<?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-32455626</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:58:45.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-3690353105491056316</id><published>2008-12-13T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:52:11.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deepest dream in darkest dawn&lt;br /&gt;Picture is painted on puppy’s palm&lt;br /&gt;Close to creative cat is calm&lt;br /&gt;Fickle is force if faint is fawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World is weird as wool is worn&lt;br /&gt;Monk goes mull when man is moan&lt;br /&gt;Seven seas sings when salty is song&lt;br /&gt;Lost are left as lights in lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool don’t forget to fear the fun&lt;br /&gt;Nose is noisy as null is none&lt;br /&gt;Going goes on when go gets gun&lt;br /&gt;Truth is told when tides turn on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-3690353105491056316?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/3690353105491056316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=3690353105491056316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/3690353105491056316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/3690353105491056316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/12/deepest-dream-in-darkest-dawn-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-5812028466988256003</id><published>2008-10-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:29:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the reason&lt;br /&gt;For making me think&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I never did.&lt;br /&gt;The truth inside you&lt;br /&gt;Is the reason for whatever&lt;br /&gt;I have done for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason for all&lt;br /&gt;Those silly things&lt;br /&gt;That I do to grab your attention&lt;br /&gt;There is something in you&lt;br /&gt;Which inspires me to be&lt;br /&gt;What I am……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is really small&lt;br /&gt;Very very small&lt;br /&gt;To find a match like you&lt;br /&gt;So  I will wait and&lt;br /&gt;Wait Only for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know that&lt;br /&gt;If you will come&lt;br /&gt; time will make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;and my love will go on&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on……………..&lt;br /&gt;if you don’t come till&lt;br /&gt; the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;I will come again to wait&lt;br /&gt; and wait only for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe this life to you&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn’t stops here&lt;br /&gt;My many many lives are waiting&lt;br /&gt;And waiting only for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason for &lt;br /&gt;out flow of my emotions&lt;br /&gt;you are the reason for&lt;br /&gt;my zealot passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its not only love&lt;br /&gt;Its something more than that&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is still a secret&lt;br /&gt;That words can never tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-5812028466988256003?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/5812028466988256003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=5812028466988256003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5812028466988256003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5812028466988256003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-are-reason-for-making-me-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-8469913818310038585</id><published>2008-06-23T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:24:57.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FALLING TO HEIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about being&lt;br /&gt;what you are!!!&lt;br /&gt;neither about chasing&lt;br /&gt;your most cherished dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about&lt;br /&gt;doing good always&lt;br /&gt;neither it’s about&lt;br /&gt;keeping faith in god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s also not about&lt;br /&gt;facing the most challenges&lt;br /&gt;neither about wining&lt;br /&gt;the last battle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about&lt;br /&gt;understanding others&lt;br /&gt;neither it’s about&lt;br /&gt;making a difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about falling….&lt;br /&gt;like a free fall&lt;br /&gt;not about rising&lt;br /&gt;every time you fall&lt;br /&gt;it’s just falling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling to depths&lt;br /&gt;falling to heights&lt;br /&gt;falling in love&lt;br /&gt;falling in peace…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling realizes.. rising binds&lt;br /&gt;love is made for only blinds..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-8469913818310038585?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/8469913818310038585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=8469913818310038585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/8469913818310038585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/8469913818310038585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/06/falling-to-heights-its-not-about-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-7684158548768888353</id><published>2008-06-07T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T03:52:21.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;i don’t think about anyone else&lt;br /&gt;say it my weakness&lt;br /&gt;or say it my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak everything to you&lt;br /&gt;that I can&lt;br /&gt;say it my foolishness&lt;br /&gt;or say it my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;only thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;say it my madness&lt;br /&gt;or say it my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen everything&lt;br /&gt;that you say&lt;br /&gt;say it my silence&lt;br /&gt;or say it my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t miss you&lt;br /&gt;when we go apart&lt;br /&gt;you will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;say it my feelings&lt;br /&gt;or say it my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where&lt;br /&gt;we will be after few years&lt;br /&gt;for you it was a friendship&lt;br /&gt;and for me it was love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-7684158548768888353?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/7684158548768888353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=7684158548768888353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7684158548768888353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7684158548768888353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-it-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-2990780299040699955</id><published>2008-06-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:45:01.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth that I searched&lt;br /&gt;I found no where&lt;br /&gt;The love that I searched&lt;br /&gt;I found no where&lt;br /&gt;The innocence that I searched&lt;br /&gt;I found no where&lt;br /&gt;What I found were all illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I thought&lt;br /&gt;I got the correct meaning of&lt;br /&gt;what life is the other moment it changed&lt;br /&gt;like bubbles on the surface of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons that I&lt;br /&gt;learned were harsh&lt;br /&gt;As everything looked fake&lt;br /&gt;And everything can be faked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wroshipping in temples was&lt;br /&gt;like going to pray for our security&lt;br /&gt;in the building that&lt;br /&gt;is made by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing&lt;br /&gt;like rational thinking&lt;br /&gt;Every logic fails&lt;br /&gt;and there were no laws.&lt;br /&gt;Good people found themselves&lt;br /&gt;guilty for silly things&lt;br /&gt;And people who really were guilty&lt;br /&gt;never blamed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self- help books&lt;br /&gt;never help you&lt;br /&gt;they are all crap material&lt;br /&gt;needed to be burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I shouted&lt;br /&gt;no one lisetened&lt;br /&gt;And when I kept silent&lt;br /&gt;they asked me reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My search is still on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking on the things&lt;br /&gt;that will make me define&lt;br /&gt;that apparently looked undefinable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-2990780299040699955?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-299531890082061712</id><published>2008-05-05T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:25:22.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BUT BROKEN........&lt;br /&gt;i  am so amazed&lt;br /&gt;as first one to find this place&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh! all of them are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking lonely at night&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i lost in moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly i came across&lt;br /&gt;A town that was never visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its doors were broken and twisted&lt;br /&gt;I made effort to enter in it&lt;br /&gt;and i saw all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a place&lt;br /&gt;where lived all broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;A place of deep hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved inside and asked them&lt;br /&gt;O,my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;why you live away from your homelands&lt;br /&gt;Is there no place for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They answered.............&lt;br /&gt;We all live here to prove&lt;br /&gt;That love never dies&lt;br /&gt;Our love is true&lt;br /&gt;and here it recedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story is tragic&lt;br /&gt;but we still beleive in magic&lt;br /&gt;We are spreading love form here&lt;br /&gt;to every part of universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a secret store house of happiness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-299531890082061712?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/299531890082061712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=299531890082061712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/299531890082061712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/299531890082061712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-but-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-4694080347483382734</id><published>2008-03-23T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:59:15.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many came and many gone.&lt;br /&gt;some were whites,&lt;br /&gt;some were blacks,&lt;br /&gt;Many success stories&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; Many failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is lost&lt;br /&gt;in every success,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; every failure is&lt;br /&gt;incomplete without a gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some questions are left unanswered,&lt;br /&gt;and many answers are incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;more the people laugh outside&lt;br /&gt;louder they cry inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only lesson to be learnt&lt;br /&gt;when ever you will follow the world,&lt;br /&gt;You will lose your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are confused in&lt;br /&gt;pursuit of clarity,&lt;br /&gt;where this world moves.&lt;br /&gt;Love has made people idiots,&lt;br /&gt;selfish as they were never before&lt;br /&gt;They never get it right!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is calling me somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;a place where it all ends,&lt;br /&gt;the closer I go&lt;br /&gt;farther I felt...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-4694080347483382734?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/4694080347483382734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=4694080347483382734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4694080347483382734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4694080347483382734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-came-and-many-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-9058673311132459879</id><published>2008-03-13T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:05:58.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KEPT LOVING YOU&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;from the moment&lt;br /&gt;I realised what love is...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;when you laughed&lt;br /&gt;when you cried&lt;br /&gt;Even when you were angry&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;when you cared for me&lt;br /&gt;when you shouted at me&lt;br /&gt;Even when you hated me&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;when I felt low&lt;br /&gt;when I felt happy&lt;br /&gt;Even when I irritated you&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;even when i know &lt;br /&gt;you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;As love is not&lt;br /&gt;Always about gaining&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;when I failed to undersatand you&lt;br /&gt;and you failed to understand me&lt;br /&gt;even when you don't listened me&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept loving you&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;I felt you in my&lt;br /&gt;every drop of tears&lt;br /&gt;when I cried&lt;br /&gt;I felt you in&lt;br /&gt;loudest of laugh &lt;br /&gt;that I laughed&lt;br /&gt;when you don't understand me and my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;that's why I kept loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-9058673311132459879?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-7320928690062771425</id><published>2008-03-08T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:59:28.