear Raindrop,&lt;br /&gt;Just smile, just laugh, just ride on a swing,&lt;br /&gt;Just run around trees &amp;amp; make the bells ring,&lt;br /&gt;Just blow the sun a goodnight kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and give the deserts a running miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, Oh Dear Raindrop,&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle,Drizzle,Drip and sleet,&lt;br /&gt;Pour, Storm, snow and retreat,&lt;br /&gt;give the yearning earth a sip, a treat,&lt;br /&gt;come with rain gods, its time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, Oh Dear Raindrop,&lt;br /&gt;life without you is so dull and dry,&lt;br /&gt;cranky and parched is the blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;It's time you ended the unending wait,&lt;br /&gt;Come fast, come now before it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-630571834594653807?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/630571834594653807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/04/liquid-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/630571834594653807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/630571834594653807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/04/liquid-sunshine.html' title='Liquid sunshine'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S8DEAufEOeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cFi-dlPpdx4/s72-c/rain-drop-splashing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-1076531539483917083</id><published>2010-03-09T19:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:32:08.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's OK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S5ZiS--p5dI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-Hk__2hzy6I/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S5ZiS--p5dI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-Hk__2hzy6I/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446648877634151890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are decisions as simple as they seem to be? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answer to this question. I don't even know of anyone who took all his decisions in a jiffy. Life ain't a joke, no-one risks it either. Like I have said before, every decision a man takes, he steers himself further to a place he intends to be.&lt;br /&gt;I heard this somewhere "even an inch away from that straight line path today, can create miles of distances, from where you want to be,  later on".True, yet it is always easier said than done.  So let's face it, it ain't all that simple. In fact, Nothing is simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who preach today might be, in an exactly similar scenario tomorrow, doing the things they didn't preach. It's because, it is difficult to be in that scenario, to face the situation, to be in a mess or to be under that kind of stress. Advice then seems pretty unworthy and unsolicited. I believe what worries us then is "confusion"..!&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful and simple life could be if only our mind was uncluttered. The complex little 3.5kg on top of our shoulder, doesn't make things look easier.What it does is that it processes too much information from varied sources and presents that all to us, to assist us in making informed choices. But what we do is that we inter-mingle those facts and figures and confuse ourselves indefinitely. It is then that we start losing hope and that is not a good sign at all, as it signals loss of confidence in our abilities.&lt;br /&gt;So what can we do about it?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know, no-one knows. But yes, there might be this one free, unsolicited advice I would like to give... Here goes, Try and make a list of all the things/virtues/values/people in life without whom you can't live or would not enjoy life. Review and  re-evaluate the list, Strike the unnecessary. Now, This is not just any list, it is the set of values which drives your life. Stick to them.&lt;br /&gt;If the decision you make sticks to it...great!! Now, ask your self this question "How bad can it get if i did this?" If it ain't that bad..You never know, you might just be better equipped to take a call :) relax...It's ok !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-1076531539483917083?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1076531539483917083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-ok.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1076531539483917083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1076531539483917083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-ok.html' title='It&apos;s OK...'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S5ZiS--p5dI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-Hk__2hzy6I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-4036659912273250131</id><published>2010-01-15T14:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:21:06.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Decisions maketh a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S1A6KWaNesI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XKHytfU3kyE/s1600-h/READING%2Bmaketh%2Ba%2BMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S1A6KWaNesI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XKHytfU3kyE/s400/READING%2Bmaketh%2Ba%2BMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426901500470065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs the other day to talk to mom and dad, they were already conversing about life as a subject and everything to do with it. Suddenly, something struck me and i told them my philosophy, in the easiest possible wordings . I didn't have to apply too much of myself in embellishing the wisdom because it was simple and uncluttered and it demanded a simple representation pertaining to its unadulterated existence.&lt;br /&gt;Truth like wisdom demands and provides an unpretentious and unadulterated  picture of the reality. The simplicity is not just its characteristic but also its undeniable and inseparable virtue.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is what comes of age, as they say, but it simply means it comes of the experiences that man outlives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy is simple: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are responsible for everything that happens to you and has ever happened to you in the course of your lifetime and you took the decision for it , so why regret or blame anyone or anything external to you for it?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,the philosophy is fairly simple, but if you have questions on its relevance read ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never wanted to do it, i was forced or compelled by circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ans.&lt;/span&gt; Firstly, you wanted to do it, which is why you did it, it is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your decision&lt;/span&gt;, so why regret it? Secondly,circumstances are also an outcome of your previous decisions that your mind has been taking over the period of time,consciously or unconsciously [ By unconsciously i certainly do not mean that you were unaware of the decisions being taken, i simply suggest that you wanted to be ignorant towards the decisions being made by your mind ]. So everything you do determines your circumstance and everything you do and chose to be ignorant towards becomes an object of your accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot ignore my family and friends while deciding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,moreover they take all my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ans&lt;/span&gt;.  Again, it is your personal decision to be influenced by your peers or family and this is again a decision that you take.Your friends or family take your decision only when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'decide&lt;/span&gt;' that they must be empowered to take your decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I cant make good decisions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ans.&lt;/span&gt; Of course you make good decisions, even the decision to order your food or what to wear to office is a decision and everyone makes their own decisions. What you decide is what your mind weighs as the best possible decision given the circumstance and you consciously take the decision, so why even for a second repent? You should take pride in whatever decisions you have taken and never feel sorry for them. So Never regret and shoulder responsibility for it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-4036659912273250131?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4036659912273250131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisions-maketh-man.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4036659912273250131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4036659912273250131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisions-maketh-man.html' title='Decisions maketh a man'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/S1A6KWaNesI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XKHytfU3kyE/s72-c/READING%2Bmaketh%2Ba%2BMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-8402855722840823830</id><published>2009-10-02T19:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:57:53.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seedling Dream story !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SsYMJ_HBAuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gCvOs0gLwnI/s1600-h/2130a0c06398b7f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SsYMJ_HBAuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gCvOs0gLwnI/s400/2130a0c06398b7f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388007369894593250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest hour right before midnight,&lt;br /&gt;When the world sleeps and shuts its sight,&lt;br /&gt;The gloomy moon tends its ray of hope,&lt;br /&gt;and shares its story with the dim light,&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds unfold in the behest of silence,&lt;br /&gt;Some wither,Some survive, Some quarrel the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds of wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds of vain,&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds unfold in the behest of silence,&lt;br /&gt;Some wither,Some survive, Some quarrel the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds of dreams that were flown from miles above,&lt;br /&gt;Lay sleeping in the bosom of Gaia for her love,&lt;br /&gt;Some seeds that spoke volumes before,&lt;br /&gt;lay floundering in the shallow sea waters below,&lt;br /&gt;Some promised the wind a benevolent alter,&lt;br /&gt;Some were snubbed amidst the fate of stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuitous and Propitious were the seeds that bud,&lt;br /&gt;for the miffed seedling,said she had taken enough,&lt;br /&gt;Enough of it for herself to stand upright ,&lt;br /&gt;Enough to make her embrace the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Enough for her to be on her own,&lt;br /&gt;Enough to make the world her own !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-8402855722840823830?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8402855722840823830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/10/seedling-dream-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/8402855722840823830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/8402855722840823830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/10/seedling-dream-story.html' title='Seedling Dream story !'