<?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-2050095026145439414</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:12:32.463+05:30</updated><category term='Hindi'/><category term='EDUCATION'/><category term='MUSIC'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='women'/><category term='Free From Poetry'/><category term='RELIGION'/><category term='global warming'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='wordplay'/><category term='pollution'/><category term='FRIENDSHIP'/><category term='Physics'/><category term='LOVE'/><category term='world'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='IMT Ghaziabad'/><category term='NATURE'/><category term='PERSONAL'/><category term='indiyeah'/><category term='WORDS'/><category term='POEM'/><title type='text'>MY 7th SENSE</title><subtitle type='html'>Out there are things that we can see, hear, touch, taste, feel and understand but we sometimes don't. That's where the 7th sense helps us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-2446157046612411215</id><published>2012-01-20T07:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:54:23.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMT Ghaziabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free From Poetry'/><title type='text'>You never know...</title><content type='html'>You never know what happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know what happened yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;I am sure it breezed through,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you didn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care, really.&lt;br /&gt;You never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It could be a lot like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow could also be unlike yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow could be like tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;It could be about moments,&lt;br /&gt;Ones that linger,&lt;br /&gt;Ones that you want to linger on.&lt;br /&gt;You never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, tomorrow could be your big day,&lt;br /&gt;It could be about the one thing you have been waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;It could be about everything you ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;It could be about anything,&lt;br /&gt;Give tomorrow, the one that could, a chance.&lt;br /&gt;You never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS: This is my first poem in 4 years and my first post in 2 years. Unfortunate that it  couldn't have been earlier. The so called Top Indian MBA from seems to have crippled me on the writing front. Sad. Even more unfortunate that I seem to have  almost abandoned my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mental shrine, where my thoughts about the world flowed without abatement. I will try and make sure this never happens again without fail and without excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-2446157046612411215?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2446157046612411215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=2446157046612411215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2446157046612411215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2446157046612411215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-never-know.html' title='You never know...'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-5080265564757070544</id><published>2009-12-21T02:08:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:59:30.024+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCATION'/><title type='text'>Life is all about playing, if you Love the Game.</title><content type='html'>Many things have happened in my life for the good and for the bad. One of the good things that has happened to me is that i have some how connected to a very large amount of people through out the world for reasons which should best remain unexplained. Thankfully a lot of them have been very erudite in ways they would not want to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the entire journey till now, which has been very short in terms of years and very long in terms of learning, i have come across people from many walks of life who were both happy and sad about what they were doing at the moment of time when i met them. I tend to ask about what people do and why they chose to do it a lot, those things fascinate me. Sometimes this annoys people especially the kind of people who didn't know why they were doing what they were doing. So i honed my skills and asked people questions more subtly using various innuendos. After talking to a lot of people about their lives in terms of their occupation i realised rather confirmed my doubts that people who did what they loved, loved their job and had mostly no issues with the money they made as well since they naturally excelled at what they loved so remunerations were never a problem. On the other hand guys who just worked not because they loved the job itself but because of other things which the job offered almost always had issues with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look at people we admire in life, remember that we hardly admire people just because they have money, and even when we do that, we fail to realise that making money was not the motive with which the&lt;br /&gt;people on the Forbes and Fortune rich list started out their education plan with. They started out by learning about what they loved and they did what they liked and that's why they are who they are because they are what they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Sy6SMeoTamI/AAAAAAAAAEs/25atXPCpaVI/s1600-h/frustrated+indian+engineers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Sy6SMeoTamI/AAAAAAAAAEs/25atXPCpaVI/s320/frustrated+indian+engineers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always say my friends a line which usually goes something like this: "In a country whose gdp has a compounded growth rate of approximately 8% per Annum, money making would be the least of the worries for a sensible well educated young man, rather it will be things he least thought would give him problems, things like "what am i doing, why am i doing it, what am i going to leave behind and what exactly is the goal of my life"". Now all this is not new one might say since this can be called as a midlife crisis, well, the only problem is mid-life crisis as the name suggest should hit you at the time of midlife 45-50 and not at the age of 30, why 30? Going by current track record, almost everything we want materialistically would be available to most of us who are reading this blog by the time we turn around 30 and not 45-50 or even more for our parents and theirs. What then? that's the question we need to answer, may be we should begin the whats, whys, hows and whens right about now? Or should have started even sooner? I have been fortunate enough to have answered my own queries long ago, i hope you were too, if you haven't already then remember that its never to late to start. So remember to ask the basic the Whys, Whats, Hows and Whens before you embark upon any worthwhile vocational journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very easy thing to preach and a very difficult thing to practice in the long run is understanding the fact that things that make us happy are not what we want but rather things that we need. We, as naive naivetes, don't understand that subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle difference at an early age and hence fall prey to a vicious cycle from which its very hard to come out of. Most of us never come of out it. Some of us do and live to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we almost all of us at some point of time fall into this trap is material for another write-up, most probably the next one. i will give you one not-so-subtle clue though : The Education System.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-5080265564757070544?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5080265564757070544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=5080265564757070544&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/5080265564757070544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/5080265564757070544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2009/12/many-things-have-happened-in-my-life.html' title='Life is all about playing, if you Love the Game.'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Sy6SMeoTamI/AAAAAAAAAEs/25atXPCpaVI/s72-c/frustrated+indian+engineers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-6929637077072428575</id><published>2009-08-10T04:06:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:35:15.247+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><title type='text'>The Art of Copying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Sn9WHGe3-9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TsnIeFnLuc/s1600-h/plagiarism+%281%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103960848104402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Sn9WHGe3-9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TsnIeFnLuc/s400/plagiarism+%281%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Eating India alive is its love of copying, from examination halls to office reports, from homework to thesis, from music to movies, from literature to art, from fashion statements to the love of blogging. In India so many things are being copied so fast that its becoming China. The only difference being that China does it with goods and not with human forms of art but since we are more democratic, we do it with everything especially art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;In India though, copying all forms of art is an art in itself. This art is called the art of inspiration, which is defined by the dictionary as - "the arousal of the mind to special unusual activity or creativity". For real artists the "unusual activity" will be a brainstorming session or watching the rainfall out of their window, for the surreal artist though, any good song in the market, which he/she fallaciously thinks no one else has heard, is good enough. Since this activity of the surreal artist requires no inspiration, its thus called inspiration as a mark of sarcasm, mocking the real artists as they require inspiration from within and things around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For the surreal artists, the word "copyright" is a term too literal and they someday would want to include "the right to copy" as a fundamental right of every Indian citizen as a mark of respect to . In fact they just might cite that our very own constitution is an amalgamation of various constitutions from countries around the world and since its so, its an act of "inspiration". (I reserve my comments on this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But the capability of imagination of these surreal artists is commendable. They have the audacity of brilliance in them to imagine that even if they pick up a song that’s a rage world over, numb it down to their level and dumb it down to sound like what they want, the average person will not be able to recognize the original song from the "inspired" song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;An Indian director is now copying Juno, (the worst part is that these directors don’t even change the characterisation or theme)  which very well could have an original Indian story only if people had the courage to get inspired from real life rather than  from surreal world.  An Indian music director is now being sued over by some bands from outside and who lodged the first complaint about this music director's latest lift? His fellow co-music director. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why stop there? Its not just music or movies but dressing motifs and (funnily enough) attitude problem (or the stylish perception of it) too is now considered the "in" thing and is thus copied merrily. Even Social Networking profiles too have taken a hit (including mine, which now has been copied hundred times over by people who have no idea what they are copying from every major social site). Australian board of education has now realised that most of Indian thesis' for M.sc and P.hd programs are copied from one source or the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Its about time that we stopped dignifing copying and call stuff "inspired" or even "plagiarised" because even the word plagiarism is used so that the common man, who doesn't understand big words, don't get the real meaning. From now, let's call copying as copying :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-6929637077072428575?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6929637077072428575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=6929637077072428575&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6929637077072428575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6929637077072428575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2009/08/art-of-copying.html' title='The Art of Copying.'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Sn9WHGe3-9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TsnIeFnLuc/s72-c/plagiarism+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-6656554109519047089</id><published>2009-06-08T05:13:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:24:07.279+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>The fad called Guitar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SixjFHX7fcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/80OtsVey-oQ/s1600-h/miku-rockstar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SixjFHX7fcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/80OtsVey-oQ/s400/miku-rockstar1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344755797311847874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it weird that suddenly out of nowhere there are guys and girls who are proclaiming to be neo-Jimi Hendrix, Roger Walters, Kirk Hammet, Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton, Van Halen or even better? Isn't it weird that the people who claim to be the sole reincarnation of  these solo kings have not even heard complete albums or know how they look? Isn't it weird that every second person you know is forming a band and what not? Isn't it weird that all that they learn is guitar but not any other instrument as if the other instruments don't even exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, yes,  of course, it is weird. what's more weird is that this sudden blast of "Yooness" has come about after the famed release and success of "rock on!!" which in itself was a fashion overstatement (Sorry "Real Rock" Lovers) with nothing more than mediocre performances which went overboard due to media hype. This coupled with generous doses of Salman Khan magically playing the guitar with only his right hand while the left hand is flexing its biceps year on year has produced the current situation where now almost every second guy and girl i know is playing "Rock" or worse, "Death Metal". and if you ask why is "Rock music" or "death metal" (or for that matter any other kind of music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;named so and what are their origins? The answer will come flying "Erm, watevr dude, jus yoo. peace out man neway ssup?"  and if you are really really really unlucky then "jai mata de, lets rock" :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither do they not know how Sa Re Ga Ma is related to Linkin Park (or Metallica or Foo Fighters or GnR or RATM or whoever) but they also don't know how Do Ri Me Fa is related to the same. Neither do they know about what the notes of the 6 strings are and why they are that way nor do they understand terms like pitch, melody, harmony, rhythm, tempo, meter, articulation, dynamics, timbre, texture or scales which are the minimum prequisites of understanding music. At best, they will know tabs. I am not expecting people to know about Chuck Berry, Manna Dey or Bo Diddley but understanding how Aretha Franklin is related to Lata Mangeshkar, Kishore Kumar to Eminem and Md.Rafi to Bob Dylan forms the foundation of music. Because C# (known as C sharp) and teevra Sa aren't all that dissimilar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So can they play a particular song? Yes, of course, there are tabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So can you not solve a calculus problem (or even E=mc2)? Yes, of course you can, there are answer sheets. Will you be able to solve any given problem that you don't haven't cheated the answer already? But naturally, you can't. Can they play any given song or music? Of course, not. Just like you can never ever invent a differential calculus problem on your own with an elegant answer if you don't know the basics of math. In the exact same way, they can never make a song if they don't understand the basics of music. And this is exactly why, Unfortunately, for all of us, although more people seem to be playing music but very few are actually learning it. which is why we aren't creating any vast array of new music but we are rather focusing our inept talent of "re"creating music which was already there, thereby ending up with more of the same and less of the different, creating pseudo and plagiarised new music which neither makes musical nor any other sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The focus is not on learning or even playing music but on donning skin like Goths with black nail polish, ring on their right ear, band on their right hand and legs, generous dollops of eye shadow, liner etc and fashioning curly long hair. Not just that  but people who have no idea whatsoever of music or its farthest cousins are all headbanging their ass off to midteen crisis of cigarette, alcohol, drugs and chicks. A potent mixture of which leaves them impotent by age 27.