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DON'T ASK ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;how much i love u&lt;br /&gt;once i have told to&lt;br /&gt;the things near u&lt;br /&gt;what r my feelings about u&lt;br /&gt;so,ask to the&lt;br /&gt;flowing winds which touches&lt;br /&gt;u every moment&lt;br /&gt;to the blowing trees&lt;br /&gt;which u see every moment&lt;br /&gt;ask to the sunshine and&lt;br /&gt;to the lime light too&lt;br /&gt;ask to twinkling stars&lt;br /&gt;the blue skies&lt;br /&gt;and deep oceans&lt;br /&gt;ask them questions&lt;br /&gt;they may answer u more profoundly&lt;br /&gt;about how stronger and purer is the bond between&lt;br /&gt;the two souls&lt;br /&gt;these seasons are changing to&lt;br /&gt;convey a message from me to u&lt;br /&gt;where ever u are&lt;br /&gt;these winds, stars,oceans and skies&lt;br /&gt;must tell u the reason&lt;br /&gt;why they gaze at u&lt;br /&gt;once I told them&lt;br /&gt;motions of my emotions for u&lt;br /&gt;will stop never and&lt;br /&gt;i will love u forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-7320928690062771425?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/7320928690062771425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=7320928690062771425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7320928690062771425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7320928690062771425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-ask-me-dont-ask-me-how-much-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-3931272364404975237</id><published>2008-02-12T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:38:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KABHI MAA KE DIL SE PUCHA HAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kabhi maa ke dil se pucha hai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kya chahiye usse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maange the naa usne paise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naa chah thi usse bade ghar ki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maange usne do pal the tumse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum wo bhi usse de naa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karz jo mamta ka tha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum khabi usse chuka naa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jagti thi jo raat bhar tumhare liye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum uske kiye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raat ko ghar jaldi bhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naa aa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maange unse do pal the tumse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum who bhi usse de naa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karz jo mamta ka tha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum usse kabhi chuka naa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khush hoti thi woh tumko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khush dekh ke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum uske liye khush &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bhi naa reh sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pyar is jhan me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ek hi saccha tha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum usko bhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naa pehchan sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maange usne do pal the tumse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum woh bhi usse de naa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karz jo mamta ka tha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum usse kabhi chuka naa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kabhi maa se pucha hai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uske sapne kya the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apne sapne pure karne mai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum uske sapne bhol gye &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jisne noo mahene tumhe pet me pala hai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maange usne do pal the tumse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum woh bhi usse de naa sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karz jo mamta ka tha tum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;usse kabhi chuka naa sake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-3931272364404975237?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/3931272364404975237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=3931272364404975237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/3931272364404975237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/3931272364404975237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2008/02/kabhi-maa-ke-dil-se-pucha-hai-kabhi-maa.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-8960630748901692608</id><published>2008-02-03T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:20:26.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In This World of&lt;br /&gt;infinite possibilities&lt;br /&gt;i think we all&lt;br /&gt;have already met each other some where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no place so remote&lt;br /&gt;We all are connected&lt;br /&gt;We know the people&lt;br /&gt;whom we never met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things over which&lt;br /&gt;We are crying&lt;br /&gt;are already ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither we owe anything&lt;br /&gt;nor we own anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us everything&lt;br /&gt;then also we are trying to&lt;br /&gt;complete ourselves&lt;br /&gt;as if we are incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i don't see any diffrences&lt;br /&gt;I am released................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-8960630748901692608?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/8960630748901692608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-6981952280979478985</id><published>2007-10-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T07:10:39.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You Wish ,I Could BE There&lt;br /&gt;One day tide will turn,&lt;br /&gt;and surely it will&lt;br /&gt;when you will find yourself lonely&lt;br /&gt;wants to share your sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day,&lt;br /&gt;you might remember,&lt;br /&gt;your foolishly emotional friend.&lt;br /&gt;when you want a&lt;br /&gt;shoulder to cry upon&lt;br /&gt;You wish,i could be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish ,i could be there&lt;br /&gt;just sitting besides you,&lt;br /&gt;listening whatever you say,&lt;br /&gt;holding your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wish ,i could be there&lt;br /&gt;laughing at your stupidity,&lt;br /&gt;fighting on silly matters,&lt;br /&gt;And for a relationship&lt;br /&gt;that exudes warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish ,i could be there&lt;br /&gt;But i won't come&lt;br /&gt;to make you realize that&lt;br /&gt;i might have been emotional&lt;br /&gt;But you are a fool.&lt;br /&gt;you never valued my friendship&lt;br /&gt;when it matters the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-6981952280979478985?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/6981952280979478985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=6981952280979478985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6981952280979478985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6981952280979478985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-wish-i-could-be-there-one-day-tide.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-5843230779875171784</id><published>2007-10-09T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:48:37.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From where does it started?&amp;amp; Does it ever going to end someday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From where the journey started and which was the place on earth where the life saw its first sight?Was it an unknown island or a seashore?Was it a jungle or was it a barren desert?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who saw this sight first?Which soul was that?Was that only a single soul?If yes,Then why we all when think on this question get different ideas and an imagination of different places of origin?Our origin is not clear even scientifically or philosophically.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever thought where these souls are made?We say that when we die our soul changes the body.But, on the other hand we also know that population of world is increasing everyday.So,from where god is making these new souls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if these many souls are increasing at such a rapid pace.Then when is these whole process is going to end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems to me an unstarted endless confusing process.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-5843230779875171784?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/5843230779875171784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=5843230779875171784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5843230779875171784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5843230779875171784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-where-does-it-started-does-it-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-6965818275669963463</id><published>2007-10-06T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:05:42.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHY PEOPLE CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people choose&lt;br /&gt;ordinary life?&lt;br /&gt;when life itself&lt;br /&gt;is not ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people choose&lt;br /&gt;the sufferings?&lt;br /&gt;when it is not&lt;br /&gt;the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people choose&lt;br /&gt;outer appearance?&lt;br /&gt;when soul is the&lt;br /&gt;essence of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people choose&lt;br /&gt;money bags ?&lt;br /&gt;when life itself&lt;br /&gt;is a bag of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people choose&lt;br /&gt;to not to care?&lt;br /&gt;when life&lt;br /&gt;cares for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people choose&lt;br /&gt;shallowness?&lt;br /&gt;when depth is&lt;br /&gt;the tendency of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people choose&lt;br /&gt;not to live&lt;br /&gt;while living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why we have&lt;br /&gt;lost the faith?&lt;br /&gt;when life believes&lt;br /&gt;in god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my life i love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-6965818275669963463?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/6965818275669963463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=6965818275669963463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6965818275669963463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6965818275669963463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-people-choose-why-people-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-8560228279940096756</id><published>2007-09-18T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:36:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OH DAMN IT ! IT HURTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said you are not mine&lt;br /&gt;How can i believe sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the codition of my heart&lt;br /&gt;O damn it!It hurts..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was singing a glorious song&lt;br /&gt;Rolling on my path which was so long&lt;br /&gt;You broke me down &amp;amp; one thing for sure&lt;br /&gt;You never cared&lt;br /&gt;O damn it!It hurts.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person who is going to lose&lt;br /&gt;By the way i know you are greatly confused&lt;br /&gt;You walk your way,i walk mine&lt;br /&gt;O,damn it!does it hurts......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i said ,is a truth forever&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lesson,harsh and very true&lt;br /&gt;The path you are walking is fragile&lt;br /&gt;and one day you may lose&lt;br /&gt;So,who cares&lt;br /&gt;O,damn it!now it never hurts.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-8560228279940096756?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/8560228279940096756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=8560228279940096756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/8560228279940096756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/8560228279940096756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-damn-it-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-4412166572549545662</id><published>2007-09-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:23:35.