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SsYMJ_HBAuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gCvOs0gLwnI/s72-c/2130a0c06398b7f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-307026469088800863</id><published>2009-08-28T12:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:58:08.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PHENOMENA called LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only someone could describe what love actually is,wouldn't it be so much more easier for us to diagnose that the love bug has finally bitten us and the infection has spread far too much to be cured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst we all know that the disease has its symptoms none of us can describe the feeling,because it is inexplicable..and the symptoms vary with every crucial stage!! Talking of symptoms,Romantic flicks define them far better than any doctor could have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the question here is...When do you know that it is "love actually" and not "infatuation"...and that it isn't just a temporary phenomena which fades away with time but builds up in strength with every passing moment..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is my point of view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stage 1:Infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; :-&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Every relationship no matter how unique from the other in their stories has this part to it for sure because no relation can solely build on the "nice or sweet" part of its partner,there needs to be a strong urge from within to know the person,a strong physical attraction and a liking for the opposite sex or the same (as applicable)..which obviously is pretty much the way forward...looks do matter initially but take a back seat later on as the relationship matures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 2&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span&gt;I know you,you know me,now what?&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Its simple,you meet,you talk incessantly,you want to share the best things about you,your achievements,your qualities,your life experiences,etc  but at the same time you want to know more about the one at the other end,hence the observation power is increased manifold,watch out cause you are being noticed...nothing goes unnoticed! Every moment the other person is just gauging you to fit "HIS/HER TYPE"!! Now,here comes the Type issue,ironically,there are one class of people,who don't bother much about the "type"...but there are some who won't compromise! So be your best..cause the 1st impression might as well be your last chance..!! If you fit the type criteria,congratulations you have made it to the list,otherwise never mind better luck next time..and try someone your own type!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 3: I like you...!! really??!! OMG me too!!&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;This one is a pretty dicey stage,a make or break one...the thing is you have just confessed your liking but you don't know if its LOVE actually so you just linger it further this is the best stage,because the side effects of this stage are..you might assume you're flying,perhaps even HIGH,but on simple flirting !! Every thing seems to be just so nice...You want to stay here forever...and stretch till the next stage follows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 4:Let's know each other MORE.. till then let me ask my friends!&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Its still the dating stage and you're asking your friends and people around you,if this would be the nicest thing to do...a mere nod/approval from their sides,will make way for something new..or rather the very next stage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 5:Wow...Is this real..I'm in LOVE..!!&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Yes, you will be jumping around,sleeping less,talking more,dreaming both in the day and night,looking in the mirror more often,avoiding public places,steering away from parents,running to your room,looking at the roof and smiling..and the smile will be the only accessory that won't leave you even while you're in your most important meetings or discussions or classes..whatever! All that you will remember is your cell phone and you never know,you might even get caught reading the inbox messages time and again(a million times over)...or the constant beeps of the phone ringing are sure to get you in....! A person from miles away would guess,you're dazed and in love...and very much hit hard by the cupids arrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 6: Constant recital of "I LOVE YOU"...and then MUAHHHH&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I don't think this one needs any explanation...!! love needs an expression to come out....so there it goes..and i don't think you care if anyone's looking... :P !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 7: There goes my Concentration:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;You're just thinking...that let the entire world go to hell....and that you anyway,din't care much about others and neither did they ever...so why even bother...and your concentration is...well....very much at your partner only...no friends...no parents...no work...only love is on your mind...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 8:Beep BEEP...&lt;/span&gt;:- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Constant reminders of your love have to reach the other end...come what may...do hell with the phone bills... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 9:Ok...im in love...and i'd love to have a future with you but let us not forget the finances!!&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;To make a living...love is merely an inspiration..money is the Requirement...Its needed for a house,education,food,clothing....!! Shit....we need to earn quick....!! or else...we will be dependent on your parents...or mine...!...Quick...snap back to reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 10:Love isn't everything...but it is still important...!&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Ofcourse you're important sweetheart...but you know...Our career...is a little more important...so please...can we cut back on the talking part please..! you know i still love you...don't you..!! and im doing all this for us... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 11:So you don't love me anymore&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Nothing is how it used to be....you don't have time for me...we hardly meet..youre busy always...!! no more lovey dovey messaging..and now you want to sleep early too..?!! you have changed...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 12: Guess..we were never meant to be...&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Well...things have changed..so have circumstances...youre not as understanding as you used to be..youre so intrusive and domineering...it psyches me..!! I have a life of my own...do i have to tell you everything??...Please don't disturb me..i have a lot of pressures over my head already...can't take crap from you too....!!...It will be better if we give each other time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 13: Over ?? so soon :( Shit...i miss him/her...&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Friends....please come to rescue!!...i gave him/her my best..but i guess he/she has changed...so i guess not talking is the only way out...i guess,we have to move on...but i'll miss him/her...i wish...i'm called back...because i'm not going back to him/her...enough is enough!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 14: If its true...It will last :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Despite all these ego clashes,circumstantial problems,unreal and high expectations,If you really were in love...It will LAST...and you'll be back...to make it work...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stage 15: Happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-307026469088800863?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/307026469088800863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/08/phenomena-called-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/307026469088800863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/307026469088800863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/08/phenomena-called-love.html' title='PHENOMENA called LOVE'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-3823456886298905413</id><published>2009-08-18T15:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:07:36.832+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The umbrella diaries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Spd5vsUFWiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SvoLJgARvRo/s1600-h/492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Spd5vsUFWiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SvoLJgARvRo/s400/492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374898540546185762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was by far the best place i have ever seen...it was certainly  divine ! But it didn't have the usual sky craving skyscrapers,nor the stubborn concrete buildings, nor the hollow walls of any dwelling, nor the diplomatic voices of the metropolitan cities,nor the stressful traffic and not even scenic monumental architecture..There were just 3 people there...me,my silence and nature uninterrupted.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Spd5vBssNAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gc6q31atocM/s1600-h/502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Spd5vBssNAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gc6q31atocM/s400/502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374898529106670594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really couldn't previously understand why some people craved to be with nature and would want to live all by themselves,leaving all the fancies of the materialistic world to live a life so bland..with no cars,no big palatial houses,with not many appetizing and elaborate delicacies to choose from, with just plain clothes to wear..living a life not worth living...but i guess i was wrong...living near nature is an experience not worth leaving...cities can wait...&lt;br /&gt;Not many people in today's world have the taste to live with simplicity..not many have the time to spend with nature...not many have the guts to leave what is shear comfort and necessity !&lt;br /&gt;"Its not easy to be with oneself...it is far easy to live with others..."&lt;br /&gt;Imagining and analysing life from this perspective i feel that we are in this rat race called life,missing out on a lot of beautiful things and moments...and this is what a day's trek to binsar's zero point made me realise..&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to describe the place,its beyond words...the rustling sound of the dry leaves when you walk over them  trying to sing a song, the sudden gush of the strong cold winds jostling the trees creating a symphony in mellow voices,pleading you to stop and enjoy the bountiful harmony and the beauty of nature and its songs for at least a minute..the birds were as if joining in the orchestra welcoming the spring with open hearts...the other creatures also joined in the chorus to let you know of their presence..the sudden  drizzle made you wonder if the falling tiny raindrops were a part of the nature's conspiracy of the the enchanting symphony..and you might have never imagined how rhythmic these tiny little raindrops could be till they thud on the mud below to recreate a mesmerizing percussion of sorts..the soulful reverberance of whose sound fills your heart,mind and soul...