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, how do you recognise this particular brand of people? Its simple, their social networking profiles will have it clearly written that they are quasi-guitar gods and have been only held back because of reasons which can't be understood by the non-yoo community. They will also be wearing shades (preferably in an already dark room), holding the guitar in a way deemed impossible (look at the photo above for details) and have a bowel clogged constipated look on their face (sorry, can't upload nude pics on my blog). Don't believe me? just sign onto your favourite social networking site and just type the keyword "guitar" and abracadabra there you have him- your local, very own, very sassy "yoo-man". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like an apple tree won't give you a mango, love for fame can never give these guys the knowledge of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morass and mire of the fad, fashion and "yooness" we have conclusively lost the art of music and have sold it off to business and limelight of "YOO-MEN" and their "RRAAWWWKSsTAAARSISSSSMM!!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of it reminds me of a very famous song by Metallica called "Sad but true" and makes me question "How many more of these morons do i have to go through before my ears bleed to death?" i guess, "the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind" as said by Bob Dylan :)&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/2050095026145439414-6656554109519047089?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6656554109519047089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=6656554109519047089&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6656554109519047089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6656554109519047089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2009/06/fad-called-guitar.html' title='The fad called Guitar.'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SixjFHX7fcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/80OtsVey-oQ/s72-c/miku-rockstar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-2305937167247917763</id><published>2009-03-13T06:23:00.019+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:10:57.168+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>for 21 years.</title><content type='html'>Thank You Family - The only people who think about you without seeing any profit motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Teachers - The only people who do the same as above but do so without the relation of blood, want of recognition or lust for praise (mostly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Friends - The only people who stick to you not because they are obligated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You "Friends" aka known as Frenmies - The only people who make you practice Kaizen-the Japanese art of continuous self improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Television, Computer, Internet, Movies, Music, Books et al - The only people who are not made of flesh and blood but give you as much information, if not more, as the people who are made up of flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You all for 21 years of my existence :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-2305937167247917763?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2305937167247917763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=2305937167247917763&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2305937167247917763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2305937167247917763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2009/03/morpheme-prosody-of-21-years.html' title='for 21 years.'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-8378292767157142536</id><published>2009-02-25T07:06:00.036+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:53:46.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><title type='text'>Little Did Danny Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SaSiqQHi6SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QAUNaZQesxo/s1600-h/nyt+jai+ho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SaSiqQHi6SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QAUNaZQesxo/s400/nyt+jai+ho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306545107714107682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Question:why does "Slumdog Millionaire", after winning 8 oscars this year, and deservedly so, still needs to prove itself to India/Indians?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:It doesn't. Its a global phenomenon now and neither can BIG nor small As, Bs or Cs can do anything about it. The Academy awards are handed out for brilliance in the art and science of English film making and 8 Academy awards are more then enough to prove its mettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criticism that i have heard most, in and around, for the movie is that it renders poverty in a voyeuristic way, it has won the awards because it was directed by a foreign director and its unrealistic portrayal. The "unrealistic potrayal" bit  makes me laugh and begs me to ask "how real are you or any of your movies sir(s)/madam(s)?" This, in fact is as real as reality gets and makes me question if showing the abject poverty of  every 3 out of 10 people who live beneath the poverty line in India can be considered as voyeurism or just the naked truth of the Indian underbelly?&lt;br /&gt;Or if a foreign director, trying to make a movie and thereby helping the cause of alleviating the poverty from the lives of the people he touches, sadistic in any form or kind, especially when the upwardly mobile Indians are too busy rejoicing the Forbes list where 4 out the of 10 richest are of Indian origin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire argument can be decided over by a single quote by Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;"Question:How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Four; calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Boyle  and co, as always, had the courage to show the truth without thinking twice, had the courage to make 1/4th of the movie in Hindi without enquiring with his producer, had the courage to make a movie which had no big actors, had the courage to move on even when the initial distributors backed out, had the courage to direct a movie with a heart and had the courage to read books, which unfortunately, i dare say, our directors/etc don't get time to do, as they are too busy sequencing "item" numbers with the tasteless class for the tasteless mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the world's greatest movies, including that of India's, have always come from books. Without literature there is no story and without a story there is no movie.&lt;br /&gt;Its about time India and its junta realised that movies are more about the stories and less about the t-shirt tearing, bullet biting, goggle ogling, stammering, monologusing, accenting and eccentric actors with godforsaken godfathers, godmothers, godbrothers, godsisters and godfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity people who choose not to associate with projects on human endeavour and hope but would rather dance in any birthday or marriage party for a crore rupees and return tickets.&lt;br /&gt;I also pity people who frown upon Oscars and would rather grin over baseless plethora of filmy Indian film awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other realities are; this movie of 15 million (75 crores) has now grossed in over 200 million (you do the counting-crores) and has bagged in around 100 awards worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the Oscars that Indians have got, it has also given Indian talent a platform to perform and showcase talent on. It has given Tanay Chheda a kiss each from Reese Whitherspoon, Penelope Cruz and Angelina Jolie (most Indian actors would kill for the same from anyone of the names mentioned). It has given Freida Pinto the vogue magazine's a spot in  amongst  the best 10 dressed lady ranking and  given her Woody Allen's next movie which also casts movie also casts Josh Brolin, Anthony Hopkins, Antonio Banderas and Naomi Watts (most Indian actresses would let them be killed for the same). It has also given the slum kids of the movie a flat each and an financial bond which will mature when they will be 18 and be handed over to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of it all i ask you, should we close our eyes and brush poverty under the carpet or should we face the reality and do something about it? Should we choose a truth that is a social gaffe or a faux sham that is pretentious? is Slumdog Millionaire voyeuristic&lt;br /&gt;or is our over-the-top Bollywood blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get real. Now, more than ever, is the time.&lt;br /&gt;after all, we are what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jai ho(pe)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Disclaimer: All names, photos et al belong to their respective owners. All rhetoric/satire/sarcasm made here has no unwilling references.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-8378292767157142536?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8378292767157142536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=8378292767157142536&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8378292767157142536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8378292767157142536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2009/02/slumdog-millionaire-and-millionaire.html' title='Little Did Danny Know'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SaSiqQHi6SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QAUNaZQesxo/s72-c/nyt+jai+ho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-6580803865997772436</id><published>2009-02-13T09:16:00.029+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:21:07.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><title type='text'>Pramod Mutalik and ilk vs N. Susan and ilk vs Republic of India vs Pink Chaddis vs Yellow Journalism vs Everything in Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SZT5IUpy57I/AAAAAAAAAEA/05w_xrTheG8/s1600-h/piCST3416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302136582700197810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SZT5IUpy57I/AAAAAAAAAEA/05w_xrTheG8/s400/piCST3416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too many in India belong to two tribes: one following the shree Ram sene's Pramod Mutalik and the other following the Consortium of Pub-going, Loose and Forward Women's N.Susan. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's concerning?&lt;br /&gt;Either of two tribes don't represent India or its majority.&lt;br /&gt;What's more concerning?&lt;br /&gt;They think they do.&lt;br /&gt;What even more concerning?&lt;br /&gt;People and the media are making it seem like they do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is that the third tribe, hopefully to which the largest lot belongs to, is too tired of fighting for and against the other two tribes. That and they think its too frivolous an argument to crusade over. The continuous to and fro hustle and tussle of the other two tribes in various formats and ferments have made it even more harder for the third tribe to have its own say as they are moderates and not right/left/centre/whatever winged extremists like the Mutaliks and Susans that seem to have the self-righteous veracity to speak on behalf of entire India on their own. The third tribe being as peaceful as they are, tend to be sidelined by the extremists from both sides of the divide. so who tends to lose most in this fight of Mutalik vs N Susan? The "aam aadmi/aurat" ofcourse. who gets branded as either or by the two sides, failing to realise that all who are not Mutaliks, may not Susans either and vice versa. They can be some where in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about this third tribe?&lt;br /&gt;Where do they go?&lt;br /&gt;for namesake, the girls who wear pink panties (not gift them away to very old men) or just panties or skirts or half pants or three quaters or jeans or full pants or salwars or saris.&lt;br /&gt;And what about guys who want to make India proud, not by beating women but, by protecting them?&lt;br /&gt;where do all of them go and join?&lt;br /&gt;loose and naked vaginas vs woman beaters? are these the only two Indias that we Indians now have to choose between? between saffronites like VHP/RSS/MNS/SRS/Mutalik and disgruntled TEHELKA employees/hungry NEWS CHANNELS/consortiums et al?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can an Ideal India be ruled by either Mutaliks or Susans? as both the former and the latter are self-obsessed, self-righteous and down right narcissists, who are either too loose or too tight, who dare to forget that there are more dire issues which should be taken into hands by young and old India alike, who dare to forget that between pub-goers and saffronites, there lies an India of the other 99.99 percent. They dare to forget that the common man/woman of India is not interested in religion, is not interested in rhetoric, is not interested in facebook and definitely not interested in pubs, but he/she is interested in things that both Mutalik army and Susan brigade take for granted and are too privileged to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Mutalik, this is where he stands #FOOD&gt;CLOTHES&gt;SHELTER&gt;HEALTH&gt;EDUCATION&gt;MONEY&gt;JOBS&gt;RELIGIOUS SECTS&gt;EXTREMISTS&gt;HINDU&gt;Shri Ram sene&gt;Muthalik&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;as for Susan, this is where she stands #FOOD&gt;CLOTHES&gt;SHELTER&gt;HEALTH&gt;EDUCATION&gt;COMPUTER&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;&gt;INTERNET&gt;ORKUT&gt;FACEBOOK&gt;PUBS&gt;Consortium of Pubgoing,Loose&lt;br /&gt;and Forward Women&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;(DEMOGRAPHIC COMPARATIVE ESTIMATE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink panty girls, who are going to give their pink panties away as charity, amongst them men, most are doing the same with their chastity too. Is this a very difficult and preposterous extrapolation to make?&lt;br /&gt;as for Mutalik, he has already showed his demeanour and measure in such a vexing way that not even Lord Ram himself can salvage Mutalik's Ravana Sena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so called Ram Sainiks, on one hand are forgetting that India is a FREE country and the land of Kamasutra. on the other hand, or the other thigh rather, the "LOOSE" women are losing memory over the fact that not every women in India is "LOOSE" yet and the "LOOSE MEN" are forgetting that some men, still, can't be PHYSICALLY loose and hence don't enjoy cross dressing or have a collection of pink panties to give away, especially to very old lungi bearing men like Mutalik whose lungi seems to be turning a lot of the cross dressers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sure for all the progressive and FORWARD Indians, for whom FORWARD doesn't mean LOOSE (unlike the Susanites), who have IQ over 135, can forget the entire episode by taking a good hard look at the names of MUTALIK and SUSAN and then by taking your very own (or even your neighbour's) MUTT for a walk to his favourite place and let him SUSU* while you make the analogy. I insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(N.B: # A&gt;B&gt;C, where number of people concerned with A is greater than B and number of people concerned with B are greater than C, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;*SUSU is Indian for urine.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:All organisations and other names are owned by their respective owners.&lt;br /&gt;IMHO: The protest is fine but the term "loose" is where it lost out and am hoping that it was sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-6580803865997772436?