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEX AND SIPIRITUALISM:A MISCONCEPTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say what a great confusion........sipirituality is considred as pure and sex as the filthest thing in the society in which you must always be morally correct.A person who openly talks about sex and potrays sex in his creation is cosidred as a person who his voilating the rules of society.One question arises for sure in today's scenario...that what has made sex a so inappropiate word ?Sex always misunderstood as nudity and nudity always misunderstood as vulgarity.As beauty lies in the eyes of beholder similarly interpretation of of sex varies from person to person.I admit the fact that a cheap mentality is always dominant(specially in India)that has made sex a dirty word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our country many artists can't write,speak and potray the content having sex.What to say about these people who live in country having highest growth rate and breaking records after records in population explosion?aren't these people hypocrates?Our prespective is just awful.We believe in certain norms of religion only besause it is written somewhere in some holy scripture.By the way where is this written that sex is bad.If sex is bad than the whole world is by product of it.The problem is that we take everything as they are written.It must have been mentioned that over indulgence in sex is very harmful,but what we interpreted is that anything anywhere about sex is inexcusable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We behave like stupids in many ways.Take example of MF hussain who is thrown out of country only because he depicted the nude forms of Indain god and godesses in his paintings.Furthermore,we are not interested in the message that this paintings give.We don't dwell there sipiritual interpretation.We are bounded by a lot of conservetive ideas,we have a large group of refractionaries.We are proud of our mythology,we are the country who produced largest number of sipiritual gurus so we will alaways be right....damn it!!!!i am dumbfounded that what we are trying to prove ....why the well knowledged people are not representing the veiws of India as a nation...why these "bunch of fools"crying over the name of sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing also i must mention that sex is the most powerful emotion,just read carefully,not one of the powerful but the most powerful emotion which drives human beings to do things on which he has no control.some people who don't know about the power of sex have just wasted away their lives.Others who might not knowing about the power of sex but unkwonigly uses them using the phenomenon called sex transmutation.The phenomenon has power to change mediocrity into genious.Leaving this apart lets come the biggest confusion that is the believe that sex and sipirituality are the two ends.If one person is sipiritual than he is far away from sex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the fact is that sex and sipirituality are very interconnected .The two forms of one power.The power known as human being.Now,can we imagine life without sex and sipirituality...and if we can than what's the importance of such life.Now is the time to make difference in over way of thinking.......it is not that earlier there were no times like these...but how many people will aynone is ready to change even at this time!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really don't know....so what's the point in writing....hmm....it is mere for my self satisfaction,i know something that has some importance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-4412166572549545662?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/4412166572549545662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=4412166572549545662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4412166572549545662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4412166572549545662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/09/sex-and-sipiritualisma-misconception-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-4390552393042322617</id><published>2007-08-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:08:46.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BLACK HOLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever i see this&lt;br /&gt;Universe as a whole&lt;br /&gt;Gazing it from&lt;br /&gt;north to south pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stroy entices me&lt;br /&gt;more and more&lt;br /&gt;that is what's the&lt;br /&gt;mystery behind a black hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place from where&lt;br /&gt;Even light can't escape&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;A quagmire of drakness&lt;br /&gt;or a lost landscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many scienctists have defined&lt;br /&gt;but never a poet tried&lt;br /&gt;May be something i know more&lt;br /&gt;than any technology applied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A symbol of drakness&lt;br /&gt;which completly overshadows light&lt;br /&gt;place where only disasters take place&lt;br /&gt;an unblievable plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only place in the world&lt;br /&gt;where light loses to dark&lt;br /&gt;it potrays a dark night&lt;br /&gt;that seems to end never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darkest of night&lt;br /&gt;always indicates day is near&lt;br /&gt;For sometime darkness may win&lt;br /&gt;But only before the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this darkness doesn't last long&lt;br /&gt;again a new star borns&lt;br /&gt;A test that time takes&lt;br /&gt;when u wanted to be born star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going trough darkness means&lt;br /&gt;you will begin as a star again&lt;br /&gt;If You Can Control The Going Gale&lt;br /&gt;You will the hero of This Fairy Tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be cherful always because happy days are near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-4390552393042322617?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/4390552393042322617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=4390552393042322617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4390552393042322617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4390552393042322617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/08/black-hole-when-ever-i-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-5560739665038735752</id><published>2007-08-17T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:10:51.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PRACTISING PURITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is that thing that we think is pure?where this purity lies?how can we judge purity?what if purity loses its importance?are we pure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now lets start answering.A thing that remianed pure is our soul,a thing that can never be corrupted.But if we see our souls deeply than only we can unterstand its purity.Today it is difficult to find even a speck of purity in society.What all we see from our childhood is profane minds and profane bodies  which make our souls impure and then, as human tendency is ,we never look back.We carry that believe all over our lives and never give chance to your soul to retrieve purity  which was in our child like innocense.So purity lies in soul and as it is said that beauty lies in ones eye similarly one can see the things so purly that impurity disappears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even the care takers of the religious places like temples and chruch discriminate people one the basis of their position in society.Even they think that if a poor person enter in chruch it will desecrate god......not that he will be consecrated by god.Let me cite my own example,from last one year i'm reguraly going to a chruch . Either i go by bike or car.I observed that whenever i go by car the gate keeper salutes me and when i go by bike he hardly notices.This gives rise to materialism at  the entrance of religious places.this example correctly answers where the puirty lies.Most certainly it lies in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Furthermore,what if purity loses its importance?These world will become a worst place to live in.There will all animals nothing like human beings will exist.But than it can only happen if we deny ourselves from puirty and every person is ready to accept devellish desires.Now it will be very difficult but then one must start practising purity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are we pure ?is the question the that you must ask ourselves and surely you will get the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-5560739665038735752?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/5560739665038735752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=5560739665038735752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5560739665038735752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5560739665038735752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/08/practising-purity-what-is-that-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-2358935490167901801</id><published>2007-08-17T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:14:53.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO HALF MEASURES PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today a thought flashed in my mind that there are only two optoins either reach the pinnacle or destroy completly.There are no other way around.There is no meaning of only surviving even dogs and cats can.even they can reproduce.So if we are here for only surviving than why we live as human beings?We don't ask a right quetion to ourselves is the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once a very successful person said that " be number one or two or get perished".Always try to interpret things as not what they are,but they can be.Remind ourselves that for what we are fighting in this world.Is the fight for only food and shelter justified?have u ever thought that what ever even a small difference you have made in the world?Why r you in place where you are?What can you do in your own little way to contribute,even a very small thing that will provide you some space in heart of other people.just don't get into this deeper and oobsecure philoshopy.But then "keep doing good great things will happen with you" as said by Shakespeir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-2358935490167901801?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/2358935490167901801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=2358935490167901801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/2358935490167901801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/2358935490167901801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-half-measures-please-today-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-5437186168272656642</id><published>2007-08-16T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:53:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sacch aur saahas hai jiske man me annt me jeet usi ki hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some people seems to be successful,famous and attractive.But then something about them always perplex me.I don't find them deserving , as i find there thoughts materialistic.They look so majestic that we can't oppose them because we don't have the power and prove to rebel.They look much happier than they really are....they always look to be more than what they are.In other words they are pretentious.We and the people around us think them successful but with a sense of doubt.As there material possessions are the proves that everyone wants to see today.But the sense of doubt that people have about their success is the point of emphasis.they are shrewd persons concerning about their own benefit and in doing so you never come to know how and when they use you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"They love material and use people instead using material and loving people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But they look successful from our's narrow perspective.We tend to forget that their success is only ephemeral.They lack the prime quality of of success of being truthful.They delude us to the false conception of success.But then we should rememeber that its not the end ..Today they may be happier in their own way but they forget that this happiness is only evanscent unless based on truth.Truth gives the power to stand against any odd .Truth inculcates purity.So if the base is weak then the skyscrapers of today will de soil of tommorrow...so build your character don't flow with the high flown people .Be down to the earth ,honest and simple.After all it is aptly said that"sacch aur saahas hai jiske mann me annt me jeet usi ki rhe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-5437186168272656642?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/5437186168272656642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=5437186168272656642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5437186168272656642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/5437186168272656642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/08/sacch-aur-saahas-hai-jiske-man-me-annt.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-7991164859113410111</id><published>2007-08-07T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:50:47.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeply Held Believes Always Make Their Way To Reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's true that deeply held beliefs are always true.A thing that is not only said and heared a lot but also being proved and expierenced many times.It's only our belief that make the things happen.If determined we can reach to the culmination.And it is not always neccessary to have the power,initially,in order to reach our aim as slowly we gain the power to accomplish our desires.If we believe in good,in virtue,in purity and in god then i believe no one can stop us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Start believing and lets see how far u can move on the basis of that believe and whatever happens never give up that believe.I can quote many example of mine to prove the phenomenon.Somedays before i needed someone so desparetly to help me because i was broken and lost.And coincidently i got my mentor.....great moment.He sugested me to just brace myself and i did.I have found myself lost in the battle field as Arjun and hoping for someone like krishn to enter my life.So this stroy has really strengthen my believe on believe itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So keep believing.....................have faith on your faiths and doubts on your doudts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-7991164859113410111?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/7991164859113410111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=7991164859113410111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7991164859113410111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7991164859113410111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/08/deeply-held-believes-always-make-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-2351847661756758196</id><published>2007-07-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:37:46.