&lt;br /&gt;and that is not it...when you reach the trek till the top..you realize what they meant by heaven when they first coined the name...with clouds below you and walking besides you...precipitating on your face whenever a strong wind gushes past you...with hills below you and the himalayas infront of you clothed in the whitest clouds one could imagine...looking so enigmatic and mesmerizing...that you would never want to leave...&lt;br /&gt;These feelings cannot be put into words...because somethings can only be experienced and not talked about!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Spd5uXDRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/7gal6Rctkzk/s1600-h/500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Spd5uXDRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/7gal6Rctkzk/s400/500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374898517658642322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: All Pictures are courtesy my father and the one holding the umbrella in the first picture is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-3823456886298905413?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3823456886298905413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/08/umbrella-diaries.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3823456886298905413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3823456886298905413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/08/umbrella-diaries.html' title='The umbrella diaries...'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Spd5vsUFWiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SvoLJgARvRo/s72-c/492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-6145645238030615965</id><published>2009-08-07T15:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:24:45.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Conversation with my friend "Life":</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SnwV5m62M-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/p8p0_v3oDfY/s1600-h/2121134241_20a56d9367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SnwV5m62M-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/p8p0_v3oDfY/s400/2121134241_20a56d9367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367188935362884578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I really had to talk to you..I mean how do you manage being so uncanny all the time..you're so unpredictable and this amuses all of us all the time..so why are you this way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;: Well, i would have loved to be really simple and predictable but somehow i thought that would be so boring!! Thus i am not the same for everyone..and so like you behave and deal differently with different people so do i... what's wrong with that..and i am sure you all would have not wanted to live me longer if i were not like this,there would have been no fun at all you know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Fun??!! well i guess when absolutely everything seems to be going the unexpected way..nothing seems right..! We feel so screwed up and you think its fun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;  Basically i am giving you a breather from your everyday boring life..I am sure its as refreshing as an adventure activity for you all...almost like a roller coaster ride of emotions ! Of course that's fun..but if you keep cribbing about it..you'll lose out on the thrill and experience.Its an irony my child..you'll never realize how much fun you had till that moment lasts..its only later on that you'll want to revisit and cherish those priceless moments again..like hanging out with friends or being thrown out of classes or being scolded by your folks or stammering in your viva's :P these moments may seem pretty embarrassing when they happen but they become profound&lt;br /&gt;memories! So don't hold back and start enjoying !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, so you may be right here but again don't you think that these uncertainties that you throw at us breed insecurities in us!!?? and they make us aimless and haplessly depressed..what about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt; My child, you need not get worried about these small games i play with you all the time..uncertainties should never stop you from trying..all i am trying do is giving you time to learn about your own self in this process..You don't need to be winning every game...because it doesn't matter in the long run,but you should aim at learning something from the experience all the time.Believe in me always and never assume that i'll leave you stranded ever..because i won't ever! Trust me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Guess you do have all the answers to my questions but here is a last one; Why does it happen that we can't take full control on our emotions during difficult situations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt; Well,that is true to a great extent for many,but that is because we sometimes think too much about things that don't really matter much so my advice is that let go..cause its easier to fly without much burden on your head and let me take the driving seat ; sit back and enjoy the scenery as it comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life: &lt;/span&gt;God Bless you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-6145645238030615965?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6145645238030615965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-conversation-with-my-friend-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/6145645238030615965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/6145645238030615965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-conversation-with-my-friend-life.html' title='My Conversation with my friend &quot;Life&quot;:'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SnwV5m62M-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/p8p0_v3oDfY/s72-c/2121134241_20a56d9367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-5459047102197441701</id><published>2009-07-12T18:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:25:28.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sln6psG16kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kj_hsDRUUmQ/s1600-h/1482502599_ede1f14d93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sln6psG16kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kj_hsDRUUmQ/s400/1482502599_ede1f14d93.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357588825855355458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delirium struck him in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;he just couldn't forget that hideous sight,&lt;br /&gt;that moment of truth had shattered his life away,&lt;br /&gt;he dreamt the nightmare every single day,&lt;br /&gt;the shock of the loss was a miserable ruth,&lt;br /&gt;but he had to live with the inconvenient truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His loss was more than that of a man without legs,&lt;br /&gt;or of that of a child who everyday begs,&lt;br /&gt;or of that of a father on his son's death,&lt;br /&gt;or of that of a mother and child in snow without a sheath,&lt;br /&gt;for his loss had garnered from his own distaste,&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to undo all but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost his family, friends,siblings and all,&lt;br /&gt;he cried and cried but it was too late a call,&lt;br /&gt;for he did nothing then to stop his downfall,&lt;br /&gt;when warnings were avoided, ignored and then stalled,&lt;br /&gt;what is worse he has no one to share his grief,&lt;br /&gt;because the entire mankind itself weeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the negligence of yesterday they all pay today,&lt;br /&gt;for all the sins committed they pray today,&lt;br /&gt;they know that even they wouldn't last long,&lt;br /&gt;for the nature has already struck its dong,&lt;br /&gt;and now we all pay for torturing it,&lt;br /&gt;and for all the harm we did to it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth has started spinning hotter as they say,&lt;br /&gt;for it cannot tolerate anymore our tormenting stay,&lt;br /&gt;for it has been hoping against hope for us to change,&lt;br /&gt;but we have been showing no sympathy to her vulnerable stage,&lt;br /&gt;This is the future left for for all of us to see,&lt;br /&gt;if we don't take out mother earth seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;act wise="" now="" and="" help="" stop="" global="" warming=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link to watch this video to know how you can help: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Q4rdx7frHM&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Stop Global Warming!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/act&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-5459047102197441701?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5459047102197441701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/07/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/5459047102197441701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/5459047102197441701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/07/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare..!!'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sln6psG16kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kj_hsDRUUmQ/s72-c/1482502599_ede1f14d93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-4095025179475890542</id><published>2009-06-25T09:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:55:01.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life changing experience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SkMKBE3PUiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WYkk_dNoPGM/s1600-h/332ea260e0422ad0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SkMKBE3PUiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WYkk_dNoPGM/s400/332ea260e0422ad0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131795847860770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A WORD OF CAUTION: Reading the following might change your life in a big way (it did that to me) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This one sentence changed my life in a major way :- "Live in the PRESENT"I know it might sound like a cliche to you, but it certainly can change your life to an extent unsurpassed, with the only clause attached that you need to apply it at every moment  of  your life to experience the bliss.Its very strange how we all either think of the past and crib or think about the future and  worry but the irony lies in the fact that in the present moment there is never a thing to crib/worry! So why should you indulge your self into meaningless stress? Why can't all of us enjoy the present moment? Here is a technique that might prove helpful to help your self whenever your mind swings into past or future-Snap your fingers each time you feel your mind is wandering anywhere but the present moment and smile after that to make the most of now! This technique shall be the most effective in giving your life a new meaning..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The second secret is  "Either give it your 100% or don't do it!" why say "i will try" when you know you don't want to do it! Don't make attempts just for the heck of it, take your call and do it only when you are sure you want to give it your 100% because there is no point in fooling around with your own self.