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6580803865997772436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=6580803865997772436&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6580803865997772436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6580803865997772436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2009/02/pramod-mutalik-and-ilk-vs-n-susan-and.html' title='Pramod Mutalik and ilk vs N. Susan and ilk vs Republic of India vs Pink Chaddis vs Yellow Journalism vs Everything in Between'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SZT5IUpy57I/AAAAAAAAAEA/05w_xrTheG8/s72-c/piCST3416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-8246719944304120433</id><published>2008-10-09T09:55:00.055+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:53:18.116+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pollution'/><title type='text'>Humans to flap Wings and flutter Fins within Three decades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SO2H_o3sCiI/AAAAAAAAACY/c04GUT7PikA/s1600-h/2262935457_81b6e252c3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255005867583736354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SO2H_o3sCiI/AAAAAAAAACY/c04GUT7PikA/s400/2262935457_81b6e252c3_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On august 14,2003 most of north America had a power outage. Youth of the countinent didn't even know that the thing that came out of the plug points could stop flowing. After they realised that, most of them went on to enjoy that fact. It affected 67 million people and financial losses were estemeed to be 6.5 billion USD but most of the youth were angry about hot pizzas not being delivered to their door steps in midst of their nox carnival. The reason for the power outage was told to be over use of electricity, what ever that was. In more simple words, a continuous series of circuits fell off one by one, as electricity consumed by people was reaching 100% capacity (only place where demand equals supply doesn't please perfect economists). It was a cascading effect set off by the overdrive of electricity, most of it was used in air cooling as it was the peak of the American summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20% of all of the witchy power used in north America is "blowing in the wind", literally (some call it air conditioning). air conditioning is a prequisite in most homes of nations of the world, the people inhabiting which can't tolerate high temperatures, so it would be fair to say more temperature would mean more use of the magical might as air conditioning usage would rise. Air conditioning (ambience modifiers), as we know it, doesnt just come in one form. It also comes in form of room heating, so even if temperatures dropped too much people in most developed countries would use room heaters. So we heat, cool and clean air so that we get fresh and bacteria free air in our homes where we live all our lives and don't need to move out for education, work, food and life. our water heaters, water coolers, cooking gas stoves, microwave ovens, refrigerators, fans, tvs, radios, computers, faxs, telephones run with our lives. So basically we do things and then undo things and both happen when our mommies click their fingers and practice withcraft. Ask them, if you may. Manifestly so, industries require the same sorcerous force, with which our industrialised states are going to bloom and our heyday going to last till eternity to produce that Ikea cow couch we all need to enjoy tv on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This population day on July 11 2008, the world population was around 6.6 billion (let me write you that in figures, 6,600,000,000) by 2042, it will be 9 billion and we will celebrate 10 billionth human life around 2055. How much better are we at producing babies than our once folliage wearing ancestors? well it took them around 250,000,000 years to reach 1 billion and it took us 200 to reach from 1 to 10, which means we must be great in bed no matter how much the People's magazine complains. We are good! Not just that we are 1250000 times better than our ancestors and thence we have a population day so that we can look back each year and celebrate our endeavour and enterprise to devour the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, all of us, since we are such kind and gentle peace loving creatures inscrutably abyssal recondital trenchy cryptic deep deep really deep down at the heinie bottom of our heart, will preach the motto of "sharing is caring" and practice it just like we did in the great wars of the 20th and 21st century. Even if we didn't have such bonnie bottom hearts we would still have to, because more people will mean more place to live, more place to work, more place to breathe, more place to grow food on, more place to let the food out, more place to commute, more of everything that makes us, us. But we wont have to worry as our self-sacrificing and peace loving world leaders such as george bush, who have absolutely no dialogue with lobbies of philanthropic organisations such as Exxon mobil, which has the highest net income in the world that of around 40 billion, will get tax cuts from the US government because it needs to ameliorate its pitiful fiscal condition. Its just a serendipitious coincidence that it happens to be a oil corporation and oil corporations are only raking the moolah to give it away to their pitiable and haplessly poor kids who are needful of multi jet air stream conditioning in their stretch lemo's lavatory, which most probably, euphorically guzzles a litre for every 2 miles of travel, when they are taking a private jet cruise to the amazon for a school project on the "cause of fast depleting forests". why? becasuse good air flow in lavatories creates better bowel movements in the upwardly mobile people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, all these people that we are growing today will require food to grow so that they can grow more people who can grow more food. Since the size of earth, as we speak, is growing by 69 million sq miles every sixth sunday of the month, only to accomodate our growing demand for food. our scientists have besides found little green farmers on planet mars, we can easily trade our intellect and our collective sense of satire for their food, if we run out of ours. We will also have more food since we are using more and more farm land to produce corn in order to produce ethanol to replace gasoline, because teens like me love the addictive to the smell of petrol and collective discerning governements of the world have taken a step against people like me and they told us they wont let us do that any more and have thus began to ticker and suck less oil from the wells. subsequently the planetery authorities don't require petroleum products for food production since tractors run themselves on carbonised air and our fertilizers are made from human excreta thence we dont really have to vex over anything at all but just wait for that McDelivery to reach our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In addition, more people will need less cars as we all love to walk. Well for the people who don't there is always, a very good chance that in the next 7 years we might need to swim and not walk, as swimming is the best form of exercise and the global regimes have decided to fill our streets and, if required, our houses too with sea water, this is especially true if you live relatively near the ocean, seas, rivers etc which is around (70% or more of the population) and if that's not the case, don't worry other places will receive incessant rainfall and you will get to to stay afloat for the better half of the year (mumbai 2005, Bihar, orissa 2008, china 2005 and on, Bangladesh, so many more are proof of exercises that governements are conducting on us) and if you are still unlucky then most of you will either be stuck in snow slides, deserts or plains which will soon turn to deserts as the insatiable rain clouds need to feed themselves and because land heats more quickly than water hence higher temperatures will drain more water from soil than from water itself (revisit theory of sea and land breeze &amp;amp; latent heat of liquids and solids) you will be lucky enough to do that for the ones of us who will be swimming. Amidst this we will learn to drink sea water, not just because we will be swimming in it but also because most of our natural sweet sources of water, like glaciers and lakes will dry up. we will also try to grow fins while our brothers and sisters out in the deserts-to-be try and grow wings so that finally they can help us to fly off to Mars, Jupiter, Saturn or for that matter even their moons-Ganymede and Europa. They will do so yet again because they are gentle and peace loving inscrutably abyssal recondital trenchy cryptic deep deep really deep down at the heinie bottom of their heart. We will also have the opportunity to swim with those big white beautiful vegetarian animals called polar bears, who will have to cross the pacific to get to us, as their chuck of land called the artic would be completely gone and the same will ring true for penguins who will grow larger fins and spring up gills in just another 5 years as their domain of ice now known as the antartic, whose ice is breaking into pieces as we speak, will no longer be there for us to base our scientific camps of climate study on or to claim the natural resources out there. But who needs these scientists and writers anyway, they only say stupid things like, (i am paraphrasing) "You gotta learn swimming or flying, if you dont listen to us" or "The ice sheets act as giant mirrors to reflect heat back from the sun and when they are gone the earth would heat even faster" or "evolution is true" or "gravity works" or "This write up is sarcastic". Oh yeah, that old joke we used to crack about Greenland and how its all White, will no longer be there for our kids to gag about as they swim to their underwater school with the great whites and jelly fishes, may be some squids too, if they are lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One might question why haven't i talked about our shipping fleet and cruise liners where we can base our life on in the future? Well, we could have except our ocean currents would change directions so we would perhaps need more of that magical force which would require some kind of fuel, and cheap fuel that is the party that we have been living on, will be totally all out by 2035 or 2040, and all the natural methane gas that human's produce wont be enough for them to sustain on. Just in case you didn't realise, nuclear fuel too has to be grown on paddy fields, which requires arable land or atleast land and apart from that there is always the merry worthy fact that when there is no wheat available in the market everyone will crib but still manage with rice and hence rice production will have to grow and therefore someday come to a relative peak. Since we know both rice and nuclear fusion-fission material grow on farms so we don't have to think too much about it or for our uranium farmers. As for solar energy, wind energy and different forms of hydel energy they will be developed by our little green men from mars(rememebr them?). They will do it for us as we will still be too busy swimming for oil and fishing for coal. Up until its profitable (as in 40 billion US$ profitable) let mankind along with animal kind and even the tree kind go for a hike to the kuiper belt and feel like home. Nonetheless, it would never happen since we don't have enough wizardly vitality to produce enough wizardly vitality that can sustain us anyway, but we can enjoy till it lasts and rejoice the fact that all those people who loved stormy weather and found it as a turn on will be spanking each other's butts more often now, as there is good news for you people too folks. The number of storms are both increasing in number and strength, setting all time records across the world [(tropical storms=lost count but yeah super cylone anyone?, hurricanes=biggest in modern history in "THE USA-hell yeah" in 2004/05, tornadoes=1717 (2004) highest ever (USA), typhoons=10 (also 2004) also highest ever (japan/china)]. All this harmoniously coupled with 10 hottest years in the history of known human existence being in the last 12 years with catastrophies like the heat wave of 2003 in Europe which killed 35000, the same year when in india had record high temperature in most place should be reason enough to party, but we avid little people need ever more. All of this, if you can see, evidently has no relation at all, if it were so it would mean that rise in temperature of the atmosphere would mean rise in temperature of land and of sea and the entire world, which would vaporize more water and so bring in more rain at places which are already receiving enough rain and drying up soil which is already dried up, also creating more stormy weather and stronger winds, in the process when winds feed off high temperatures of the oceans and ground to bring home more voilent weather due to the higher moisture content, which will obviously not rise because of evaporation which can't be increasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Species which we would like to cherish are perishing a thousand times higher than the natural rate of decline but we aren't worrying because new species of viruses, bacteria and pests are coming up to take their rightful place, which will someday help us to rise up from our reeking graves, i.e. for those of us who dont sprout wings or contact the species of the third kind from andromeda to take us with them and become immortal. But to be honest even they wouldn't last too long as all through the planet's history the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere has always been below 300 ppm but now it has suddenly grown to 385 ppm in a matter of 30 years and by less than 50 years the figure will be more 700/800 ppm which means they wont get to breathe and die. Thank Bush atleast we dont have to worry about breathing anymore or even if we do we will have our air conditioners which will by then work under water and be electriproofed. weirdly enough, it also shows us how the air we clean for ourselves is actually making it worse for us to breathe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With this bright future in my sight for all of us, i welcome thee aliens with open arms to take me abode because my hands write but don't germinate wings and my legs have no flapping fins. Truth shall make you free, but first it shall make you angry. Here's one - There is nothing that's absolutely free and here's another - Not all debts are paid with money.&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/2050095026145439414-8246719944304120433?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8246719944304120433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=8246719944304120433&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8246719944304120433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8246719944304120433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-august-142003-most-of-north-america_7511.html' title='Humans to flap Wings and flutter Fins within Three decades.'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SO2H_o3sCiI/AAAAAAAAACY/c04GUT7PikA/s72-c/2262935457_81b6e252c3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-758135001426872846</id><published>2008-05-03T22:13:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:55:21.358+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDS'/><title type='text'>Transient Satiation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SByclJtAMYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7Z_jSsPwhOY/s1600-h/91399628_e99233c333_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196200232152478082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/SByclJtAMYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7Z_jSsPwhOY/s400/91399628_e99233c333_o.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love what we can't have because of the same.&lt;br /&gt;We also love something more when someone else has that something and we don't, but the same particular thing becomes mundane when we have it in our grasp.&lt;br /&gt;As amazing as it sounds, one could only know the fact's true value when a person realises this astonishing concept and its far reaching consequences on his/her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it for a moment, don't we always keep wanting and longing for the things we never had? Mostly because we never had them. The same phenomenon can explain so many things like why someone reads a borrowed book, magazine, or even a newspaper with much more vigour than when the same thing belongs to him/her, like why we love the things we steal (when and if we steal) more than the thing we have bought, like why the ice-cream or chocolate or pizza tastes even better when you are eating it from someone else, why people on television look way more desirable than when and if contacted in veridical life, why yearning for someone perfect to fall in love with is more exciting than falling in love with a real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only logical explanation for this would be that since we anticipate a lot from something, we take to be perfect and thus languish for it but and when the realisation that nothing is perfect strikes us and when we actually come in terms with the reality, it becomes very hard for our ego to own upto the fact, thereby adding to the list of complaints and woes. Anticipation, perfection and reality therefore are the unholy trinity in the whole scenario and sometimes when the trinity twines or rather crashes into eachother, the love for the particular thing might take a beating for the worst, breaking the brittle rose tinted glass of expectations involved with it. The same idea can explain why we tend be in love forever with something we have never had or someone we have never known in real life. So the very act of not knowing someone for real and not having the thing you yearn for is the reason behind love for the particular object of desire therefore, to be in love forever, love something you can never have, since anything which you can't have can't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is love of yearning more powerful than the yearning of love? Yes, when things are materialistic and thence temporary. Subsequently as most human wants are temporary, the approximation can again very well explain the reason behind a lot of human wants and desires which can inturn explain human miseries and cause for pining like people without money, want money and when they get it, they then lose peace over it and search for peace all over again, sometimes even in lieu of money. May be the whole process of wanting, striving, getting, suffering and losing, in that finical order is the ultimate lesson for all humanity. It may be so that once we truly understand the process, we understand that wanting anything we don't have is the reason behind human excruciation.We as humans live mere human lives because most of us continue to want our insatiable wishes even while on the death bed, all the while remembering to forget that we arrive on planet earth without anything and we leave it the same way, so why should we at all want anything that can't be with us eternally, since we ourselves aren't forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-758135001426872846?