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small things ,Great Impact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as usual I and my friends wanted to go somehere.That somewhere always lead us to no where.So,ambiguosly we started our journey.After riding bikes for some time we decided the place where we finally wanted to go.We reached the place and enjoyed a lot .All the above things are not worth mentioning but written to make text intresting.what I really wanted to convey is something very small touched me so profoundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends,after taking food,want to eat maaze"bhutte".And here comes the character that has affected me greatly today.He is none other than the seller of maaze.Somewhere in him today i found real happiness.He was so humble,so simple and very diffcult to get noticed.Wrinkles of his face represented beauty of life.His face reflected joy and compelled me think the reason of his happiness.This man has no material belongings,no money and not even a shop to sell maaze.While sitting under the shade and selling maaze he found happiness.The man might have no great thoughts and all other big things which are generally talked about in today's world.His simplicity enthralled me.He was able to find happiness in very small things.just enjoying every drop to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oberserving him I found ourselves more perplexed in finding happiness.For us happiness is a moment that we are waitng for.It might be a good job,better salary,future security.Today I regret a bit to not to able to live a live without complexcities.We are succeded but not fullfilled ,we use big words just to increase complexcities.I had really forgotten that life is too simple to be made complex.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to that old man......and listen to me if you can by any ways.......keep doing the great job many more people are still waiting to decode your message of simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;And always remember simplicity is most diffcult thing to be practised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-2351847661756758196?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/2351847661756758196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=2351847661756758196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/2351847661756758196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/2351847661756758196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/07/small-things-great-impact-today-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-759909934924714096</id><published>2007-07-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:55:44.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAYERS HAVE POWER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers do have magical powers.Sometimes we fail to recognise power of prayers.We pray almost all the time knowinly or unknowingly.when we observe closely we find effects of our prayers too.For example during rainy season we pray that on working day,when we have to go out,it must not rain,and during weekends there must be huge rainfall.so,we also observe that rain falls more on weekdays as compared to working days.In our thoughts we always think about future and pray about what kind of person we want to be.Our continous prayers help reaching our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom we pray? we pray to a power,a belief or an almighty.We assume that some kind of great power is listening to us.We pray for others also.Benediction is usual from of prayer but sometimes maldiction becomes form of a prayer.whenever we are purtrubed by someone it becomes difficult to benedict for that person.And if really we maledict or benedict a person from deep inside our heart it transforms into a form of energy and have respective coseqences.So never insult or abuse poor and weak people remember that they also have a heart.Always try to help them because you need their best wishes in fullfiling your great dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-759909934924714096?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/759909934924714096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=759909934924714096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/759909934924714096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/759909934924714096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayers-have-power-prayers-do-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-593548318892254696</id><published>2007-07-01T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:54:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God always have different plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ever we lose something whether love or a battle, they always say that god might have different plans.They also say sometimes we don't get what we desire is because we deserve more .These are not the sentences for merely satisfing who has lost but are very true.God wants us to suffer a bit more pain than others .So that we have more value for what we got. He tests your perseverance.whenever we get rejected we come close for his selection.He wants to see how well we managed when we go through hell.After a series of rejections and pains he accept us.So,if life has thrown a sharp coner in your way be happy because you are god's chosen one.He has seen some creative genious in you and that's why wants to tumble you.Always remember"TO LIVE GREATLY YOU MUST RISK GREATLY,SMALL RISKS LEAD TO A SMALL LIFE".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-593548318892254696?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/593548318892254696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=593548318892254696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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decisions on your own&lt;br /&gt;figthing untill you have won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people won't take care&lt;br /&gt;face them with dare&lt;br /&gt;remember be quick flair&lt;br /&gt;oppurtunities may be rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better the loser you are&lt;br /&gt;greater winner you will be&lt;br /&gt;if you have nothing today&lt;br /&gt;don't bother,be happy rather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pendulum of luck swings&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow you may get twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope is only your weapon&lt;br /&gt;fighting hard what ever happens&lt;br /&gt;dark clouds will be shattered&lt;br /&gt;as the bright sunshine scatters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live your dreams&lt;br /&gt;as dreams are the real things&lt;br /&gt;with will power as your wings&lt;br /&gt;fly higher before it slings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-7303709648818191232?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/7303709648818191232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=7303709648818191232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7303709648818191232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7303709648818191232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/07/walk-alone-in-battle-field-called-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-9155801214957673626</id><published>2007-06-28T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T06:00:01.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ALONE BUT NOT LONELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucess can make u feel lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leaving you with you only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes we fail to show attentiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when we overflow with happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;defeat can make u isolated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seperating u from urs closely related&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even in our sorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its others sympathy that we don't borrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our anger ends at shame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when their is no one for us to blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we don't respect others at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thinking that will make us small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we don't see others pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;only worried about our own gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;leaving people who love us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and following those we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our feelings have made us too greedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and are responsible for our lonliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray for all of us that may we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just be alone but not lonely.........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-9155801214957673626?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/9155801214957673626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=9155801214957673626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/9155801214957673626'/><link rel='self' 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lord&lt;br /&gt;an emperor of my will&lt;br /&gt;or a warrior who moves uphill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;a broken star&lt;br /&gt;or a burning sun&lt;br /&gt;a sound of river&lt;br /&gt;or silence of an ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;have i found myself&lt;br /&gt;or while searching&lt;br /&gt;i destroyed thyself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a question i often&lt;br /&gt;ask to me&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;a mistake of doer of deeds&lt;br /&gt;or a creation  done by creator's heed&lt;br /&gt;a fony man of future&lt;br /&gt;or a holly song sung by nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwer me god............................... who am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-4328514330792949365?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-4429964882568103155</id><published>2007-03-03T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:23:42.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sleep less ....... work hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once the time will pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u can't complete your task&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;questions  u urself must ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days are gone for bask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep less...... work hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's your own security&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that u must guard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time has come to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hit the hardest hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepless....... work hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one thing always seen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gretest satisfation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comes from hardest work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nights that u will spend  working today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will decide ur destiny tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepless........workhard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;hard work is no myth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it's tendency to go with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it's written in shastras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;nothing will pay u more than purushartra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sleepless and dream more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sleep less.... work hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-4429964882568103155?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/4429964882568103155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=4429964882568103155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4429964882568103155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4429964882568103155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleep-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-6956744279711552194</id><published>2007-03-03T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:11:29.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what is a dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          it takes moment to see a dream.(desire)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                           it takes months  to initiate and implement  them.(dedication)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          and  it takes years to complete it.(determination)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                         dreams=3ds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-6956744279711552194?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/6956744279711552194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=6956744279711552194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6956744279711552194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6956744279711552194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-dream-it-takes-moment-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-6388918330810543150</id><published>2007-03-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:06:29.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;travel the road less travelled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many more worlds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still to be conquered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many golden paths &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still to be measured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still remained unsung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plenty of great works&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still remained unappriciated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's fear of travelling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new roads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that has made me sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have forgotten the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;metal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of which we are made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;facing stroms has never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made a tree weak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it shows their courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the stroms were harder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were standing at their peak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still many new friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are waiting for u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are the windows of  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0ppurtunity &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open for u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there lies a begining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in every end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even end says that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have ended &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as new ways are  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still to be  amended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-6388918330810543150?