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Expectations reduce joy".I know everyone would agree to this because we all know we feel bad whenever our expectations are not fulfilled,so why reduce our joy when we have just one lifetime with an average life expectancy of just 70 years with almost all of us sleeping around 35yrs of that age, the remaining is spent either eating, working in closed cubicles or in traffic with just 4/5 years left with us to live..so why waste ??!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"With Power comes Responsibility and vice-versa". I heard this dialogue in spiderman I, and ever since it has stayed with me. This sentence is perhaps the best to get ourselves back on track whenever we over-indulge in our ownselves and our vested interests.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-4095025179475890542?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4095025179475890542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-changing-experience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4095025179475890542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4095025179475890542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-changing-experience.html' title='Life changing experience...'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SkMKBE3PUiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WYkk_dNoPGM/s72-c/332ea260e0422ad0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-2485703555032703352</id><published>2009-06-20T20:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:08:13.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Irony called LIFE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sj0Pto0gZNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mOUv8YIOHg4/s1600-h/4568c052f2698a58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sj0Pto0gZNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mOUv8YIOHg4/s400/4568c052f2698a58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349449209112192210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very strange and confusing sometimes, to be sitting with yourself and analyzing your own life. When you recollect all that you have been through , all circumstances that have come your way, all the miles that you have gone by, all the beautiful memories of the past, all the sorrows you managed to overcome, all the moments that you rejoice, all the people whom you cherish, all the fun that you had, all the stress that took a toll on you, all the times wherein you have been loved and pampered...When all of these little moments that you cherished so much suddenly become the past, it seems so unreal..and all you feel like doing then is somehow catching hold of these surreal moments of bliss..so that you can again revisit these memoirs as many times as you want.&lt;br /&gt;Life, this four letter word is in no manner as simple as it seems, for it encompasses gazillions or may be even more vivid moments for us to gather in an entire lifetime.These four little letters encompass our existence on this planet and can be fairly surprising and unpredictable.Nobody can foretell what life might bring next on to our doorsteps, yet we anticipate with vigor and enthusiasm to see the unseen, to believe the unexplainable, to traverse into the unknown  and expect the unexpected...here lies the beautiful irony..."we don't know what will happen,yet we expect and believe that the planned shall happen for good".&lt;br /&gt;We meet many fellow travelers on these paths of the maze of life, but our destiny decides for who stays with us for what time interval and who leaves without a word being said.&lt;br /&gt;Thus terming this beautiful labyrinth as 'life' and the answer to this labyrinth as destiny would not be quite wrong,would it?...for if you are destined to solve this puzzle, you are gifted and are destined to do so by all means but the effort remains with the beholder and the minimum we can do is just try, for the hidden path shall open only when the time comes and you need to be striking the right chord then to be able to pass through the hidden doors of the maze, which you shall be able to do only if you keep practicing the right chord, awaiting the right time..leaving the unforeseen to destiny!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sj0Pk3CzWqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9frHONga_v0/s1600-h/5c660927225e4fce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sj0Pk3CzWqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9frHONga_v0/s400/5c660927225e4fce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349449058311428770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-2485703555032703352?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2485703555032703352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/irony-called-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/2485703555032703352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/2485703555032703352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/irony-called-life.html' title='Irony called LIFE !!'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sj0Pto0gZNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mOUv8YIOHg4/s72-c/4568c052f2698a58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-3703568507689414745</id><published>2009-06-12T10:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:30:52.198+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SjHumqfi8pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yUViqidd3uA/s1600-h/2993421421_df56be24b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SjHumqfi8pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yUViqidd3uA/s400/2993421421_df56be24b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346316580674531986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walk by the beautiful memory lane of innocence, i find myself walking step by step, really slowly on the rough and rugged roads of my life, clasping on to your index finger as tightly as i could, so as to never ever let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;As a child, i felt stranded and doubted my self belief, could never imagine myself to be able to walk a step without you being there to hold on to me but your support constantly reminded me  that you have and will always be standing with me in all my ups and downs of life, in every bicycle ride i dreaded riding without the wheel support, in every game or challenge that i lost the way you cheered me over, in every happiness that i wished to share,in every setback in life, in my tryst with destiny,in my negligence with time, in my celebration of life, in my mistakes of all kinds, in every stressful situation i faced, in every path i chose to trace!&lt;br /&gt;You instilled in me the strong belief that,no matter what happens in life, you are always going to be there for me,holding me tight, so that i would never ever fall...!&lt;br /&gt;These silent promises that you made through the golden puerile years of my childhood were fulfilled each time life threw a challenge at me, as i grew up in age and i found myself in dire need of your help and guidance, though i could never muster the guts to ask for your support, your hand on my shoulder in the time of distress would say it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave my dreams wings, my aspirations the desire, my energies a direction, my toil an adulation, my personality an inspiration, my spirit a liveliness , my mistakes an absolution and me an identity !&lt;br /&gt;It is because of you that the difficult ways of life never seemed as arduous as they were, every impediment never seemed as impossible to surmount as it was, every journey did not seem as boundless as it was, every hardship did not seem as insurmountable as it was and every accomplishment did not seem as small it was.&lt;br /&gt;Your being extremely protective and concerned with my well being all the time said volumes about how much you treasure me and made me the happiest daughter in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence has always endowed upon me the blessings of thyself and the God above..&lt;br /&gt;All i wish is that one day you could be proud of me being your daughter too..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how well i wish to phrase my feelings into words, words can never express what you mean to me papa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of Love&lt;br /&gt;Your Darling Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SjHuNV_jowI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4dDNQjV8TWA/s1600-h/2823598285_f1dc67f65f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SjHuNV_jowI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4dDNQjV8TWA/s400/2823598285_f1dc67f65f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346316145674920706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-3703568507689414745?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3703568507689414745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-to-my-father.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3703568507689414745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3703568507689414745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-to-my-father.html' title='Letter to my Father'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SjHumqfi8pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yUViqidd3uA/s72-c/2993421421_df56be24b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-5206574606412469550</id><published>2009-06-06T18:10:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:08:34.031+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's calling....where are you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sipw-nshZeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vZ9-3E8PILs/s1600-h/c5e7d1dbc26facba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sipw-nshZeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vZ9-3E8PILs/s400/c5e7d1dbc26facba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344208128938436066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really really tough to be who you REALLY are ?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we curtailed by societal pressures to be a part of the masses ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we heedlessly try and copy our peers and fake our existence to be the likes of the kinds that we originally aren't meant to be ?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't everyone around us accept us the way we originally are ?&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being different ?&lt;br /&gt;Why should we be the alter ego's of the ideal ?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't nature itself want us all to be original ? because that is how she has created us, each one different from the other! Each unique yet so authentic.&lt;br /&gt;Nature silently must conspire us to be who we are, but the question is are we listening to her mild and subtle reminders ?&lt;br /&gt;We all spend 90% of our lives doing what we supposedly "have to do",but is it really what we want? is it really our calling in life or is it just a way of wailing away our time to glory, by being stereotypical as well as orthodox and absolutely hysterical to the ideas of experimenting with your own life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fill our lives with so much stress,most of which is absolutely unnecessary, and then curse our destiny later on when things start propelling us to the "less traveled path" of which most of us are extremely anxious about because of the degree of uncertainty/risk the path brings along with it? or is it that perhaps life is supposed to be lived that way and that perhaps is what is destined for us and that is what we are made to really do !?