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/758135001426872846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=758135001426872846&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/758135001426872846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/758135001426872846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2008/05/transient-satiation.html' title='Transient Satiation'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;India has been the cradle of human civilisation long before humans even understood the meaning of the word.The cradle spawned n sprawled and couple of millennias later 20th century happened to the world, which some how didn't touch India.With it came industrial revolution, electricity, cars, stock markets, telephone, radio, television, quantum physics, space flight, satellites and computers.  then 21st century dawned and the world got economically flattened which was true for India as well.India which remained largely untouched by the changing world of 20th century due to reasons best known to our socialist leaders, was wide open to the changes of 21st century due its robust economy and rapid globalisation, which leapfrogged India from 19th to 21st century in a matter of 15 years.internet, ipods, social networking, information exchange, online marriages, outsourcing of wives n insourcing of husbands, BPOs, tata nanoS, DJs, FDIs, 20000 high stock market index, 9 pointer gdp growth, rising buying power and most importantly the free will to spend money that came along with it completely changed India that we had known of.midtown madness of multiplexes and malls and mega malls and giga malls and hyper malls and theme malls and lifestyle malls and food malls and accessory malls and ...... malls took over and gave an outlet to splurge money on anything and everything.from designed kitchen sinks to modelled lavatory covers with a mini phone to brag about all of it to the next door neighbour whom we prefer to talk over social networking sites and webcams rather than tete-a-tete.everyone we look at is supposedly happy and in a 24X7 happy-go-lucky mood and money seems to be the answer to all of people's troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all one needs to do is dig a little deeper into proverbial "RAM sharma" and his even more proverbial live-in girlfriend "SITA kapoor" who have an unproverbial child named "DASRATH" whose last name is yet to be decided upon.in this situational cast of characters we have the father of the child "RAM" who works in a bank as an investment banker, whose office starts at morning 9 and ends at evening 6 but actually has to start out from home at morning 7 in order to reach his office an hour late due to traffic congestion and who ideally reaches home at 10 in the night.on the other hand we have our very own "SITA" a throbbing BPO worker whose work time is from evening 9 to morning 7.needless to say they don't get to see much of each other and hence they communicate via sticker notes, online web messengers, office phones.sundays, which is a holiday, goes unnoticed since both the guy and the girl need to catch up with their sleep only to be losing it over a fight on the same evening. this time they are fighting over RAM's alleged romance with his young secretary "URMILA" and SITA's office spouse "LAXMAN" who is SITA's boss and himself has a broken marriage with URMILA. amidst all this elegant 21st century Indian happy family melodrama the little baby boy "DASRATH" hollers, who seems to have lost his sleep over screechy squealing of his unmarried parents.the mother who is unable to lull down the harmless little boy losses her cool and calls up the nanny who acts as the acting paid guardian of the child in absence of DASRATH's incessantly non-existent parents.the monthly price that the nanny charges is very exuberant but the parents can afford to do so but can the child afford to lose out on his parents? they also have two cars, two two-wheelers, carry two cell phones each, have two maids for cooking and cleaning, have membership in two exclusive clubs, two circle of friends, and now that its evident, two separate lives too. having all of it and more is chic, vogue, fashionable and "IN" and of course is the modern definition of a high life and of having seen it all and done it all. our perception of modern India at least from a rookie's point of view is the point of view of millions of wannabe youth who want to be happy and redefine it too, wanting to live the truly sophisticated,  new age modern life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern rat race of life is almost like quicksand, which for reasons best known to fools like you and me, looks very tempting.why else would all of us plunge neck deep into it, only to figure out that the more we fight it, the deeper we are drawn towards the bottom of the quagmire.our dreams of happiness are as ephemeral as our definition of modern modernity and of fashion so hideous that it has to change its intolerable elan every week. genius are people who started all of it and more so who even after witnessing the demise of such people, fail to learn from them, only to finish with another billion people at the end of their lives.in the rush of plastic money and plastic happiness, we are fast forgetting that socio-economic hike comes with its own share of socio-economic problems, which if not tackled well, will be followed by retribution of the worst kind.welcome to an india where where cultural programs means fashion shows and where growth means every 1 in 3 Indians still earns less than a dollar a day.all of it is taking its toll on you and me and hence on India that we live in today and the one we are building for tomorrow, unless you (read I)  make a difference...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-2138287429088026441?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2138287429088026441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=2138287429088026441&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2138287429088026441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2138287429088026441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2008/01/desi-equation-of-cosmetic-modernity.html' title='Desi Equation of Cosmetic Modernity.'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/R5n6KHc07zI/AAAAAAAAABw/QusGunXCTX0/s72-c/RICH+POOR+DIVIDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-873396186321317994</id><published>2007-12-18T04:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:58:55.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDSHIP'/><title type='text'>an ODE to LOVE. . . from FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/R2fAgEJv8GI/AAAAAAAAABk/Awl_72kg-DE/s1600-h/1187245765_c6212ab5b8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/R2fAgEJv8GI/AAAAAAAAABk/Awl_72kg-DE/s400/1187245765_c6212ab5b8_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145292756397060194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; waited and waited and waited again&lt;br /&gt;waited patiently for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; dear friend&lt;br /&gt;hoping to fall into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; someday soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; waited and waited and waited again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked up all night for the falling stars&lt;br /&gt;awaited life long for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; place in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; heart&lt;br /&gt;but then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;agnise that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; belong to a chosen few&lt;br /&gt;whereas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; belong to everyone, including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nirvana came to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; of late&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; awoke to evaluate&lt;br /&gt;perplexed by the nightmare true&lt;br /&gt;the only thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; still did was wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they warned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; about the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;never paid heed or even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;may be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was a fool to believe in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; never thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; would hurt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; do what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; did?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it matter how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; friend through and through&lt;br /&gt;but then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; realise &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are friends with only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; knew life's full of the mysteries &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; knew life itself is in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; stronghold&lt;br /&gt;but when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; mused over life's discomforting fling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; realised life moves only when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; pull its string&lt;br /&gt;the strings &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; pull makes enchanting euphony most of the time&lt;br /&gt;but the wrong chords &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; strike are never sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some take my route to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some take yours to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost all quander at the crossway&lt;br /&gt;few learn from the journey and most get dismayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paths may differ, run parallel or twine&lt;br /&gt;but everyone takes a path, no matter whether its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE &lt;/span&gt;stand&lt;br /&gt;almost alike, withal so fanned&lt;br /&gt;may be someday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; would see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt; as strands&lt;br /&gt;parts of the ultimate puzzle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are yet to understand&lt;br /&gt;after all its not any puzzle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; indite about&lt;br /&gt;its the puzzle of puzzles which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; both can't do without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peradventure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; were never destined to enlace&lt;br /&gt;may be serving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; travellers is the only means to embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; might fear that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; to efface&lt;br /&gt;but effacing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; is the only thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can never ideate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;waited and waited and waited again&lt;br /&gt;waited patiently for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; dear friend&lt;br /&gt;hoping to fall into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; someday soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; waited and waited and waited again&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 From FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps:impersonal post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-873396186321317994?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/873396186321317994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=873396186321317994&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/873396186321317994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/873396186321317994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/12/ode-to-love-from-friendship.html' title='an ODE to LOVE. . . from FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/R2fAgEJv8GI/AAAAAAAAABk/Awl_72kg-DE/s72-c/1187245765_c6212ab5b8_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-8141649756287663398</id><published>2007-08-31T05:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:00:22.803+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDS'/><title type='text'>FOREVER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rtdg4VhUa9I/AAAAAAAAABM/xzYfqknjx-c/s1600-h/385105408_17a51421ed_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104655223613582290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rtdg4VhUa9I/AAAAAAAAABM/xzYfqknjx-c/s400/385105408_17a51421ed_b.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"FOREVER"...a word so beautiful that it leaves most of us speechless and spellbound."FOREVER" is just like any other word in English language but has been exalted to a greater status and for some reason we humans have valued it a lot more maybe because it sends out a subtle signal of timelessness, a word which makes you feel that it can transcend time but it cant, much like all other words. After all words are mere words and nothing more or nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FOREVER"has synonyms like always, constantly, eternally, everlasting, evermore, incessantly, perpetually, unremittingly and many more and sounds great adjacent to love, like, affection, rainbow, moon, stars, you, me, us, we  and all those other elegant words just like "FOREVER" itself, are but mere servants of time and fortune, just like life itself is. Yeah its unfair to all of us that all those beautiful words may sound highly hypocritic all of a sudden but life is a hypocrisy in itself after all it gives away to death too. Life is funny and lamentable all in the same breath.The same breath which can be taken away without a moment's notice and hence "FOREVER"is nothing but a word beautiful enough to fool us with its meaning. Forever is a word whose price we pay for not knowing its value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its hard knowing someone you admire, someone you look up to, someone you believe in, someone you trust, someone you like, someone you love, someone you call a friend, someone you want to be there with you all your life won't be there because nothing and nothing at all is "FOREVER" not even the word itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things and people and emotions and tears of joy and smiles of sadness and many other wonders of humane world may not be with you all your life and can desert you in the middle of nowhere but as long as they are there, be sure to enjoy them because the truth remains "FOREVER is never literally "FOREVER". "FOREVER" lives in that very moment which we think would last FOREVER. That's the best way one can put it."FOREVER" dwells in our happy mind and sips from our beautiful thoughts."FOREVER" eats us hollow and leaves us dry and enchanted from within without letting us know what pleasing impairment it has induced in us,  our heart, our mind and our soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and i both have to face it why not just realise it and not get hurt. Yeah its easier said than done alright but trust me we all have to face it every once in a while may be in a small or a big way, may be today or tomorrow, may be because we want it to or may be because someone else does, but eventually "FOREVER" will give away to just memories-sweet,sad n sugary memories which will cause nothing but pain and tears and the occasional smile too. When we utter or when we hear the beautiful word "FOREVER" we immediately tend to look at the world through a rose tinted glass and it looks oh so be beautiful :) doesn't it..? May be that's what makes us forget that the tinge of rose can very easily turn blood red in a moment, but guess what ? reality strikes back soon enough to laugh on your face to say "wake up,life is here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FOREVER" is just a dream that never meets reality."FOREVER" is just a word which invites hope, which invites passion, which invites desire, which invites love and which of course invites a unsaid unspoken promise, invoking all in a moment and getting lost in the same."FOREVER" is at best a mere lip service wrapped up in a word which is beautiful enough to be believed in but ugly enough to leave you entirely alone and as soon as you go out and reach for it, it may soon vanish right into the thin air in front of your very own eyes just like a mirage and you can do absolutely nothing about it, not even cry because you chose it for yourself. In fact we all choose "FOREVER" at some point of our life and we get let down by it and it forces us to believe that the tunnel has an end which ends in glorification of our beliefs but as soon as we fathom that the tunnel has no end we come to agnise that we are all but alone in this lost and lonely world with no one absolutely no one but ourselves to guide us through the maze called life. Why do we let it happen? Even if we know deep down its not going to be there "FOREVER". May be because we are all programmed to see the world through the proverbial rosy glasses, but there is a painful thing we forget which is that only a rose tinged glass doesn't let you see the colour of blood when it pours out until its too late to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all i can say is just get out there and eat your favourite chocolate, lick your favourite ice cream, sip your favourite drink, play in the mud,admire the sunset,swim in the water, gaze at the stars, feel the grass beneath your naked feet, dance to your favourite tune, sing your favourite song, lie in the hammock, smile for no reason at all,look at the moon, let your hair down, take a stride on the wet sand, catch someone looking into you, listen to the heartbeats of that certain someone and grab the one you love or even just read my blog all over again ;) what ever it is that you want "FOREVER" and you think you love, enjoy it, relish it, savour it then and there because that may be that very moment is all that you have in life and may be then whisper the word "FOREVER" for one last beautiful immortal moment, only this time being fully aware of what that word actually means to you and to the person you are expressing it to..