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/6388918330810543150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=6388918330810543150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6388918330810543150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/6388918330810543150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/03/travel-road-less-travelled-many-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-7908924803210589617</id><published>2007-02-12T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T07:27:53.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T ASK ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;once i have told to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the things near u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what r my feelings about u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so,ask to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flowing winds which touches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the blowing trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which u see every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ask to the sunshine and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the lime light too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ask to twinkling stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the blue skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and deep oceans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ask them questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they may answer u more profoundly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;about how stronger and purer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is the bond between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the two souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these seasons are changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to convey a message from me to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where ever u are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these winds, stars,oceans and skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;must teel u the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why they gaze at u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;once I told them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;motions of my emotions for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will stop never and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i will love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-7908924803210589617?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/7908924803210589617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=7908924803210589617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7908924803210589617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/7908924803210589617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-ask-me-dont-ask-me-how-much-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-4931518222577913158</id><published>2007-01-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T06:12:51.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone so close to you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some people are so close to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but their feelings u never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they keep telling u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how much they love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but,u never worth them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unknowingly u always hurt them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u don't realize when they r close to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that they r so close to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they r priceless gifts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;given to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u come to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how deeper the reletion was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only when they go apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something is left in ur heart unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now the bridge can't be made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it hurts u as if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u have lost an eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so,for the god's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't let it happen with u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after all love is only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a rational act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the more u give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more u get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-4931518222577913158?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/4931518222577913158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=4931518222577913158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4931518222577913158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/4931518222577913158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2007/01/someone-so-close-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-116625134521724758</id><published>2006-12-15T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:43:29.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATION OF THE GOD&lt;br /&gt;She is always there(my mother)&lt;br /&gt;no matter how dark the night be&lt;br /&gt;how gloomy hte days be&lt;br /&gt;how dampened the spirits be&lt;br /&gt;she is always there&lt;br /&gt;In the deepest of my breaths&lt;br /&gt;In the auspicious moment of my success&lt;br /&gt;In slightest of my pains&lt;br /&gt;In the smallest of my achievements&lt;br /&gt;She is always there&lt;br /&gt;she is synonym of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;she is paradigm of completeness&lt;br /&gt;she is symbol of almighty&lt;br /&gt;she is acme of greatness&lt;br /&gt;and I am obliged&lt;br /&gt;she is always there&lt;br /&gt;she is non other&lt;br /&gt;O,I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;she is my MOTHER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-116625134521724758?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/116625134521724758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=116625134521724758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/116625134521724758'/><link rel='self' 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banjayunga&lt;br /&gt;mein anhi hun premi &lt;br /&gt;pyar ek din mein banjayunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meine dekhe hain mere bahut se roop &lt;br /&gt;har roop hai mera&lt;br /&gt;en sab roopu me mein zinda hun&lt;br /&gt;sochta, hun zindagi ek din mein banjayunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein nahi hun zyaani &lt;br /&gt;zyaan ek din mein banjayunga&lt;br /&gt;mein nahi hun rahi&lt;br /&gt;raah ek din me banjayunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ki raah par chal rha hun&lt;br /&gt;manzil ki talash me&lt;br /&gt;ho sakta hai manzil ek din mein banjayunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koshish kar rha hun mein dundne ki&lt;br /&gt;wo param saty&lt;br /&gt;jisko pakar me purnd ho gayunja&lt;br /&gt;is duniya me jageh pane ka mohtaj nahi hun&lt;br /&gt;logon ek dilon me jagah banana chahta hun&lt;br /&gt;har aadmi ko jo dusre se jod de&lt;br /&gt;wo adrush band ek din me bangaunga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-116625083839942407?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/116625083839942407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=116625083839942407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/116625083839942407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/116625083839942407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/12/mein-kaun-hun-mein-nahi-hun-kavi.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-116426856894105626</id><published>2006-11-22T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:56:27.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHO WILL CRY WHEN YOU WILL DIE?&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing book by Robin.S.Sharama.In this he asks a very simple question that who will cry when you will die?there is an old sanskrit adage that "When you born,you cried and whole world rejoiced,so live your life in such a way that when you will die,whole world will cry and you rejoice".You have privilage to walk on this great planet,so while your journey how much lives have you touched?what difference have you made on others life?What's the purpose of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Purpose of life is a purposful life.I tell you a simple story.Once a saint ask a student:that what do you do?he replied"I study".saint asked"for what do you study?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied"to get passed.Why do u wanted to get passed?asked the saint.To get a nice job replied the student.Why do you wanted a job?He replied to get money.saint asked why do you wanted to get money.he replied"To live the life".Now saint asked the last question ythat"why do you wanted to live?At this time the student has no answer..........He was quite.These the real codition of the people ,they lack the real purpose of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;One more example to prove my point.Once a world famous personality was travelling in a trian.There comes a TC to check his tictket,but he can't find it anywhere and he told to TC that he has lost the ticket and now what should he do?Tc replied"I can trust u sir,whole world knows you.The gentle replied that"it's OK but I am worried because I don't know where am i going?I don'tknow my destination that's why i am searching my tictket.The same is ours condtion we are travelling in the train that's your life and we don't know your destination and we all will get down at the last station where ourlife ends.&lt;br /&gt;So,please live your life with choice not by chance.live yourlife with decision not by default.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-116426856894105626?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/116426856894105626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=116426856894105626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/116426856894105626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/116426856894105626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-will-cry-when-you-will-die-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115772804986103545</id><published>2006-09-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T08:35:04.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW TO KILL NEGATIVE FORCES&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we are in crowd your negative ambience comprises negetive and positive forces borh.It depends on an individual ,how he behaves when he encounters extreme negativity.Negativity is the most deletrios of all mind stimulants.Only a mite negative thought is capable of of creating a debacle in your lives.One must accept the bitter truth that one can't completely escape from the people who carries abundance of negativity with them and the pessimists.These people are curse to human society and are spreading the most fatal disease called negetivity.&lt;br /&gt;To fight against these negative influences the only power we innocent people have is knowledge.If we are complete in ourselves and if we know the reality behind the existence we can't be influenced by these people.The basic problem with the innocent people is that they lacy knowlegde and as a result they lack courage.Knowledge is the only way to courage.courage makes us able to fight with every negativity with probity.&lt;br /&gt;Often these sorrunding negetivities are delusions.Hallucination caused by such petty thoughts are so detrimental that they causes paranoia.And a paranoid person become so miserable that as these unreal negetivities overcome his great potential and abilities .Even a smallest of stone appears like a mountain in his way.&lt;br /&gt;There is no law against these greatest criminals who sow the seeds of slow death ,called nagativity, in the minds of other people.Beware of these people untill you gather enough knowledge to face such people.The secert weapon against these hdden enemies is knowledge.They are called the hidden enemies because they not usually litterally confronts us.They can assualt us from the way that we never expected.&lt;br /&gt;Manytimes we face emotional crisis.Only a few people support you at that time.Even some of your acquiance try to make fun of your condition.and when you have overcame that situation and ready to face all the chalenges,these people starts you reminding about the earlier days when you were not capable of doing what you can now.Earlier,if you were timid,it doesn't means that you can't be bold and pluck in future.But,these inflexible and pig headed people will neither change themselves nor let you change.So,don't even give a thought on their comments about you.They will always remind you about your past and will not miss any chance to pull your leg.It's the most important,that what you say to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;One must face these people with amock but with compassion.The people who themselves are confused about their own purpose and goal are only the people that will distract you.A preson whose aim is well defined will try to transgress in others territory illicitly.He is so involved in his work that ,he has no time to pull others leg or try to create his supermacy on others.these people are at fault and they are unaware of this fact,which makes them seriously ill.There is no remedy to treat them unless and untill they find teir own purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so doleful whaenever I think about the people which have narrow mindedness and materialistic thinking.They horribly lack their conscience,often they are mentally paralised.