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes us think that the stereotypical ways of living are the ones which must take us the right way? What if an unthinkable and untrodden path takes to a place where you truly belong? Why are we not open to new avenues,new ideas,new challenges?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so head-strong on reinventing the wheel every time? What stops us from doing what we love? is it fear of self,failure or society?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we oblivious to changes ? Why can't we make and accept changes in and around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions are the ones that our conscience asks us all the time , but do we really have the time to listen ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-5206574606412469550?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5206574606412469550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-callingwhere-are-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/5206574606412469550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/5206574606412469550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-callingwhere-are-you.html' title='Life&apos;s calling....where are you??'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sipw-nshZeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vZ9-3E8PILs/s72-c/c5e7d1dbc26facba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-4719640497218044290</id><published>2009-04-26T08:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:53:36.342+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Great Indian Political Tamasha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SfPlUxjyCSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2R1LbgP2mlw/s1600-h/2108080432_b84a86b6c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SfPlUxjyCSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2R1LbgP2mlw/s400/2108080432_b84a86b6c0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328854929172990242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to write this post since a long time now.Its really interesting to see myself really getting engrossed and involved in the happenings in the political arena of my country,for just 3 years back,i was the kinds to had never even bothered to open the newspaper to read political news,I would straight away head to the magazine section of it where all the P3P's would be gossiped about..!!&lt;br /&gt;Now,what has really driven me into writing this is the particular discontent and disappointment with the "BIASED" media houses of our country,be it a newspaper publishing media house or a TV broadcasting one,they are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;As a personal opinion i have always felt that the role of the media is enormous in making/shaping the public's opinion ,what people do is TRUST these men and women  as the messiah's of the society who would always inform you about the various happenings within the country and beyond by being brutally honest,unbiased and true to us,but somewhere i guess we all got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Money is more powerful than just about everything and so these people do not mind selling their conscience in lieu of a larger than life incentive to help their respective companies do better and not their country.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for being so rude in my choice of words for the media,for which i had amassed a lot of respect in the last couple of years,for having given us a new meaning of democracy,but my trust has been let down gazing the recent political ruckus the media has  created,the undue focus on creating a political tamasha out of the electoral poles has been their sole motive.TRP's are the new mantra of the game for which a dozen of the news channel competing among themselves and in theses recession struck times are ready to do just about anything...and i mean just anything...and what more the people whom they give this attention, just love it...even if its for all the wrong reasons,who cares a damn, at least you are the topic of discussion on forums of a dozen channels and on the covers of the newspaper...more people now know of you..so in short congratulations you have made history and you are on the 'wall of fame' and so next time just incase you want to wish your distant friend in U.S. a nice day,you could just pick up the phone and call a media house,saying that you want to give a statement, and two dozen mikes will be before you in seconds and you can say what you want,because they are quoting you "LIVE and EXCLUSIVE" relentlessly and what more,its the "BREAKING NEWS" !!&lt;br /&gt;What disapoints me further is the negligence of the media in our country regarding the key environmental and social issues in our country,which no TV channel or Newspaper thinks is of critical importance,because there are no breaking news quotes available with such organisations to give to the media in return of a serious conversation on such issues like there are in case&lt;br /&gt;Rahul gandhi goes to a 'gaon' to sleep in the room of a 'dalit' (what a way to make the place where he campaigns progress!!! ) or when muthaliks raids the pubs here or when Priyanka gandhi(a nobody in politics who is quoted everywhere only because  her surname "gandhi") comments on how her brother should get married soon and become the PM,or some people misguiding us on how relevant the babri masjid demolition and creation of a temple at that very place is the MOST important issue...[a word of advice to politicians and media people: STOP MISGUIDING US and PLEASE GROW UP]&lt;br /&gt;Environmental and social issues seem to be passe more so because it has nothing to do with politics or its agendas(as it now seems);Politics is all about dividing people on any account just to amass votes to get into power and then to get corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody talks about what these "big names" have done over the last 5yrs to make progress in the respective constituencies(like building hospitals,schools,etc) , everyone is busy quoting the farce promises they seem to make every 5 yrs this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Its time we woke up to ground realities and its time to stop blindly following any newspaper or media house.&lt;br /&gt;The decision is yours!!&lt;br /&gt;Vote but diligently.. Don't fall for Big names..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-4719640497218044290?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4719640497218044290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-indian-political-tamasha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4719640497218044290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4719640497218044290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-indian-political-tamasha.html' title='The Great Indian Political Tamasha....'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SfPlUxjyCSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2R1LbgP2mlw/s72-c/2108080432_b84a86b6c0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-67608666660529896</id><published>2009-04-08T21:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:04:18.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From my best friend.... :)</title><content type='html'>http://inversionofcontrol.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-friendship.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-67608666660529896?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/67608666660529896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/67608666660529896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/67608666660529896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-best-friend.html' title='From my best friend.... :)'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-778980550279384501</id><published>2009-04-03T12:27:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:54:08.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just once more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdW-SM8cPkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ff0acrPaTEs/s1600-h/3307218864_72c765c7f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdW-SM8cPkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ff0acrPaTEs/s400/3307218864_72c765c7f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320367754729766466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was the same,everything changed in a matter of  days...His life was no more as simple as it was..He wanted to blame his near and dear ones for having saved his life that day...for at least he would have lived a life of dignity and died the same way...for he did not want to be taken care of and monitored all the time..for he wanted to be able to live all by himself and not at the benevolence of his relatives..he had always disliked being sympathized with..and there he was lying on his bed,unable to move an inch by himself...his immobile body has confined him to a small room in the place where he lived his entire lifetime..where he spent his adulthood days...he is paralysed now...!!&lt;br /&gt;Life now bears a different meaning to him,He eats not because he enjoys it,but because he knows that is what will keep him alive for a little more time,He smiles not because he wants to but because his smile might lend a smile to his children who are doing all they can to get him on his legs again,but it is a bit too late..His voice is growing feeble by the day,the infection is spreading rapidly..He has a limited number of days by his side,for the tumor cells in his brain are multiplying every second,and he can feel himself crumble haplessly to death..&lt;br /&gt;His dear ones can feel the pain that he feels,but only if they could share the pain..Alas..this is one thing they just can't do..Sometimes God can be so cruel to someone so naive and innocent...how unfair!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is painful to see some one you love so much in this state..everything is fading and so is your hope...you don't want to let go..but something is taking him farther away..&lt;br /&gt;You only wish you had a little more time..for you want to re-live all the moments you spent with him..JUST ONCE MORE....if not more....AT LEAST ONE MORE&lt;br /&gt;and now that he rests his soul in peace...&lt;br /&gt;God Bless him for he was not just a kind soul but the best grandfather anyone could have asked for too!!  LOVE YOU DADDY!  :"-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-778980550279384501?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/778980550279384501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-once-more.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/778980550279384501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/778980550279384501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-once-more.html' title='Just once more...'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdW-SM8cPkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ff0acrPaTEs/s72-c/3307218864_72c765c7f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-1239258437044963163</id><published>2009-03-14T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:34:23.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'>check this out......</title><content type='html'>http://radhikakapoor1.blogspot.com/2009/03/political-misadventure.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-1239258437044963163?