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-8141649756287663398?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8141649756287663398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=8141649756287663398&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8141649756287663398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8141649756287663398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/08/forever.html' title='FOREVER...'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rtdg4VhUa9I/AAAAAAAAABM/xzYfqknjx-c/s72-c/385105408_17a51421ed_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-5489390095757210133</id><published>2007-07-21T05:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:07:34.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NATURE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>SHE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RqFN8aKOVtI/AAAAAAAAABE/GbTLJvM6iTY/s1600-h/707093802_5ca218f308_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089434754115065554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RqFN8aKOVtI/AAAAAAAAABE/GbTLJvM6iTY/s400/707093802_5ca218f308_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSE&lt;/span&gt; when wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOTHING&lt;/span&gt; when needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMOROUS&lt;/span&gt; when required&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COIFFURING&lt;/span&gt; on a distant fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt; whole night&lt;br /&gt;watching her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPARTED&lt;/span&gt; go by her side&lt;br /&gt;shining on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORROWED&lt;/span&gt; light&lt;br /&gt;getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATTERED&lt;/span&gt; to save her pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARS&lt;/span&gt; stay with her&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOUDS&lt;/span&gt; always drift by&lt;br /&gt;but she is still a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONELY&lt;/span&gt; soul&lt;br /&gt;always out there fighting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARKNESS&lt;/span&gt; alone everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreading smiles with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RADIANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; with the night&lt;br /&gt;still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEEPING&lt;/span&gt; alone all the while&lt;br /&gt;as if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURSED&lt;/span&gt; all her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt; for a zillion romances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITNESS &lt;/span&gt;to a zillion kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUSE&lt;/span&gt; for a zillion pairs&lt;br /&gt;ironically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONESOME&lt;/span&gt;  all through her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason behind the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RHYTHMIC&lt;/span&gt; tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERSHADOWING&lt;/span&gt; darkness with its light&lt;br /&gt;lifting the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VEIL&lt;/span&gt; of the night&lt;br /&gt;distanced from her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATE&lt;/span&gt; for the eternity that is her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAITING&lt;/span&gt; for the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLDING&lt;/span&gt; back for the fire to set inside&lt;br /&gt;sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPLIMENTING&lt;/span&gt; him with her glorious sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FADING&lt;/span&gt; out into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never complaining about her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never asking for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither begging for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTEMPLATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world's most beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REFLECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELFLESS&lt;/span&gt;,virgin,lustrous and bright&lt;br /&gt;shining brilliantly throughout &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSPIRATION&lt;/span&gt; for myriad lives&lt;br /&gt;she is my only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIEND &lt;/span&gt;tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-5489390095757210133?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5489390095757210133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=5489390095757210133&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/5489390095757210133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/5489390095757210133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/07/she.html' title='SHE...'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RqFN8aKOVtI/AAAAAAAAABE/GbTLJvM6iTY/s72-c/707093802_5ca218f308_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-1064816357616483209</id><published>2007-06-30T04:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:00:31.142+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>LIFE and its LEDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RoWTi7F5KUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oUgIvv87hOg/s1600-h/102814687_0f6e2a0fac_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081629982744717634" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RoWTi7F5KUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oUgIvv87hOg/s400/102814687_0f6e2a0fac_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PISMIRE&lt;/span&gt; of humans&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUAGMIRE&lt;/span&gt; of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRIER &lt;/span&gt;of faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LED&lt;/span&gt; me to a slope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the slope made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what led me here to this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answers seem to come from beyond and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITHIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am to blame for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURSE&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guided myself to this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JINX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am the one to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHATTER&lt;/span&gt; its realms&lt;br /&gt;demolishing the spell was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; the problem&lt;br /&gt;but the fear of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTERMATH&lt;/span&gt; was too difficult to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALKING BACK&lt;/span&gt; from life was never too hard&lt;br /&gt;but the LEDGE asked me questions life never asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these questions are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REASONS&lt;/span&gt; for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROOD&lt;/span&gt; over issues like why am i here today&lt;br /&gt;i wont &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; until i find my answers&lt;br /&gt;answers which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUENCH&lt;/span&gt; my thirst in every which way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACKING OUT&lt;/span&gt; of life was never too tough&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUGH&lt;/span&gt; were the questions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASKED&lt;/span&gt; by the ledge&lt;br /&gt;since i just had a new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEASH&lt;/span&gt; of life&lt;br /&gt;i set out to question back at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ledge made me question life in a whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PONDER&lt;/span&gt; about the way we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions it asked had its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OWN&lt;/span&gt; answers&lt;br /&gt;answers so CONVOLUTED which desired to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISARRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFUSION&lt;/span&gt; was its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEDIUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that life is here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt; to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTEMPLATE&lt;/span&gt; about life and its ways&lt;br /&gt;i never fail to see how it&lt;br /&gt;plays with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plays with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even plays with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to glare its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i wonder about life and its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMBUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always amazingly end up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVING LIFE IN TRUCE . . .&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/2050095026145439414-1064816357616483209?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1064816357616483209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=1064816357616483209&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/1064816357616483209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/1064816357616483209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/06/ledge-and-its-questions.html' title='LIFE and its LEDGE'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RoWTi7F5KUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oUgIvv87hOg/s72-c/102814687_0f6e2a0fac_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-6500303365292968957</id><published>2007-06-11T13:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:08:04.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>HIDDEN and LOST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rm0J2Unkg7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1h1W8sDza5c/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rm0J2Unkg7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1h1W8sDza5c/s400/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074723183968682930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this storm raging up above&lt;br /&gt;standing here all alone&lt;br /&gt;wishing an ocean of down pour&lt;br /&gt;dreaming to get LOST in the abyss unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unknown mystifies me tonight&lt;br /&gt;coz its the only place where i can HIDE&lt;br /&gt;don't know from what&lt;br /&gt;don't even know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDE to get LOST&lt;br /&gt;LOST just to HIDE&lt;br /&gt;LOST in darkness&lt;br /&gt;HIDDEN in light&lt;br /&gt;where light and darkness cease to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDE from myself and from thee&lt;br /&gt;HIDE from the people and the things we see&lt;br /&gt;HIDE from the usual and the decree&lt;br /&gt;HIDE from the hatred in the love&lt;br /&gt;HIDE from the darkness in the light&lt;br /&gt;HIDE from the lies in the truth&lt;br /&gt;HIDE where winners win and losers lose&lt;br /&gt;HIDE where the one who strives gets the fruit&lt;br /&gt;HIDE in a place where i can get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish getting LOST was so easy&lt;br /&gt;as easy as feeling sad may be&lt;br /&gt;but how the hell do i get LOST ?&lt;br /&gt;in a place where i know all the directions already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again getting LOST is so easy&lt;br /&gt;as easy as losing yourself in the crowd may be&lt;br /&gt;but how the hell do i get LOST ?&lt;br /&gt;around people who are LOST already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST in darkness and in grief&lt;br /&gt;LOST in despair and in disease&lt;br /&gt;LOST in lust and in creed&lt;br /&gt;LOST in winning and in greed&lt;br /&gt;LOST in freedom and in speed&lt;br /&gt;LOST in restriction and in weed&lt;br /&gt;LOST in strife and even in peace&lt;br /&gt;LOST in life without any heed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-6500303365292968957?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6500303365292968957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=6500303365292968957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6500303365292968957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/6500303365292968957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/06/hidden-and-lost.html' title='HIDDEN and LOST.'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rm0J2Unkg7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1h1W8sDza5c/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-2774403447115571807</id><published>2007-05-13T03:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:24:34.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>the ONLY SORRY i'vl EVER be . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RkZBXoHnZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yXuJaGpmTWQ/s1600-h/480063890_601c0ba427_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RkZBXoHnZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yXuJaGpmTWQ/s400/480063890_601c0ba427_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063806705186858898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i STAND today&lt;br /&gt;FACING you upfront&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING i had to do&lt;br /&gt;for something i had DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i KNOW&lt;br /&gt;CRYING is not the way&lt;br /&gt;and i realise this is not FUN&lt;br /&gt;but WHAT can i do&lt;br /&gt;life's been so UNDONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i knew you were RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;yes i knew i was WRONG&lt;br /&gt;up all the WAY through&lt;br /&gt;from the place where WE begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;so DAMN what ?&lt;br /&gt;why should i ALWAYS be right ?&lt;br /&gt;in this damn f#$&amp;amp;ed up WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah YEAH yeah&lt;br /&gt;i know what THEY say&lt;br /&gt;they say am CROOKED&lt;br /&gt;but NONETHELESS are they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah TRUE&lt;br /&gt;thats not WHO i am&lt;br /&gt;and you know this COZ&lt;br /&gt;you ACTUALLY know who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know am not PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;you know neither is GOD&lt;br /&gt;may be thats what the PROBLEM is&lt;br /&gt;may be thats where we LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i was my WORST enemy&lt;br /&gt;may be i was just SCARED&lt;br /&gt;scared of RESENTMENT&lt;br /&gt;becoming my own DESPAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know we didnt PLAN this&lt;br /&gt;then again who can plan LIFE ?