&lt;br /&gt;When we move forward towards achievement of your goals the most negative thing that glue us to mediocrity is your past.We tend to listen to the people who were the part of your failure in the past and we look yourself again in your previous image of a loser.But ,one must remember thet it doesn't matters what others say about you,but what matters is what you have to say about yourself.Appropriately said by great teacher sarvepalli Radhakrishnan that"The worst sinner ahe future,even as the greatest saint has had past.no noe iis so good or so bad as he imagines".&lt;br /&gt;Failure is  anything,whether in business,sudies,sports must be faced with a rise smile.A man who laughs on his every failure is the most difficult man to be defeated in the world.The greatest success are the stories of great failures.Failures are the stepping stones towards success.Every failure teaches us somethingAnd success of a person depends on not how he behaves in his success days ,but how he behaves in his unsuccessful days.A great success is hidden in the smallest of failures,decipher it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a protective aegis around your mind to fight this negetivity.Once you have build it then there will be no problem in facing them and you will influence them with your positivity.Till then you must tolerate them and on the other hand keep your positivity building,slowly and surely you will win.Winner is the most persevering.Tolerance will give you a power ,a power that can move mountains.Courage and self-awareness are the most ballastic weapons that you have.Rrespect yourself,love yourself ,know yourself and your profession.The true profession of a man is to his way to himself.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is apprehensive,its our fera that gives strenght to the things that treaten us.Think about the things that you fear about and analise that ,are they really worth giving such a great improtance.The only cause of your happiness and sarrow is your own conscience.We have made a tendency to find miseries in great happiness.Always be happy,be happy today ,as we can always turn to dimay.Don't fear with your created fears,fight with them and conquer them.&lt;br /&gt;A cruel can't be defeated by cruelity&lt;br /&gt;A sinner can't be defeated by sin&lt;br /&gt;Anger can't be defeated by anger&lt;br /&gt;hatered can't be defeated by hatered&lt;br /&gt;jealously can't be defeated by jealously&lt;br /&gt;defeat,&lt;br /&gt;cruel by compassion&lt;br /&gt;sin by purity&lt;br /&gt;Anger by calmness&lt;br /&gt;hatered by love&lt;br /&gt;Jealously by affection.&lt;br /&gt;Just raise your level and whole life will become beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115772804986103545?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115772804986103545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115772804986103545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115772804986103545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115772804986103545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-kill-negative-forces-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115745178039357201</id><published>2006-09-05T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:40:13.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE SUPREME QUEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;My supreme quest has just began.The most interesting of all quests.I have read about and observed the lives of many great personalities.They all have a great magnetic field in their proximity.They could eaisly decipher the mind stimulants of an ordinary human being.They witness existence of god in themselves at every moment of time.These preternatural people have a great potential to precieve intituively the hidden secerts.I am searching the secert behind the success of every great individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made narendra "Swamivivekanand"?&lt;br /&gt;What made acharya rajnish "Osho"?&lt;br /&gt;What made Mohan das "Mahatama"?&lt;br /&gt;How long was their journey from ordinary to extraordinary?How they build their characters to reach the pinnacle of human demeanour?&lt;br /&gt;what were their personality traits?&lt;br /&gt;how this existenece touched them?&lt;br /&gt;and how they realize their purpose?&lt;br /&gt;How they mastered the situations rather to be mastered by situations?&lt;br /&gt;how they follow knowledge an din turn fun followed them?&lt;br /&gt;These are all mystic meanings I suppose, but someday they will be revealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115745178039357201?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115745178039357201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115745178039357201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115745178039357201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115745178039357201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/09/supreme-quest-my-supreme-quest-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-115625000349612846</id><published>2006-08-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:01:40.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;WE THE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are strenght,we are power,but we are not aware and we are fighting with each other on some meaningless issues.If united we can change whatever we want.But its a natural phenomenon that differentiation is eaiser than integration .A maths student may eaisly understand that differentiation is eaiser that integration.Similarly,it is also very difficult to unite the people while very simple to divide them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a ocean?it is a collection of various water drops.Each and every person in this world is a drop of ocean ,and world as a whole can be regarded as ocean.Its true that we all cannot unite yet we part of this ocean.How?first taking a concise example of a class,it contitutes various types of students some are studious,some study very hard but don't get respective marks,some always makes the whole class laugh,some r not interested in taking part in any activities,many making their own groups,etc.Now, let us suppose that if all these started behaving in the same way and every one agrees on what other says.Then there will not be any ethusiasam in the class.Similarly,a college has same features,then coming to society.Society is also a group of individuals.A society is called a society because of presence of individuals,in this group of individuals rich, poor,middle class are included.now,think if every one is rich and having same amount of wealth,then society can't be defined. similarly nation and whole world.&lt;br /&gt;When we asked about the world's most power ful man,generally we point ur finger towards the President of US.He is also a drop of this very ocean.In an ocean we see all drops are not at same level some in the middle,some at the bottom,some at the top.And he is not at all powerful without us like a king can't be a king without people in his kingdom.Each and every drop of this ocean can reach to top with the help of other drops present in ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I have, here presented a point of veiw which can be accepted with further more knowledge on this topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115625000349612846?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115625000349612846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115625000349612846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115625000349612846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115625000349612846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-people-we-are-strenghtwe-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-115623002041126484</id><published>2006-08-21T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:56:06.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Often we hear a lot of comments from people aroud us,some say u r trustworthy,some say ur cute,other may say ur over smart,some say u cheat,ur arrogant,ur way of talking is stupid and many more comments that we get from our friends,colleage,relatives and other people also.Many of them are positive and many of them are negative.These all are their view points and many of them don't think before uttering them.When you face some bitter comments,you&lt;/span&gt; are put to a test.A test that how you handle yourself .Thses may distract you and even can encourage you.&lt;br /&gt;At this time you must think ,how true are the comments made on you and more importantly who has made it.Many a times these are worthless but pay heed to it,as its our tendency to listen whatever people say and to act accordingly.We often don't take our own opinion.We must ask ourself that whatever is said aptly suit on us.If yes then to a what extent and what can we do to change it ,if we lack something.If you know what's ur purpose ,you can't be distracted. People will comment on every thing that you do openly or at ur back .But u must remmeber that one can't be perfect ,we are in a journey towards perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You must work on the loopholes of your personalites.First analyze your position and then list the habits that you can amend.Then start working on this and one day surely u will discover a change in urself.I have just reminded a beautiful phrase,and I must end my article with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the drops of water gradually fill up the pitcher,&lt;br /&gt;so do knowledge,knowledge virtue and wealth accumulate&lt;br /&gt;little by little by little...........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115623002041126484?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115623002041126484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115623002041126484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115623002041126484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115623002041126484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-you-have-to-say-about-you-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-115610535807777653</id><published>2006-08-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:02:09.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VISIT MY DREAM LAND:WHERE PASSION IS THE CULTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am passionate about my own speed.I always find myself lost in thoughts.I happy in my own world and invite you all to visit it.I sometimes laugh loudly in solitude,sometimes I dance haphazardly,sometimes I sing erratically,sometimes I cry innocently and believe me I enjoy doing all this.It gives me a great pleasure ,it connects me to purpose of my life.In this way I celebrate the festival of life.Dancing to tune of life and having a definate purpose is what all needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always some kind of things in people's life about which they are passionate.Some are passionate for money,some for love,some form art,some for music and above all some are paasionate about life.I have seen people chortle, having pondered over some whimsical thought.The way of their living is based on happiness .They wanted happiness whatever be the conditions,what ever be the situations,and its the most easy and effective way to live.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in true freedom not complete freedom.Yes,this are different terms.Complete freedom can destroy you,if you are completely free to do everything on your will you may not enjoy it.While,true freedom is the that you can think whatsoever you can but their must be a definate procedure in doing so.Whenever kite rises higher in the sky ,it has freedom but it can't survive over there if given complete freeedom.Similarly we have given liberties but if we take undue advantage of them we will collapse.&lt;br /&gt;In my dream land a want to see a more awakened person,awakened about his duties and goal.My dream land is not somewhere far away from htis earth but it is where I am .And I will be praying each and every moment to god to make my this dream of universal awareness true.I want this land to change into my dream land but we to face the harsh realities that considering the contemprary situation its very diffcult.But may be on someday this miracle will happen and may all of us will be the witness of this.On this great note I conclude this article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115610535807777653?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115610535807777653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115610535807777653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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upto their potentials and abilities.They don't try enough to realize that what they have got inside them.Abilities ,talents and potentials can not be hidden,but one must try to work on them.If one contineously works on them he will definately get fruitful results.We try one time ,two times and maximum ten times and give it away.&lt;br /&gt;While writng on this interesting topic two examples flashed in my mind.first is a story of a man who was fond of teasure hunt.Once he read about a place where lot of gold can be found.He instantly started the journey.After two days of continous travel he reached the place.Here his workers started digging .After a period of two to three days,they found glod.This man was very happy .Before starting the teasure he had taken money from some of his well wishers. After having found he returned all his loan and still he found more gold.They keep on digging and after some time the gold disappeared.They digged for a day more and then this man sadly returned back.He sold all his equipments to a junk men.&lt;br /&gt;The junk men was more clever than expected.He called an engineer to further investigate the land.The engineer found an another way just three foot near where former stopped.Junk men deligthed,he started digging and found the gold stock once again.At last he accumulated great riches as his has perseverance and paitients to dig three feet further.Similar case is our's we stop three feet before the finishing line and return back to what we were.