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1239258437044963163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-this-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1239258437044963163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1239258437044963163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-this-out.html' title='check this out......'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-5571071923748141729</id><published>2009-03-10T16:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:32:42.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miles to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SbZGZxaa_SI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0q7hxlkPa2k/s1600-h/2884469048_6387dd26ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SbZGZxaa_SI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0q7hxlkPa2k/s400/2884469048_6387dd26ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311510219104910626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the glimmer and glimpses of the past forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;With the gleeful memories of the childhood fun,&lt;br /&gt;With the sheen and shine of the morning sun,&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams in my eyes and thoughts unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a glass ceiling above my head,&lt;br /&gt;but steady and calm in the storm i tread,&lt;br /&gt;To face what comes lying ahead,&lt;br /&gt;I heedlessly proceed unknown threads,&lt;br /&gt;I walk, I run,&lt;br /&gt;I cry, I am numb ,&lt;br /&gt;But with destiny calling me from miles away,&lt;br /&gt;I tread my path without dismay,&lt;br /&gt;With grief and resentment in my veins,&lt;br /&gt;I still have solace in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and miles to go now that I have start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the rhyming bells of change,&lt;br /&gt;To see the blissful sun's visage,&lt;br /&gt;To feel the earth wear its dancing shoes,&lt;br /&gt;To touch the tranquil blue waters too,&lt;br /&gt;To live a life of reverence and tribute,&lt;br /&gt;Before i kiss the fear of death away,&lt;br /&gt;Tell the god above,I am here to stay,&lt;br /&gt;For I have a bag full of promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;and I have miles to go before i sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The author's mood swings are to be kept in mind! :) and a mild vote of thanks to robert frost..couldn't have written it without the inspiration derived from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-5571071923748141729?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5571071923748141729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/solace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/5571071923748141729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/5571071923748141729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/solace.html' title='Miles to go...'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SbZGZxaa_SI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0q7hxlkPa2k/s72-c/2884469048_6387dd26ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-4454342366677044705</id><published>2009-03-04T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:08:05.452+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly lesson..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sa6ybID3SlI/AAAAAAAAADk/WKzn7k9Nhs8/s1600-h/2748276763_3a195e865f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sa6ybID3SlI/AAAAAAAAADk/WKzn7k9Nhs8/s400/2748276763_3a195e865f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309377189806295634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Butterflies,the most intricately designed species amongst the others that god made...I'm sure it took him a lot of them in making each one so unique,in terms of the designs they bear,so distinct,in terms of their bright and fluorescent colors,which makes each one of them so attractive and alluring,that you would want to catch them in your hands for a while and enjoy their  pulchritudinous..but Alas..God gave them wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do these ravishing creations of god signify or symbolize ??&lt;br /&gt;The Butterfly is a symbol of change or transformation, joy and love.Its a powerful symbol in myth and religion. For Early Christians, it represented the soul itself.&lt;br /&gt;In China it symbolized conjugal bliss and joy.&lt;br /&gt;American Indians call upon the butterfly for guidance in change, color, and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up,its a symbol of an ideal happy living...&lt;br /&gt;What is life without color,freedom or change?A life not worth being called "life"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Philosophically,a butterfly is Gods way of telling the people how one should lead a life full of the evergreen colors of happiness,freedom,love and joy...and not just this but how one must adapt to his surroundings so as to lead a harmonious,peaceful and a beautiful life..so the keyword here is "CHANGE"/"ADAPTATION".&lt;br /&gt;My take:"The only constant in our lives is change!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets take a lesson or two from the tiny thing...to make our lives as divine and stunning as that of the butterfly's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-4454342366677044705?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4454342366677044705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterfly-lesson.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4454342366677044705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/4454342366677044705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterfly-lesson.html' title='The Butterfly lesson..'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/Sa6ybID3SlI/AAAAAAAAADk/WKzn7k9Nhs8/s72-c/2748276763_3a195e865f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-8784207282240950217</id><published>2009-02-20T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:26:55.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That smile.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SZ5UBxw5wiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g7702jxKnj8/s1600-h/2501722589_18877c3f60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SZ5UBxw5wiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g7702jxKnj8/s400/2501722589_18877c3f60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304769800604074530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was something in the way he stared at me..i Don't know what it was but it certainly did make me want to look at him again..and again and again...&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't control the tiny stretch on my lips..no matter how hard i tried..Even though he wasn't great to look at ,but there was something mysterious about him,and his enigmatic smile,that i just couldn't stop myself from turning back to catch a glance of him,time and again and smiling back at his innocuous acts..! The smile just wouldn't go off my face..as if someone stuck it with a glue..&lt;br /&gt;I guess there was something about him..&lt;br /&gt;He must have been around 2 feet in height,perhaps around 3yrs old. He looked frail and his complexion was dark.He was scantily dressed and was playing with his sister on the terrace,where some construction was going on..I was there looking at him from my terrace.I believe his mother was inside a room on the terrace,carrying heaps of bricks on her head,perhaps she worked there..&lt;br /&gt;His eyes spoke volumes..They had shades of notoriousness and innocence.They were beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;His chuckling laughter filled me with joy..perhaps that was happiness in its purest form and it was so infectious that i became a victim of his in seconds..I couldn't get my eyes off him..&lt;br /&gt;He ran across the terrace,'n' number of times,to the room where his mother was working,looking at me through the corner of his eyes and carrying a mesmerizing smile on his face,each time he ran!&lt;br /&gt;He then would hide behind the door of that room on the terrace and would peep through it,shuttling his head here and there,to see if i was still looking !&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful evening and i will remember it all throughout my life for the smile he lent to my face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-8784207282240950217?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8784207282240950217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-something-in-way-he-stared-at.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/8784207282240950217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/8784207282240950217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-something-in-way-he-stared-at.html' title='That smile.....'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SZ5UBxw5wiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g7702jxKnj8/s72-c/2501722589_18877c3f60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-2552471952148465901</id><published>2009-02-08T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:40:55.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prodigious Liar...me!??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SY3tyKDs86I/AAAAAAAAACs/ExC2nUqAdbE/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SY3tyKDs86I/AAAAAAAAACs/ExC2nUqAdbE/s400/confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300153782434067362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really fuels  adults like us to blatantly lie, without fluttering an eyelid, on issues of trivial importance ?   Why do we maneuver the truth to the extremity of its gamut ? Well,  both you and i will agree when i say the 'lying syndrome' is nothing but a stimulus oriented result of our environment and and we are merely the innocuous victims of our circumstances! We love blaming everyone but ourselves don't we :)&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, we are responsible for each and every happening in our life, because we solely take our decisions, and by decisions i don't just mean the 'BIG' decisions,i mean the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'little'&lt;/span&gt; ones,that we take for every split second, minuscule and trivial decisions like should i get up at 7.30am or sleep 15 more minutes or should i work overtime today..&lt;br /&gt;By the above citations i mean,that we stand 100% accountable and responsible for every happening in our lives,you characterize your actions and thus blaming others/circumstances is just another futile effort in the way of convincing yourself,why you lied a second ago.Lying only makes you superficially very comfortable with the fact that the lie that you just said was only so harmless,but the question is why can't we just say the truth ? We believe it just leads to a lot of controversies,too many to be true!&lt;br /&gt;It can't be as bad as we imagine it to be! I am not advocating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Gandhigiri&lt;/span&gt;' but i feel it is a 'feel good'/'no guilt' way of life! Its better to say 1 truth rather than a 100 hundred lies to make up for the 1 lie that you said,no wonder they made it mandatory for us to read 'Pinocchio',the boy who had an extensible nose, for the times he lied, his nose would get extended by a few centimeters !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vividly imagine other people lying to you,trust me it would make a lot of difference to you,because you might lose the TRUST you had built with that person over ages.Too big a risk for anyone to take if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;My advice is same as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gandhiji's&lt;/span&gt;: Avoid lying , because there is not much fun in lying, the dauntlessness 'lies' in no 'lying' :)&lt;br /&gt;'Embrace Truth' its good for health !