&lt;br /&gt;life is always a STRUGGLE&lt;br /&gt;and thats why we call it a FIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belief trust and LOVE&lt;br /&gt;was all you ever SHOWERED&lt;br /&gt;and LOOK what i gave you&lt;br /&gt;being such a COWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i was STRONGER&lt;br /&gt;when i TRULY needed to be&lt;br /&gt;now that the TIME has past&lt;br /&gt;i have finally become a MAN that is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what i MEANT to you&lt;br /&gt;DONT even know what i meant to me&lt;br /&gt;all i know is you meant a LOT&lt;br /&gt;although that i FAILED to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i was BLIND&lt;br /&gt;from the beginning till the END&lt;br /&gt;coz what i was truly DOING&lt;br /&gt;was just following a fake TREND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this false PRETENSE i walked with&lt;br /&gt;was what had DRIVEN me blind&lt;br /&gt;NOW that i can see&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to REALIGN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i dont care if the WORLD's reading&lt;br /&gt;read ALL that i have wrote&lt;br /&gt;just be sure to READ the sorry&lt;br /&gt;that is all what i HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never would have been GLOOMY&lt;br /&gt;never would have even TRIED&lt;br /&gt;but what could i DO&lt;br /&gt;you never CAESE to FLOURISH from my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i know FORGIVENESS is difficult&lt;br /&gt;yea i know its so HARD&lt;br /&gt;but if there is ANYONE in the world&lt;br /&gt;you are the ONLY one who can try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say EVERYTHING HAPPENS for a reason&lt;br /&gt;and they say the ultimate REASON is FATE&lt;br /&gt;but fate is an EXCUSE,just to VINDICATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thay say time is the greatest HEALER&lt;br /&gt;they say TIME forgives all&lt;br /&gt;may be thats why you should FORGIVE me&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of the time when we ENTHRALLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing WHO you really are&lt;br /&gt;you really wouldn't CARE&lt;br /&gt;but may be you KNOWING who i really am&lt;br /&gt;might help you forgive my ERR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah those were LOUSY excuses&lt;br /&gt;which shouldn't make SENSE at all&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't find better ALIBIS&lt;br /&gt;to make you COMMEND MY FAULT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-2774403447115571807?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2774403447115571807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=2774403447115571807&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2774403447115571807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/2774403447115571807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-sorry-ivl-ever-be.html' title='the ONLY SORRY i&apos;vl EVER be . . .'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/RkZBXoHnZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yXuJaGpmTWQ/s72-c/480063890_601c0ba427_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-400183165667934039</id><published>2007-05-06T02:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:07:07.315+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NATURE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>YOU n ME n The STARRY SEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rjz58YHnZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GHnFDkjnDNA/s1600-h/342567530_fdeb58de06_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rjz58YHnZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GHnFDkjnDNA/s400/342567530_fdeb58de06_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061194896919455570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;when you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the stars in the open skies&lt;br /&gt;I see everywhere,in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;there are lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel me here in your heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;I feel me&lt;br /&gt;I feel us beneath the starlit sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't you sense like an angel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see,as we lie beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;I realize how small we are&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I see the lights of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Behind the back of fireflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the moon has eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the moon and I see the stars&lt;br /&gt;I see us among the sparks&lt;br /&gt;The stars tell a story of everything and time&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;They tell me that you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many sights unseen&lt;br /&gt;I feel so many feelings unfelt&lt;br /&gt;Is it you or is it me ?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just us beneath the starry sea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-400183165667934039?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rjz58YHnZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GHnFDkjnDNA/s72-c/342567530_fdeb58de06_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-7426597640544262983</id><published>2007-04-10T04:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:25:28.048+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NATURE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><title type='text'>THERE  SHE COMES AGAIN . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rjz-BoHnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hgtHxgiQU4c/s1600-h/248784085_4ed10b0cdb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061199385160279906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rjz-BoHnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hgtHxgiQU4c/s400/248784085_4ed10b0cdb_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to canoodle me&lt;br /&gt;fondling me all over&lt;br /&gt;judging me hazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my mind&lt;br /&gt;unfurling her wings&lt;br /&gt;driving me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my soul&lt;br /&gt;inflicting pain and pleasure&lt;br /&gt;wheedling me to cajole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my spirit&lt;br /&gt;dispelling my life&lt;br /&gt;trancing me to forfeit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my heart&lt;br /&gt;hurting like a splinter&lt;br /&gt;tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my arms&lt;br /&gt;snuggling me around&lt;br /&gt;wooing me to disarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my skin&lt;br /&gt;yearning my vice&lt;br /&gt;seducing me to spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my ear&lt;br /&gt;twisting and swirling around&lt;br /&gt;inducing me to endear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into the smell&lt;br /&gt;aromating her scent&lt;br /&gt;impelling me like a spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my lips&lt;br /&gt;redeeming my temptation&lt;br /&gt;sensing my eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into my eye&lt;br /&gt;flourishing and fading&lt;br /&gt;without bidding me goodbye . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-7426597640544262983?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7426597640544262983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=7426597640544262983&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/7426597640544262983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/7426597640544262983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-she-comes-again.html' title='THERE  SHE COMES AGAIN . . .'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rjz-BoHnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hgtHxgiQU4c/s72-c/248784085_4ed10b0cdb_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-4216614125000723701</id><published>2007-04-08T04:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:08:41.783+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>CONVICTED to CONVICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rj0FFoHnZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/3pFBKfQzcDc/s1600-h/485482148_29dfb07cba_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rj0FFoHnZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/3pFBKfQzcDc/s400/485482148_29dfb07cba_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061207150461151090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how will this WILL ever SUBDUE&lt;br /&gt;how will this DESIRE ever DIE&lt;br /&gt;how will this TRUTH ever LIE&lt;br /&gt;how will my SPIRIT ever COMPLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if the DESTINATION is afar&lt;br /&gt;what if the JOURNEY is tough&lt;br /&gt;what if the ROUTE's full of thorns&lt;br /&gt;what if the HORIZON is hazy&lt;br /&gt;what if the NIGHT overshadows the sun&lt;br /&gt;what if my HEART wants to reckon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...coz' every destination has ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;coz' every journey has LESSONS&lt;br /&gt;coz' every route has BARRIERS&lt;br /&gt;coz' every horizon is a BEGINNING&lt;br /&gt;coz' every star BURNS&lt;br /&gt;coz' every night GIVES AWAY&lt;br /&gt;coz' every heart can FRAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus&lt;br /&gt;never let your belief ASTRAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-4216614125000723701?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4216614125000723701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=4216614125000723701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/4216614125000723701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/4216614125000723701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/04/convicted-to-conviction.html' title='CONVICTED to CONVICTION'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcnaCtaw0Tc/Rj0FFoHnZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/3pFBKfQzcDc/s72-c/485482148_29dfb07cba_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-404457150415027265</id><published>2007-03-29T03:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:09:36.785+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><title type='text'>"WOEmen" of devELOPING iNDIA</title><content type='html'>THE FACTS and FIGURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A widow should be long suffering until death,self-restarined and chaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a virtuous wife who remains chaste when her husband has died goes to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a woman who is unfaithful to her (DEAD)husband is reborn in the womb of a jackal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Laws of Manu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 5 Verse 156-161&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dharamshastras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;("SACRED" Hindu Texts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;According to dharamshastras there are three ways for a widow either sati,life of penance or remarriage with the younger brother of her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are over 34 million widows in India according to the 2001 cencus.many continue to live in the conditions of social,economic and cultural deprivation as prescribed 2000 years ago by the sacred texts of manu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STORY and THE CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;Film:Water(oscar nominated for best foreign film 2007)&lt;br /&gt;Director:Deepa Mehta&lt;br /&gt;Country:Canada(filmed in Sri Lanka)based in India on the banks of river Ganges.&lt;br /&gt;Words defining the movie:Haunting Truth&lt;br /&gt;Scandals involved:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoot in Varanasi was stopped due to threats and demonstrations orchestrated by Hindu fundamentalist groups supported by the leadership of the state government in Uttar Pradesh due to which it had to shift location to Sri Lanka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Chuhiya:a 7-8 yr old lil girl who is a widow.&lt;br /&gt;Kalyani:a 19-20 yr old graceful girl who falls in love with narayana.&lt;br /&gt;Narayana:a follower of Gandhi who is 30 yrs old or so and is in favour of widow reforms.&lt;br /&gt;Madhumati:a lady who lives in the widow house and is in two minds whether to follow the so called sacred texts or to follow her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STARK COMMENTS and HAUNTING QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Chuhiya's Father: [to young Chuhiya] Child. Do you remember getting married? Your husband is dead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a widow now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuhiya:up until when baba ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuhiya:(after visiting the widow house where she is left by her parents)baba where is maa ? I wont stay here baba i wont i wont i wont *cries out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another widow while taking water from a river) a priest says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"stay clear of me...let not your wicked shadow fall on me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(In a temple where all widows hav to beg for money as they are not allowed to earn their own money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuhiya:why all this ? go drown yourself! (btw all the money was deposited in ashram's account)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A procurer comes along in the night and takes a young beautiful widow to a rich merchant where she serves as a cyprian(read whore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a particular event A very old aged widow dies after which the other widows have to look after her dead body for her last rites but they have no money to do that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(coz they arent allowed to work they can only amass money by begging which by the way moves to temple fund...so what was the way out one might ask...i too am left asking the same)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narayana:kalyani devi,when did you become a widow ?&lt;br /&gt;Kalyani:I dont remember may be 9 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narayana:how was he ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalyani:I dont know,I never met him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madhumati:even thinking about reamarriage is a crime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuhiya:why ?&lt;br /&gt;Madhumati:Ask God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Chuhiya:where is he ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madhumati:how do I know ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuhiya:then who does ?&lt;br /&gt;Madhumati:God knows everything&lt;br /&gt;Chuhiya:how and again where is he ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narayan's dad:narayan listen a brahmin can sleep with any woman because the woman is always benificiary irrespective of who she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narayan:lord Ram once said to Bharat said never respect any brahmin who use vedas for their profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhumati:there must be a reason behind us coming here (widow house)&lt;br /&gt;Narayan:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mouth less to feed,4 sarees,a bed,a corner of your house is free, no other reason,this too is a business in the shadow of religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuhiya a small girl of age 8 now is sent to a rich merchant who uses her as a tart.