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I want to give you an analogy between our lives and a kit of cards.Every kit has fifty two cards and each of kit has four aces.These four aces are the greatest moments of success in our lives.As we start turning the cards some find the four aces early and some find them later.some people try turning the cards till fourty eight card and then give up ,but these unfortunates don't know that last four were four aces which they were finding.&lt;br /&gt;similarly we don't delve inside us the hidden talents , abilties and potentials&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115598109534843985?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115598109534843985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115598109534843985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115598109534843985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115598109534843985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-stop-in-midway-we-see-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-115598100624047990</id><published>2006-08-19T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T06:32:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;REKINDLING THE INNER FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's the use of rekindling the inner fire?Is a man who only breaths is alive?Is he healthy who is not lying not the bed due to illness?Are the miserable people innocent?There is a long list of such questions.I am complled to ask them because I can't resist myself to give their answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is called living when he knows his purpose of living at every moment.A person is healthy when his mind is full of healthy and joyous thoughts.People want to be called miserable so that they look innocent.They make themselves miserable and blame whole world for their miseries.They don't want to get ride of their miseries as when they look miserable every one give them importance.If they look carefree and joyful no one will notice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the age of fifteen years the inner fire tends to extinguish.It's the most creative part of our lives.We build vocabulary of our mother language in this period.After a long time of passing this age we never try to ignite the inner fire.they main reason for that is we don't feel comfortable with surroundings.One must not think that I need better family,I need better parents,better brothers and sisters,better freinds.Instead he must accept that this is what I have and I have to do my best in this conditions only.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of thought can rekindle the extinguished inner fire.Otherwise it will be very difficult to enjoy life. People get older as their life progresses but a person who has rekindle the inner fire grows younger with growing age.If you don't believe this, try on it on urself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115598100624047990?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115598100624047990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115598100624047990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115598100624047990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115598100624047990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/rekindling-inner-fire-whats-use-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-115596357709392951</id><published>2006-08-18T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T07:02:41.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;DUAL PERSONALITY:THE OTHER SIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We all posses dual personality.There are various types of personalities but mainly two:One when we are in crowd and other when we are in solitude.when people are around us we are in the influence of their thought impluses and we act accordingly.We always receive some impulses from various people some of them are negative and some of them are positive. While,in the solitude we get maximum concentration and our efficiency is maximum.Its in solitude we can find the other self as we here smallest of voice of our conscience.But many of the people in their complete life span never get familiar with their other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we may look very funny in the crowd but the other side may be different.It may be creative and harding working.We find the other side just opposite to the personality what we have in crowd.One should work to syncronise both the personalities to live a balanced life.We can turn over from one personality to another ,but it needs practice.Changing from one personality to the other personality is essential and is required most of the times .&lt;br /&gt;If we make it a habit it helps in a greatway.There are various people whom we come across daily .Every one has his own personaltiy each has some or the other thinking patterns.Each and every one's thinking process can be judged looking to their facial expression and body language.Which are also affected by the personalities.Body language of a person is different in public and different when he is alone.One should give enough time in analyzing both the personalities and use them efficiently enough to progress.&lt;br /&gt;I know its a very interesting topic.It will provide a different dimension to your personality if studied carefully enough.I am waiting for your comments,you can add so many things to this topic as its mere a starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115596357709392951?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115596357709392951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115596357709392951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115596357709392951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115596357709392951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/dual-personalitythe-other-side-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-115592310148473287</id><published>2006-08-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:52:05.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONCE LIFE CAME TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can I forget&lt;/span&gt; that auspicious moment&lt;br /&gt;Once life came to me&lt;br /&gt;to remind me a promise&lt;br /&gt;That I made long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me&lt;br /&gt;That she is so precious&lt;br /&gt;And for her I&lt;br /&gt;She carries an abundance energy&lt;br /&gt;The energy of seven oceans&lt;br /&gt;Energy of all motions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled the promise&lt;br /&gt;I made promise to serve life&lt;br /&gt;To dance on life's tune&lt;br /&gt;To change every big misfortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminded me my pledge&lt;br /&gt;Oh,after a long age&lt;br /&gt;That I forget in this materialistic land&lt;br /&gt;Many destroyed lives still to be mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what a calm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I am touched with a magical healing&lt;br /&gt;I had been digressing at random&lt;br /&gt;After an eternity I got momenteum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I lived thousand lives in a second&lt;br /&gt;A joy with which I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;My supreme quest is at its end&lt;br /&gt;Today ,I found a hidden way&lt;br /&gt;A way to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115592310148473287?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115592310148473287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115592310148473287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115592310148473287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115592310148473287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-life-came-to-me-how-can-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115591796356404277</id><published>2006-08-18T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:21:21.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;CREATIVITY AT ITS PEAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Creativity is a vast topic.Every human being is creative,he creates many things but he is unware.In every single work we create something.We are bound to create as our creator has created us differently.All human beings are different in their own.We all have different choices,different handwritings,different problems,different finger prints,different voice tones and every individual has his own entity due to all these differences.Now having said that you have recognized your uniqueness and tendency to create whenever you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity has two definations:one is spiritual and other is materialistic.Spiritual definations says that if you do anything which gives you happiness is creativity.when you sing a song for yourself ,when you dance for yourself,when you recognise the beauty of creator these all gives you happiness.These all actions are not affected as they are not done to impress others.&lt;br /&gt;As we are living in a materialistic world here the defination of creativity changes.Its a human resource that can be sold.All painters ,advertisers,film makers,actors,poets and lyrisists are not only the creative people but people like CEO,Marketing Managers ,Sales managers are also creative.The later find out the solutions of various problems faced in buisness ane this aslo requires a great creativity.&lt;br /&gt;There is no limit to creativity.Our subconcious mind and "creative imagination"(the sixth sense) are the reserviours of thoughts.When we are with friends joking and bantering we create some spontaneous jokes and everyone does it.Its astounding to know that we all can create.But many of us are ignorantly blaming themselves that they are dumb and praising others for their gerat works based on creativity.We waste most of time in singing glory for others,but never try to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is an attribute of winners.If you can create something out of nothing ,no wonder u are a genious.Start creating,this is a time to wake up from great slumber.Find out the hidden creative power inside you.Cerativity gives you a power of changing every defeat into victory.Creativity helps you in finding hidden secrets and different ways of solving pratical problems.Be Creative,Be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115591796356404277?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115591796356404277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115591796356404277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115591796356404277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115591796356404277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/creativity-at-its-peak-creativity-is_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115581362471061399</id><published>2006-08-17T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:38:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(dedicated to the respected former prime minister Atal Behari Vajpyee's I don't sing song)&lt;br /&gt;WHY DON'T YOU SING SONG&lt;br /&gt;O, dear prime minister&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sing song&lt;br /&gt;Are the mysteries so confound&lt;br /&gt;don't these scars sing song&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their sounds&lt;br /&gt;As deep the wounds&lt;br /&gt;more deeper meanings being found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pains too sing song&lt;br /&gt;Even breaking glass makes melodious sound&lt;br /&gt;These meanings are so profound&lt;br /&gt;That can be infered only on magical grounds&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;many are not aware&lt;br /&gt;He smiles at every suffering that we suffer&lt;br /&gt;Pains are the only keys to shackles&lt;br /&gt;Just look up sir&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you find salvation near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115581362471061399?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115581362471061399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115581362471061399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115581362471061399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115581362471061399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/dedicated-to-respected-former-prime.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115574110525475280</id><published>2006-08-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T07:24:52.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FROM COWARDICE TO COURAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that we are living in the age of cowards.In earlier days people had physical and mental strenght to fight face to face.They openly annouce war to their enemy.But nowdays we are following the policy of "hide and attack".This is true not only physically but mentally too.We never declare war against our enemy openly we slowly make him realize that we don't want his good.He remains our friend and we neither accept him nor reject him.This ambigouos nature of our's is a mark of cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;We are angry but we don't show anger and this anger then comes out anyways.It may be on any remote person.This anger needs to be channelised in a more fruitful way.As said by mahatma gandhi that"From bitter of his experiences he has learned a supreme lesson as every enegy transforms from one from to another,so as we control our anger it converts into a energy that can move whole world."In your day to day life we come across many people.we are not always in same mood some times we are happy,sometimes sad ,sometimes frustrated.But,this all behaviours are the part of our lives.Whatever negative impulses we recieve must be transmitted into positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;Once we starts managing this thought impulses into more creative way our life slowly but surely changes.Many times we feel inferiority complex or people try to make us feel inferior .But one that remember that without our own permission no one and make us feel inferior.Its our soul that permits us to sell ourself short.A secert that not many people know and that is the secert of turning every defeat into a victory.How can one turn every defeat into victory?We take defeats very emotionally .It ruins our mind and we get distracted from our goal.But we see every defeat as a learning oppertunity we slowly move towards success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never accept defeat as a natural outcome,don't be a defeatist.Remember every defeat is a learning oppertunity.The biggest of success stories are the biggest of unsuccess stories.Success at last comes to he most persevering.A person who has power to withstand any kind of defeat and laughs at the face of defeat is bound to get sucess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115574110525475280?