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-2552471952148465901?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2552471952148465901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/02/prodigious-liar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/2552471952148465901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/2552471952148465901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/02/prodigious-liar.html' title='Prodigious Liar...me!??!'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SY3tyKDs86I/AAAAAAAAACs/ExC2nUqAdbE/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-6208748758855278729</id><published>2009-01-29T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:52:15.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DO I CARE ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SYGex7gg_BI/AAAAAAAAACk/vZZ9ACaP0Dw/s1600-h/230300184_b161b637a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296689217389263890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SYGex7gg_BI/AAAAAAAAACk/vZZ9ACaP0Dw/s400/230300184_b161b637a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the world is undergoing an economic slowdown, people are losing their jobs to recession, the polar ice-caps are melting at a shockingly high rate which sooner than later will submerge the low-lying areas especially the coastal line, the strong value system of our nation has been hit for a six with more people imitating the west in the pursuit to look and sound "cool" and "urbane",the 3rd largest IT firm (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satyam&lt;/span&gt;) frauds the common man and the duties of the so called "moral police" are being performed by the gross,malicious,profane and X-rated people.Now the question is do i care? Do we all care? Yes, we all do. But only for a few seconds,till the thought lingers fresh in our mind,after which it remains with us only as a newspaper headline,that's about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are seemingly the most empathetic creatures,yet we fail to feel the profound grief of others,i am blaming no one here,because it is now a part of the basic human tendency.The impact fades away,slowly but gradually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Time heals the deepest wounds!" Yes,it really does,but will closing your eyes only to believe that the cat won't eat the little birdie right in front of it,help??? Unfortunately,we all close our eyes when we can't see the remorseful site,Perfectly normal i say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But when do we actually know that the bad dream is over? and that some day or the other people like us would have to take an initiative? or that if it does happen with us,then what ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its time for us to stop playing the blame game,its time for us to start thinking and start walking the talk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Act responsibly as an individual, do the little kind acts of saving the environment from degradation and be honest to yourself .Blaming is easy but doing something is difficult.Start an initiative to change yourself first,then you have a right to blame the rest.The 1st step to change the world is to change yourself .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; YES,i care,so should you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-6208748758855278729?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6208748758855278729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-care.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/6208748758855278729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/6208748758855278729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-care.html' title='DO I CARE ?'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SYGex7gg_BI/AAAAAAAAACk/vZZ9ACaP0Dw/s72-c/230300184_b161b637a4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-7068552295047959324</id><published>2009-01-24T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:41:25.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unveiling the mystical theories of spiritualism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SXsAwU6zqQI/AAAAAAAAACE/UgJoX5FpYLc/s1600-h/2349704817_a9105a0da9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294826617153235202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 497px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SXsAwU6zqQI/AAAAAAAAACE/UgJoX5FpYLc/s400/2349704817_a9105a0da9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tryst with life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted answers to a few of my questions on life.I seem to have a lot of clarity in my thoughts now,after an elaborate and meticulous 'Q and A' round of discussion with my grandfather and 'guru'.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief summary of the dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;Q: God resides within us and he is everywhere at the same time he states that, every one is within him,how is this all happening ? and why are we not aware of what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: God is like the sky above us,He is everywhere,True! But He is of no definite shape or size or face or religion, He can be personified like water,like water can take shape,of any vessel it is put into.Similarly He is energy in its purest form and can be thought to be transformed in any form but the energy has no shape of its own!&lt;br /&gt;Its purely our convenience to memorize Him as a human face.He is like an ocean,so no matter how many rivers carry their water to Him,and no matter how many rivers take water out from Him,the ocean still remains in dynamic equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;The whole situation can be rightly put in an apt example,Assume God to be the light emitted by the CRT,cathode ray tube,[in technical terms], of the television,and 'all of us' to be the different programmes running on air,lets say,a serial with different characters,with 'all of us' playing our part as some character in the serial, so without the light 'we all' cease to exist,and 'we all' embody the light within us.&lt;br /&gt;For further clarity,assume God to be the 'Sun',without the sun knowing how we all rely on it for life,He comes everyday to enlighten our lives with its charismatic presence.Thus He is the energy without whom we all are defunct or comatose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can we befriend ourselves ? How can we put our energies to work for our betterment and avoid ourselves from worldly desires and distractions to achieve spiritual,mental and emotional growth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:The key is to understand your '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;own self&lt;/span&gt;'. You(heart+mind) are your best friend,your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt; and your guide for life.Brood over what i said and you shall know what i mean,when i said this.&lt;br /&gt;No-one,no matter how close to you can know you more than your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;own self&lt;/span&gt;.Be-friend yourself,trust yourself,endow innate trust in your abilities because there is nothing,i repeat,just nothing what we can't do!&lt;br /&gt;At first master your heart, by luring it to follow the right direction,which would initially be provided to you by your mind,then comes the hard task to ensure that your heart doesn't take charge of you even before you start to show it light and you take charge of your mind+heart.After this the story is very simple,because your heart shall give you all the right decisions on its own,without you having to give it orders.Your life can't be happier if you follow this seemingly difficult but extremely advantageous and simple principle,because it is after this that you grow,spiritually,emotionally and mentally as a human-being.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Smile and Love all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-7068552295047959324?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7068552295047959324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/unveiling-mystical-theories-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/7068552295047959324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/7068552295047959324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/unveiling-mystical-theories-of.html' title='Unveiling the mystical theories of spiritualism'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SXsAwU6zqQI/AAAAAAAAACE/UgJoX5FpYLc/s72-c/2349704817_a9105a0da9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-1283534160822022962</id><published>2009-01-11T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:56:21.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Headed to Neverland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWnjGje990I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ifeNKkReaxk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290008939067209538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWnjGje990I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ifeNKkReaxk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're confused with the topic,don't be,because that's where i am headed,to the place called NeverLand !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering what/where it is? Here's a brief summary: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neverland is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Fictional world" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fictional_world"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fictional world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, often depicted as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Magic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Island" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Island"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; featured in the works of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Scottish" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scottish"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Scottish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; author &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="J. M. Barrie" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._M._Barrie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;J. M. Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, and is the dwelling place of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Peter Pan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Pan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Neverland was introduced in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Theatre play" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theatre_play"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;theatre play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Pan,_or_The_Boy_Who_Wouldn%27t_Grow_Up"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Scotland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scotland"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Scottish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="J. M. Barrie" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._M._Barrie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;J. M. Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, his subsequent novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Peter and Wendy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_and_Wendy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Peter and Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neverland#cite_note-PeterandWendy-0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; and later works by others. While sojourning in Neverland, people may cease to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ageing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ageing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;; therefore, Neverland is often seen as a metaphor for eternal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Childhood" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Childhood"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (and childishness), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Immortality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immortality"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;immortality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Escapism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escapism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;escapism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u wish to ask me,why exactly would i want to head to this flabbergasting place ,well..the answer is simple,its because &lt;strong&gt;I don't want to grow up&lt;/strong&gt;,ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we all have to grow up?why ? why?...I know the obvious answer to this fairly unreasonable question i just posed,everyone knows,but its not that easy to accept that you've grown older than what you were on your nineteenth birthday and that you're no longer a teen anymore!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more people look up to you now,expecting you to do all things in the utmost sophisticated and responsible manner as possible all of a sudden,because after all you're grown up now, and being silly is so passe and uncouth,and because you're not a kid anymore remember,OH..just in case you don't,no problem at all,because all the people in the world will let you know that in a jiffy,even before you can bat your eyelid,to get a hang of what's happening and how in the world has the world around you changed so soon,just because you're not a teen anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to move steps backwards in my life,i want to cherish running around the trees,chasing friends for something that they stole from you which was yours,to sing those juvenile and puerile nursery rhymes,which our parents made a point for us to remember and but ofcourse make sure that they tell the rest of the world,how bright their child is,by showcasing his/her sense of rhythm,his/her voice clarity,his stunning memory(for the way he/she manages to memorise the rhyme) at such a tender age implying how intelligent he/she will be in the years to come,all of this is conveyed in a rhyme,amazing isn't it,and i am so sure i'll do the same with my kids :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dream of fairy god mothers and tooth fairies who are above in heaven,taking care of all your needs :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to count all the stars in the blissful sky at night,without thinking of it practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly like a bird,with my arms outstretched,and my senses cherishing ever bit of the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat sand and play with it,without worrying about my clothes being soiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing rhymes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be closer to nature and i want to enjoy the musical sounds of nature by keeping my eyes closed and hearing the birds chirp louder than ever,and the sound of the stream that gushes lyrically down the slope and the rush of the cold breeze hitting me through the threads of the fabric of my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the tiny droplets of water on my face when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to jump in a puddle and splash the water .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what my neverland is and that is exactly where i am headed..! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-1283534160822022962?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1283534160822022962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/headed-to-neverland.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1283534160822022962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1283534160822022962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/headed-to-neverland.html' title='Headed to Neverland'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWnjGje990I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ifeNKkReaxk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-3802788450605944104</id><published>2009-01-07T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:56:56.218+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Forgive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWShXC2_8zI/AAAAAAAAABU/IO4WjcNfTIE/s1600-h/2653504363_c90fd97195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288529279716422450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWShXC2_8zI/AAAAAAAAABU/IO4WjcNfTIE/s400/2653504363_c90fd97195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is the most difficult thing in this world? As far as my point of view on this issue is concerned,i believe "To Forgive.." tops the list,and its not as if i am the first one in this world to mention this,as its already there in our epics,written some million of years ago.Now the questions that arise in my 2kg mass of tissues,water and nerves right above my neck are:&lt;br /&gt;1.What makes human beings,the most intelligent species in this world,so sensitive to being hurt by words??&lt;br /&gt;2.Why do emotions take a toll on us,in most decisions of our life?&lt;br /&gt;3.Are we more vulnerable to emotional hurt or physical hurt?&lt;br /&gt;4.Why is it soo difficult to pardon others or yourself for any malfeasance commited?&lt;br /&gt;Lets state a few facts first...&lt;br /&gt;Man created society to maintain harmony and inter-dependability .&lt;br /&gt;Society created a set of rules for '&lt;em&gt;homo sapiens'&lt;/em&gt; to abide to,so as to maintain a just and quarrel free mechanism to live in .&lt;br /&gt;Now our brain and society clearly demarkate the 'good' things from the 'bad' ones, and so if you doing anything 'bad',i.e. anything against the norms and rules set as standards by the society,you make an ERROR!! and you definitely have to apologize,because the brain doesnt register it as a 'good' enough act..weird...!!! We make rules and if we deviate,we apologize??!!?? i feel its very human to err,and we shouldn't apologize for that,because it is this process of differing from the rest that makes people unique.But yes,i also firmly feel,just in case we do break rules and hurt others,emotionally or otherwise,the word 'sorry' is apt,to a certain degree!&lt;br /&gt;Now why do people take ages to forget a folly,and FORGIVE?? The answer to this is simple,its the feedback mechanism of our brain!!...we tend to remember the past,hence it remains as a constant reminder with us forever,so the mind processes it time and time again making it difficult or rather impossible for us to forgive...be it our ownselves or others for that matter of fact..no wonder the saying " Once bitten twice shy " is famous!&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary,there is also a saying which says "Its human to err and heavenly to forgive!!"&lt;br /&gt;So now that we realise its not us but our mind's feedback mechanism+experience which doesnt allow us to forgive..so why allow our mind's mechanism to take full charge?? Afterall,its only human to err(not everyone is as perfect as u are ;) )&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead smile,embrace divinity and grant someone a pardon,it feels angelic...! (I can already see a halo above my head..feels g(o)od!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-3802788450605944104?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3802788450605944104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-forgive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3802788450605944104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/3802788450605944104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-forgive.html' title='To Forgive...'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWShXC2_8zI/AAAAAAAAABU/IO4WjcNfTIE/s72-c/2653504363_c90fd97195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693078684406136250.post-1095077356287256465</id><published>2009-01-06T19:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:57:47.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWN6N7w5OwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E3Tvep-MbOs/s1600-h/4232d94970b58fb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204767262751490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWN6N7w5OwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E3Tvep-MbOs/s320/4232d94970b58fb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not everyday that u get up and you feel that even though you have every basic commodity,perhaps even all the luxurious commodities you could have ever wished for and more... (thanks to your folks!),you have great friends,an amazing family,perhaps you are a someone whom people might even envy at times...yet,there is 'Something Missing'...!&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i am a pessimist and i fail to see the brighter side of life or i fail to see the half glass full,its more to do with the purpose of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;There are 'n' number of questions that your mind is cluttered with whenever you're trying to find the starting and ending threads of your life,primary one's being,"What am i doing?","Am i supposed to be doing this??","Is this why i was born?" ,"Is there a purpose for my life?" and so on....&lt;br /&gt;What do you tell yourself when you yourself ask such questions,should you sound over optimistic and tell your self that you are meant to serve yourself and your family or your nation or the world...or should you try and find out the real pupose because there's no fooling your own self or is it ?...as goes the saying.."You lie the loudest when you lie to yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the answer lies not in looking outside,it certainly lies within,if you want it really hard,you will have to sit alone with yourself, and trust me its not that easy!&lt;br /&gt;Because its certainly not others we fear,we fear our ownselves,we fear isolation,we dread having no one to talk to,which is why we try and move as outward as possible,or we try to be engrossed in our work,so as to distract ourselves from us...Strange certainly,but true indeed..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693078684406136250-1095077356287256465?l=tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1095077356287256465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-missing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1095077356287256465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693078684406136250/posts/default/1095077356287256465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-missing.html' title='Something Missing'/><author><name>Radhika Kapoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752461226391516691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SdWzOoJ_KRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CphUk9Ze1os/S220/Image139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQv2YVZFM8w/SWN6N7w5OwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E3Tvep-MbOs/s72-c/4232d94970b58fb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