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(just a fancy word for whore coz I as a human being feel deeply ashamed and immoral to use the word in context to a 8 yr old girl (for that matter any girl of any age) with all due respect to all the hindu shastras and the sacred brahmins and thier laws the sacred thread which gives them the right to... and everyother person who is supposedly sacred by birth and not by DEEDS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE  CONTEMPLATION and RUMINATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few days ago I was asked to speak about a topic in a sort of elocution competition the topic was "SHOULD WOMEN WORK IN NIGHT ?"I as a part of young DEVELOPING INDIA with a GDP of 9.3 and growing said "if today we ask ourselves that whether women should work in night then I guess we have no rights to dream of a developed India...what purpose does it serve anyway ? isnt it a shame that we are even asking these kind of questions when we CRY OUT LOUD about WOMEN EMPOWERMENT WOMEN RIGHTS WOMEN BILL WOMEN RESERVATION ? the question arises that why arent more women working in night shifts ? because the law and order situation in India needs improvement"and I said a lot more about SO CALLED women empowerment but what followed this was actually very saddening,then I thought why not ask the girls what do they think.I thought most of them thought the same way I did but then what I didnt realise was how deeply rooted this evil and profoundness of shadow of self doubt was.most of the girls who are currently pursuing bachelor's degree answered me negatively and said may be women should not work at night because of several reasons.after which i asked them would you consider your educated decision provided the law and order situation in the cities and towns of India becomes better ? there was a silence which made me substantiate the fact that women empowerment should start with women themselves and empowerment begins in the mind and soul until the minds are ignited with flame of knowledge andwisdom with urge to fly high no change will ever occur in India or the women brooding in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BELIEF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I with all my heart and mind and body and soul want this India to change.hope some if not all of you girls will someday rise form the ashes of so called pseudo culture and customs and  realise your potential  and set yourself free and fly.......Best of Luck...and yeah kick some fundaMENTALists of which ever religion you want,afterall all of them have prejudices against womenhood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live for CHANGE so should YOU.........be THE CHANGE for a CHANGE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-404457150415027265?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/404457150415027265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=404457150415027265&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/404457150415027265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/404457150415027265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/03/woemen-of-india.html' title='&quot;WOEmen&quot; of devELOPING iNDIA'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-8731348119423008717</id><published>2007-03-23T03:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:10:56.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><title type='text'>yeh PYAR kya hota hai ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;jahaan haar mein jeet hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aur jeet mein haar hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yehi toh pyar hai ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bas yehi toh pyar hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pyar mein acha aur bura nahi hota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pyar mein saahey aur galat nahi hota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;joo hota hai bas pyar hota hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aur pyar ke siwaai kuch nahi hota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;adhurey rishton sey kissi ko kabhi pyar nahi milta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;jhooth keyy sahare mein pyar kabhi kisiko nahi milta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;jo miltey adhurey rishton mein pyar ke mithass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;toh duniya mein pyar ke siwaai aur kuch nahi milta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;jab dard mein khushi hoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aur khushi mein aasooon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;inn  aasoon key khushi mein joh pyar panapta hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;iss pyar ko dard kaun pahuchaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;jab iss pyar ka janam heyy dard mein hota hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pyar ko log aaj kitna nufrat kartey hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;itna nafrat kartey hai key nafrat ko heey pyar kartey hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;agar isshey tarah haar nafrat mein chupa hoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pyar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;toh log nafrat seyy kyun...pyar seyy kyun pyar nahi kartey hain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kuch loog pyar sey darr teyy theey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kuch loog pyar mein dartey hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yeh kaisa pyar jiskey darr mein jeetey hoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yeh kaisa pyar jisme darr key jeetey hoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kyunki pyar toh harr darr ka jawaab hota hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kyunki sirf pyar heyy toh harr darr seyy paare hota hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;logg pyar mein matlaab dhundtey hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;magar pyar toh bematlaab hota hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(kyunki)agar hota hai pyar mein matlab koi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;toh woh pyar nahi dhoka hota hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pyar toh harr rog ka illaz hota hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;magar pyar sey bada kya rog hota hai ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yeh kaisa rog hai jiska illaz heey nahi hota hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;magar ek aisa rog jo harr rog ka illaz hota hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aur kitna likhun pyar ke baarein mein&lt;br /&gt;raat ke saadey teen bajney koo aaye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;jo likhunga toh log murakh kahengey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;waise bhi main murakh kahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mujhse murakh toh woh jo pyar key naam iss kavita ko padhengey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kyunki agar log padh keyy kavita pyar samajh jaatey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;toh main kyun leekhta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;joo main leekhkey naa samajhpaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;woh tum padhkey kya samajhlogey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my first hinglish poem :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-8731348119423008717?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8731348119423008717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=8731348119423008717&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8731348119423008717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8731348119423008717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/03/jab-haaar-mein-jeet-hai-aur-jeet-mein.html' title='yeh PYAR kya hota hai ...'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-8689700092475049424</id><published>2007-03-04T02:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:11:53.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><title type='text'>HOLI - the festival of COLOUR DISSOLUTION!</title><content type='html'>HOLI....when colours dont matter (literally)&lt;br /&gt;A hindu festival whose roots go back well (no one exactly knows how many years) but how can this ancient festival serve as an eternal moral lesson for eons to come ? lets see.....and realise!&lt;br /&gt;(divided in 4 parts i.e.reason behind HOLI,COLOURED BIAS-a world view,INDIA and its BELYING situation and the HOLI(Y) solution-transcending the festical.for those who are impatient ones can jump to the last epilogue HOLI SOLUTION TRANSCENDING THE FESTIVAL! spoiler warning-reading the epilogue first might spoil the fun of the article!for serious bloggers plz slog through the entire blog! no excuses for you people! ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful REASONS behind celebrating HOLI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(history 1)&lt;br /&gt;As the story goes its the hiranyakashipu(king of demons)'s son PRAHLAD was a devotee of vishu,which obviously his father didnt like and thus tried to kill him after&lt;br /&gt;several failed attempts he ordered prahlad to sit on a pyre on the lap of his sister HOLIka(who was also demonic) who by the virtue of  a special shawl would not get burnt by the fire.so prahlad went into the pyre n started praying lord vishu and magically the shawl flew off HOLIka and moved on prahlad due to which HOLIka was burnt to death but prahlad survived unharmed.te burning of HOLIka is celebrated as holi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(history 2)&lt;br /&gt;During lord krishna's life time he popularised the festival by playing pranks on the gopis.lord krishna ONCE COMPLAINED TO HER MOTHER YASODHA ABOUT THE CONTRAST BETWEEN HIS DARK COLOUR AND HIS BELOVED RADHA'S FAIRNESS.krishna's mother yasodha  DECIDED TO APPLY COLOUR TO RADHA'S FACE AND DISSOLVE THE BIAS atleast momentarily .the celebration commence usually star in spring and lasts for 16 days until rangpanchami in remembrance of the divine and  eternal love of radha-krishna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(history 3)&lt;br /&gt;kamadeva the god of love was destroyed by shiva as he tried to distrupt him during his penance to help parvati marry shiva.shiva opened his third eye and the gaze made kamdev's body turn into ashes.but for kamdev's wife rati (passion) sake,shiva restored him but only as a mental image, REPRESENTING THE TRUE EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL STAGE OF LOVE RATHER THAN JUST MERE PHYSICAL LOVE and holi bonfire is believed to be celebrated in commeoration of this event in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLOURED BIAS-a world view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE and BLACK and today even BROWN is what we people fight over....what are these ? yes skin colours...very remorseful and regretting when we think of it naa ?&lt;br /&gt;since we know of history,racial segregation has been a truth which haunts us everytime in almost every era,almost in every continent.the human race is scarred with such heinous malady none more dismaying then colour and racial bias.&lt;br /&gt;the europeans (including the americans as they are originally mostly europeans) who are the front runner in being racially inclined were history's first people to be prejudiced by the moors who thought europeans were incapable of abstract thinking.the europeans then prejudiced all other coloured races as inferior to theirs.some biased racial scientist even compairing africans to HALF APES !&lt;br /&gt;the British Empire imported labourers  to the British colonies in Africa and the Carribean. These Indian labourers were free, had more rights and had better societal functions and status than the darker-skinned Africans (who were mostly slaves), but less than the lighter-skinned European colonizers.PIGMENTOCRACY was a reality back then and is still a reality now  although we might like to turn a blind eye to it and think or make belief that we are truly civilised!&lt;br /&gt;from ENGLAND TO UNITED STATES TO CANADA TO RUSSIA TO SOUTH AFRICA TO INDIA TO AUTRALIA ALL HAVE HAD  AND HAVE COLOUR BASED PREJUDICES AGAINST THIER OWN COUNTRYMEN AND HUMBLE VISITORS alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many biased and baseless thoeries and arguments that the real truth dwindles in between.&lt;br /&gt;"Melanin Theory" is that the levels of melanin in dark skin naturally enhance intelligence and emotional, psychic and spiritual sensitivity and physical prowess.&lt;br /&gt;"White Supremacy Theory" is that all whites are more cognitive than thier coloured counter parts.&lt;br /&gt;some of them even have sub theories and thus end up fighting within thier own skin colour too eg nordicism,pan europeanism,pan aryanism etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;even some are laugh worthy like the theories which involve hair colour that preach blondes are dumb,redheads are fiery,brunettes are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIA and its BELYING situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has been marked with such erros through history and we dont have to look to far for examples after all NOT TOO FAR AWAY FROM OUR HOME&lt;br /&gt;INDIA itself is in such a sorry state itself.&lt;br /&gt;for a country which is madly in love with fair and lovely and provision for the largest market for fairness driven products from shehnaz hussain to garnier(which doesnt produce fairness cream anywhere else in the world) .(some of which are proven to be carcenogenic!!!fair n lovely itself!!!)&lt;br /&gt;for a country whose film industry only has white actors prevalently successful!!!&lt;br /&gt;for a country that mourns at the birth of a daughter (imagine the plight of a dark skinned daughter)!!!&lt;br /&gt;for a country whose FATHER OF THE NATION was kicked out of a compartment train in south africa on racial basis.one person who fought all his life for equality and freedom.60 years on India has moved very little in terms of racial/cultural/lingual/societal/regional/coloured/religious/economic bias !!!!&lt;br /&gt;its shameful for each of us that we still are so damn narrow minded that we fail to unprejudice about people form their skin colour!&lt;br /&gt;India with its heritage and history can easily serve as a teacher in the respect of coloured bias only if it learns from its own mistakes and realizes them and make amends fast.( please  mr.ARJUN SINGH spare us from your quota here ok !!! will you ?.QUOTA is not the way for this or to supress any other kind of bias!its just short sightedness or lets just say vote bank politics) a country where people are more tolerant to coloured people then other races perhaps as we have seen and dealt coloured people all our lives in one way or the other some of which are even our own relatives so it becomes easier for us to judge the truth behind coloured biases!so we must serve the world which we can only do if we solve our own problems or coloured bias in the Indian society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THe HOLI(Y) SOLUTION-TRANSCENDING THE FESTIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE FESTIVAL OF HOLI WHICH TODAY IS CELEBRATED THE WORLD OVER BY HINDUS AND OTHERS THE WORLD OVER (annually in state universities of US and UK eg washington state university has more than 20000 water balloons piled up for the occasion where Indians and non Indians play enjoy alike) CAN ACTUALLY HELP US TACKLE THIS PROBLEM OF COLOURED BIAS.A DAY WHEN WE ALL COLOUR ALL OUR FRIENDS AND ENEMIES ALIKE.A DAY WHEN WE FORGET ENEMITY AND FORGE BROTHERHOOD.AN ALL ENCOMPASSING,CIRCUMFERENT,PANAROMIC,EXTENSIVE,ALL INCLUSIVE,ALL EMBRACING FESTIVAL WHICH CELEBRATES THE CONTRAST IN COLOURS RATHER THAN DISASSOCIATING IT.THIS VERY DAY CAN SERVE AS A GLOBAL REMINDER FOR EQUALITY IN PEOPLE OF ALL COLOURS,A DAY WHICH PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD WITHOUT THE BIAS OF COLOUR,CASTE,CREED,ECONOMICS,RACE,RELIGION,GDP ETC.A DAY WHICH WE ALL NEED TO UNDERSTAND AND EMBRACE EACH OTHER'S CULTURE AND LEARN TO LOVE DIFFERENCES IN LIFE AND PEOPLE.A DAY WHICH WE ALL NEED VERY MUCH GIVEN THE CURRENT SITUATION OF THE WORLD.A DAY WHEN WE CAN JUST HAVE SOME RED BLUE GREEN ORANGE YELLOW WHITE BLACK AND EVERY OTHER CLOUR AND HUE YOU CAN THINK OF AND SMEAR IT ON THE FACE AND BODY OF THE PERSON INFRONT OF US WITHOUT JUDGING FROM HIS SKIN COLOUR.A DAY WHEN AGGRESSION AND SEGREGATION MAKE WAY FOR INTEGRATION AND CONSOLIDATION.A DAY WHICH CAN REMIND US THAT LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST PHYSICAL AND THAT COLOUR IS NOT A COMPONENT OF ANYTHING WHICH SHOULD BE PREJUDICED UPON.A DAY WHEN EVERYONE CAN ENJOY BEING COLOURED IN WHAT EVER COLOUR HE FANCIES AND MAY BE EVEN JUDGE THAT A WORLD WITH SO MANY COLOURS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN A BI-POLAR WORLD OF COLOURS BUT DEFINITELY NOT AS GOOD AS A WORLD WITHOUT COLOURS COZ AFTER ALL ITS HOLI-THE FESTIVAL OF COLOURS OR SHALL WE MAKE CELEBREATE IT AS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN PARADOX EVER...THE GLOBAL CELEBRATION OF HOLI-THE FESTIVAL OF COLOUR DISSOLUTION!!!the choice is yours.make equality rule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(have a happy n safe holi.use herbal colours but definitely use water ballons lolZzz..I am gonna be 19 soon but i still love them hehe!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-8689700092475049424?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8689700092475049424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=8689700092475049424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8689700092475049424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/8689700092475049424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/03/holi-festival-of-colour-dissolution.html' title='HOLI - the festival of COLOUR DISSOLUTION!'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-5099382563361012812</id><published>2007-01-16T03:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:29:32.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physics'/><title type='text'>an IDIOT's GUIDE to QUANTUM  PHYSICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://an-idiots-guide-to-quantum-physics.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://an-idiots-guide-to-quantum-physics.blogspot.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all u need to knw abt this vry interesting subject in a vry lucid n simplified way wid added videos n pictures.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOESNT MATTER IF YOU ARE A SCIENCE STUDENT OR NOT.JUST GO THROUGHT THE TOPIC.HOPE YOU FIND IT INTERESTING.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-5099382563361012812?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5099382563361012812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=5099382563361012812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/5099382563361012812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/5099382563361012812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/01/idiots-guide-to-quantum-physics.html' title='an IDIOT&apos;s GUIDE to QUANTUM  PHYSICS'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-1120700150479271670</id><published>2007-01-16T03:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:13:26.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><title type='text'>NECESSARY evil OR UNNECESSARY POWER HUNGRY politicians ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PARTITION of INDIA . . . NECESSARY EVIL ? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;reading this article might jus change the way u think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Throught al my life all that i have read,all that i have seen and all tht i hav heard,thr is one thing thts pretty clear no matter wat happens but both INDIA n PAKISTAN hav suffered loss in the partition.now most of my frnds here plz try n understand tht its not wat we see its more important how we see it.we ppl in our country throughly believe tht watevr pakistan did was wrong then well think over it (yes i also believe it was rong but its tym we thot differently) if we were a minority wudnt we get scared if such large scale slaughtering took place ? (a shining well not exactly shining but rather shameful example is the godhra case due to which lots n lots of muslims today feel insecure) remember ppl Equality comes with "INTEGRATION" not "SEGREGATION".the problem lies wid the ppl thinking and painting ppl full white or black on both sides of the border(as in good and bad) learn to see faults of your own n then only u can move forward learn to see things in grey n not jus white n black (wat i m trying to say is JINNAH is a bad person on this side of the border while on the other he is GOD n NEHRU n (sumwat GANDHIJI) is a God in this side of the border n a Dog on the otherside)evry1 has good n bad qualities learn to notice them n mayb then luv vl seep in thru u n hatred vl vommit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;here r sum really interesting facts abt INDIA n PAKISTAN n abt our GR8 leaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1)in August 1947 the most populous community in the sikh city of amritsar was of muslims !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2)in August 2005 in the islamic state of pakistan,there are at least two districts in sindh which hav a hindu majority !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3)why did the buddhist dominated chittagong hill tracts go to pakistanwhen its ppl wanted to join INDIA ? the INDIANS believe tht mountbatten did this to please Pakistan,but no evidence exists to prove this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4)why did the district of gurdaspur,which had a slight majority of muslims go to INDIA ? the PAKISTANIS believe tht mountbatten did this to please INDIA,but no evidence exists to prove this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5)why did sir cyril radcliff,who drew the lines dividing INDIA n PAKISTAN burn all his papers before departing?because in those charred remains lay to the two questions above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;6)why did jinnah ask India's first high commissioner in Pakistan to request Nehru to look after his house in malabar hill? did he want to settle thr after retiring as pakistan;s first governor-general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;7)in the last months of his life'having worked for communal harmony in calcutta and delhi,Gandhi frequently expressed the desire to go to the riot-torn areas of west pakistan and sindh, had he not been assassinated, would he have gone to live in pakistan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and this,imagine while jinnah lived in bombay ? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;lots of such secrets remain untold why well we can safely assume personal benifits.but shud we turn blind to all these facts ? we r running 60 yrs into independence and we still hate pakistan for things wat they hav done n for things that they havnt its lik an old folks tale the samething on the other side of the border.we as the educated mass on INDIA (and PAKISTAN if ne1 is listening out thr or this mail gets forwarded sumhow) shud move forward towards peace n well far flethced thot of (UNIFICATION ultimately not totally impossible if u knw the real situation as most ppl in PAKISTAN and POLITICAL PARTIES were against partition and still see it as an unnecceasry evil rather than a neccessary one.dont believe me ask ne1 who is informed abt pakistan's political scenario thier largest democratic secular party PPP is for UNIFICATION well i hope the SANGH PARIVAR N BJP is listening (no m not a fan of the fake NEHRUVIAN DYNASTY either nor a pro congress . . . man political system sucks in both the countries one is taken over by a dictator n other is ruled by caste politics n minorityism . . . )&lt;br /&gt;today's lesson "hero of one sect is Villian of another"&lt;br /&gt;for more check this picture essay of the bloody partition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/06/south_asia_india0s_partition/html/11.stm"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/06/south_asia_india0s_partition/html/11.stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;compiled and written byKAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-1120700150479271670?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1120700150479271670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=1120700150479271670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/1120700150479271670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/1120700150479271670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/01/necessary-evil-or-unnecessary-power.html' title='NECESSARY evil OR UNNECESSARY POWER HUNGRY politicians ?'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-7040192888149000841</id><published>2007-01-16T02:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:12:58.207+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDS'/><title type='text'>LOVE is just a word or IS IT ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE after all is just a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a word which has no real meaning but just concepts n ideologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a word which is full of feelings and emotions, full of smile and tears and every other curve of face in between, in some cases both smiles and tears at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...(i am yet to see a more beautiful human face than that of a state of such happiness that they shed tears) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a word which is the only hope in today's war n power world....the only word which looks forward to everyday life in one way or another......from the love of a mother to the love of a spouse whats really splendid is we cant really differentiate in between any form of it.....after all love is just a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE after all is just a word a word which has so many definations is so many ways in so many emotions in so many verbal n non verbal ways in so many ways of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expressions in all its valour n courage fighting through fake attitude...pseudo attraction...unreal world of real people....still peeping through where ever it can...through  glancing of our eyes, through the wriggling of fingers, running fingers through the hair to caressing your neck even the humble smile to the not so humble biting of lips, the careless touch or the fumbling on to a stranger......from the first glance to the last breath...love after all is just a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love after all is just a word which has so many ways for expressing itself,so many words for just a single word, so many lives spent to define it,so many lives spent for purpose of its fulfillment,a word which has as many meanings as the number of People residing on our planet, a word so inexpressible that all the well known dictionaries of the world contradict eachother on this point. a word so simple a word which is not yet definitely defined...makes u wonder doesn't it ...a word whose complexity really lies in its simplicity...a word so meaningful n meaningless all at the same time(for different people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love after all is just a word......or is it? ? ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-7040192888149000841?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7040192888149000841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=7040192888149000841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/7040192888149000841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/7040192888149000841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-is-just-word-or-is-it.html' title='LOVE is just a word or IS IT ?'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050095026145439414.post-1955171165301260592</id><published>2007-01-07T15:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:35:42.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiyeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELIGION'/><title type='text'>Dissecting religion</title><content type='html'>why God why ?&lt;br /&gt;God well for starters what is he ?&lt;br /&gt;can you the reader or well your parents or the preist or the prime minister or your pet ? when we come to the question who or what or why or when about God then  you and I evevyone around us is as brilliant at our pet tommy(or my doggu haha) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few month i was really intrigued by the big bang created by the creative genius DAN BROWN n his DA VINCI CODE n one thing led to another n i wondered from the book to the religion n began retrospecting on it.&lt;br /&gt;all i figured out was all religions of all origins hav their roots set on the anvil of fear.i mean is it not outrageous how ppl r told IF YOU DONT DO X,Y,X U VL BURN IN HELL or IF U DO X,Y,Z U VL BURN IN HELL....for the God we knw the benelovent omnipotent omnipatient OMNIwatevr (not mocking) how can he the ultimate creator punish us his ultimate creation ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;well any mistake tht we do can be forgiven by him as TO ERR IS HUMAN TO FORGIVE IS DEVINE right ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yeah if GOD is OMNIPOTENT then why is evil present on planet earth ? cant he destory it ? forget abt destroying why in the first place does evil EXIST ! after all God is the ultimate creator ?&lt;br /&gt;if i start retrospecting all the religious books in the world (which i hav pledged sumday i vl) all of them will hav unmistakeable flaws n all the books are self contradictory...forget SELF CONTRADICTION b/w two different religions evn RELIGIOUS BOOKS of SAME RELIGION r SELF-CONTRADICTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the basic problem of the world is it wants to make sum people EXTRAORDINARY by giving them special powers..INHUMAN powers to b true.&lt;br /&gt;the MOON GOD in hindu mythology had loads of wives n evn married his own daughter ! (n gurls u pray to this MOON God in order to get a husband lik him lolZzzz hahahaaaa.....poor souls)&lt;br /&gt;prophet muhammed had 50 wives n loads of slaves ! (no comments)&lt;br /&gt;during dark ages christian popes had PRICE CHART to do away wid sins n wash it away in holiness (so tht u can end up in heaven literally by PAYING.wow brilliant must say !)&lt;br /&gt;christ most probably married a woman ! (i m not saying he shudnt hav m jus saying . . . Y CANT HE !!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;no religion has given any rightful place to any women ever !&lt;br /&gt;all religions hav flaws.....GET A LIFE n get out of ur religious mould ! actually we already hav but our FEARS nvr leave us ! Religion preys on our darkest fears n our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if real truth be told all of us dont TRUST in God ! we fear him ! n FEAR can never produce any worthwhile result atleast not long term....&lt;br /&gt;wen do most of u(us) go n pray ? EXAM TIME ? EVERY SUNDAY ? EVERY FRIDAY ? EVERY THRUSDAY,MONDAY,TUESDAY,SATURDAY ?&lt;br /&gt;on PUJAs ? on CEREMONIES ? on different PROPHET's bdays ? if he is OMNIPOTENT he vl knw it ! i dont hav to CRAP up sum SANSKRIT SLOKAS or speak HEBREW or pray in ROMAN or evn GREEK (hello brahmins,preists,maulavis or watevr all those things were written in tht language coz those were the language tht was understood by the COMMONERS in that era !!!! wat F%@#!%# purpose does it serve if u use the same language now !!! )to please him !ARE WE ALL TRYING TO APPEASE OUR so called ULTIMATE CREATOR ?&lt;br /&gt;is he tht stupid tht he cant see the real thing or can't understand tht we all are guilty of DOING THINGS IN ORDER TO PLEASE HIM !!!!! n not COZ we want to.&lt;br /&gt;evn if he is present probably he is saddned n crying looking at the way we treat him ! all of this is a false world we all r living in ! we hav religion coz we fear DEATH,we r GREEDY,fear of HELL,coz we hav ENDLESS NEEDS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hungry mouth doesnt understand religion&lt;br /&gt;neither does a new born baby&lt;br /&gt;nor does a newly wed life who lost her husband&lt;br /&gt;or a mom whose son was killed&lt;br /&gt;nor do the lil children whose only bread winner lost his limbs&lt;br /&gt;nor do (I CAN GIVE YOU A MILLION MORE EXAMPLES...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont u think OSAMA BIN LADEN was a vry religious man ?&lt;br /&gt;so was INDIRA GANDHI'S murderer ! so was GANDHIJI's murderer !&lt;br /&gt;so is evrydamn TERRRORIST who enters our country (INDIA) n so is evry damn RSS leader who breaks windows n shatters shops who sells valentine cards !&lt;br /&gt;n so are the VHP ppl who burnt the GODHRA TRAIN !&lt;br /&gt;the CRUSADERS who faought the crusades were RELIGIOUS !&lt;br /&gt;n HOLOCAUST hpnd coz of tht too !&lt;br /&gt;hav we lost more lives coz of RELIGION (our ultimate saviour THE ULTIMATE PEACE KEEPING force known to MANKIND) then coz of anything els ? ? ? WoW i didnt see tht coming !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sum1 said around 6.5 billion till date we lost due to religions battles thruout time since it was recorded (thts the official figure...donno how many more unrecrded lives wud hav been lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if thr is jus ONE GOD why are there so many PREACHERS ?&lt;br /&gt;and if there are so many preachers why dont they all preach the SAME THINGS (i mean after all they hav descended form ONE GOD right ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes religion has lost path n route,religion has lost its soul,religion has forgotten wat it set out to do....either that or it has ran out its time period.&lt;br /&gt;all relegions in the world n thier holy books hav jus one thing in common they all hav lessons for mankind,they are all social obligations by one form or another,they are a moral code of conduct matched to excellence to thier ambience n time....RELIGION lik ur MOBILE HANDSET or TELEVISION or PLAY STATION or watevr needs to be upgraded so tht today's ppl can find sumthin common wid it.religion is lagging behind in timeline.it needs to evolve wid us n fast ! or we need a new religion a religion tht emcompasses n filters all the good n residues out all the bad......(but hey who vl decide wats good n wats bad ?.....mayb world war 3 will.......i m pretty sure it will be fought on the lines of RELIGION rather than anything else....AHH religion our ULTIMATE saviour to the rescue again i guess.......PEACE amen) we all need a TRUE n NEW religion n for a change.....lets name this one HUMANITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050095026145439414-1955171165301260592?l=my7thsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1955171165301260592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050095026145439414&amp;postID=1955171165301260592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/1955171165301260592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050095026145439414/posts/default/1955171165301260592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my7thsense.blogspot.com/2007/01/dissecting-religion.html' title='Dissecting religion'/><author><name>KAMONASISH AAYUSH MAZUMDAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016380283975039296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