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115574110525475280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115574110525475280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115574110525475280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115574110525475280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-cowardice-to-courage-it-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32455626.post-115572299934814111</id><published>2006-08-16T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:50:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TEARS AND SUFFERINGS PAYS&lt;br /&gt;whenever I suffer or whenever I cry it makes me tougher than what I was in the past.A voice always comes form inside,when ever I am in extereme pain,that this suffering u suffer because u r not going to live like any other ordinary person on the earth .That you are made to do something exceptionally big.&lt;br /&gt;Tears give me strenght.They are my motivators.They tell me that humanity is made to support human not to destruct them or to exploit them .We must learn to enjoy tears and laugh on every suffering i.e. celebrate tears and sufferings they are to be enjoyed.A man who laughs on every defeat is the most diffcult person to defeat in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy life but remember we are made to do something.Something is always calling us please do listen that voice.As this voice is damped by loud noises all around.Try just a little bit to listen it and you will find greatest mission of your life. The purpose of life is life of purpose.Whenever you get free time,think that why you have been send to earth?and someday your soul will give you the answer.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY JOURNEY to all the friends who are already on the mission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115572299934814111?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115572299934814111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115572299934814111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115572299934814111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115572299934814111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/tears-and-sufferings-pays-whenever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115562196901568382</id><published>2006-08-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T10:45:55.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COMPLETENESS IS INCOMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;When an amatuer starts of a job he is very enthusiastic and passionate about it.He starts getting recognisation and success in that field .And one day he thinks that he has mastered the job.After a long period of his complecency he suddenly encounters a jaint of that field.At that time he realizes that how foolish he was to think that he has mastered the job.Now he thinks that there are still variuos aspects to be looked on and further more chances to raise the level of thinking.Once the pitcher that was completely filled with water of knowledge for him now looks empty.The knowledge is like an ocean you can't fill its water in a pither.&lt;br /&gt;We are also amatuers and will always remain amatuer as compared to the infinite knowledge of oceans.how can the numbers like millon,trillon,gega etc can be compared to infinite.As seen from the infinite's view zero,one,hundred ,thousand ,millon trillon etc. are very very less.Then is it so that zero must not do anything to approach millon or can trillon reach infinity some day.these thing can be compared with human beings and god.&lt;br /&gt;Infinite is analogies to god and different nos analogies to human beings.We all have different backgrounds when we born some are at zero others at millon some other just tending to infinity.but,if we die at the same platfrom on which we born we have wasted the most precious gift of life.zero must try to reach infinity and it can but in most of the cases if zero reaches to hundred he doesn't want to carry on further as he thinks that life has given him more than he expected.lets don't talk abt millons and trillons just think abt zero .Why zero has given up his race?In the period of one lifetime a zero can reach infinity.Just than think abt millons and trillons which can't reach infinity in that life span.We must not directly aim at infinity but slowly and surely on the path of self improvement we must have an idea to reach towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all the copyrights reserved by cavader.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115562196901568382?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115562196901568382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115562196901568382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115562196901568382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115562196901568382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/completeness-is-incomplete-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115562043771158296</id><published>2006-08-14T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:33:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY AFTER EVERY DEAD END&lt;br /&gt;A journey can never end at dead end&lt;br /&gt;As there is always a way after every dead end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the life's journey ends at death?&lt;br /&gt;No,death is not a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;It's a journey that may never end.&lt;br /&gt;As there is always a way after every dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the destruction of earth a dead end?&lt;br /&gt;No,there are other planets where life can be send.&lt;br /&gt;There are other rooms that can be lend.&lt;br /&gt;As there is always a way after every dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a journey&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where does it end,&lt;br /&gt;Or where does it starts off .&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to a journey that never began.&lt;br /&gt;As there is away a way after every dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are endless mysteries and secrets&lt;br /&gt;every journey is great&lt;br /&gt;Solution of one mystery is not an end&lt;br /&gt;Some secrets can never be transcend.&lt;br /&gt;As there is always a way after every dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this vicious circle never end&lt;br /&gt;The ends are endless after every dead end.&lt;br /&gt;To put end on endless ends is in man's hand&lt;br /&gt;But what to do he is unpardonably ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;As there is always a way after every dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all copy rights are reserved by cavader.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-32455626.post-115557032868778922</id><published>2006-08-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T03:26:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DREAMS ARE ALWAYS REAL :REALITY MAY NOT BE REAL&lt;br /&gt;You yourself have observed that when we are in deep sleep we suddenly start shouting a name or something else and when we open our eyes we find nothing.We thank god for that it is a mere dream.And when we in total control of ourself or say when we are concious most of the times we don't react to a situation in similar way as we do in deream. We take things more casually in so called reality.Every dream has its significance they are not there to be neglected.They say us many things in some of the forgotten language of ours.Sometimes we also realize something that once happened in past is being going on in front of us.In the world of dreams every thing is possible .Dreams are randomly arranged impulses of thought.&lt;br /&gt;If we try to make some permutations or combinations based on our present and past dreams we may trace out an event that is going to happen later or sooner with us.This topic has a great relevance to infinite intelligence. And it is very diffcult to make one uderstand untill one experience it on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are percieved intuitively by our sub concious mind .Sub concious mind which is the bridge between human intelligence and infinite intelligence.Real things are that on which we agree or act accordingly as said or experienced by other.Others experience can never be real for us.How can they be?they are usually based on facts or figures and facts &amp;amp; figures are never original thay are derived.&lt;br /&gt;This is a topic which seems to be fantastically improbable.Still their is room for further research over it.Waiting for your comments on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all copyrights are reserved by cavader.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-32455626.post-115545084022312851</id><published>2006-08-12T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:38:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETEST&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to give some of my views on success and way to success.I know that we all are in the process of gaining knowledge.We are all knowledgable but not wise.Its our time to gain knowledge and share it with all.As my friend Anjul says sharing is the world's best job.We all acquire knowledge through our six senses .And we all have a different ways of looking the same thing.So,the repeatation of thoughts takes place but utimately thoughts belongs to those who represent it most accurately and efficiently.I am also trying for the same in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE SCARED BUT DON'T BE COWARD&lt;br /&gt;Success can't be a checkered or a windfall.It's a very calculated phenomenon.If we have the toughest of gob in front us.I have used the word"thougest" as nothing is impossible even impossible says i'm possible.Never give up by seeing its complexities rather calculate the work required to be done for it .And whether you have acquired enough knowledge to do it or not.Once when u start doing the work u must have a bit of fear as it prevents over confidence.This fear is not your enemy but act as a catalyst in your success reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SPOONGE PHENOMENON&lt;br /&gt;We must able to gain knowledge from anywhere from every remote fellow.Its on us that what kind of knowledge we are interested in.It may be logical,conceptual or spiritual.Spoonge teaches us a lot.When we try to acquire the knowledge we must act like a spoonge .It soaks water ot its limit whenever dipped in.when we deliver the same knowledge it must be like as if spoonge is being squeezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS,HAPPINESS,FAME AND RICHES&lt;br /&gt;Every happy person is not rich.Every rich is not happy.Rich are not always famous and famous are not always successful.The combination of success,happiness,fame and riches is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME WEAKNESSES OF MINE&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't lose cofidence seeing toughest of job in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I could not forget anything .Rather I am not ready to forget anything.&lt;br /&gt;I have a great tendency to endure pain w/o leting anyone to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;I can understand thoughest of the literary works and try to implement them.&lt;br /&gt;I take everything seriously yet laughingly.&lt;br /&gt;Meri bhi ek zid hai ae zindagi.Aashiyan wahin banunga jha hamesha bhuchaal aata hai.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confused that either these are my weakness or forte .Let me know your view on this whole blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all the 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title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115536838931107267</id><published>2006-08-12T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:40:55.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE KNOCK Once sitting alone in the house I was lost in the thoughts.Suddenly I heard a knock on the door Knock! Knock! I went to door and opened it .But, I found no one present over there.I closed the door and went back to my place.After sometime I again heard a knock! and again when I opened the door I found no one.Seems to be a horror plot but don't worry its spiritual plot.I went back and now for the third time I heard the knock this time I opened the door and I doesn't close it when I found no one.At that moment a thought just struck my mind.That someone is knocking the door each and every time and this are the doors of our body.The existence itself is knocking the doors of our body to awake our soul which has been lost somewhere.Existence itself is celebrating each &amp;amp; every moment as a festival and it wants us to recognize the same tihng.But we poor people are still not aware of the very fact.Existence says love yourself.But,we are busy in finding some else love for ourselves.First love yourselves ,as we are the most beautiful creatures ever made by the god.God himself is surprised abt the kind of powers that he has given to us.But we fail to recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started searching god in temples,mountain ranges,forests and all around the world.But,ironically he resides in us.So, friends love yourselves to find the god.AS u love ur self u love the god inside u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,ask to your self where this existenece touched you today.our relationship with existence deepens when we laugh,sing,dance bare footed in rain or when we cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all copy rights are reserved by cavader.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115536838931107267?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115536838931107267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOME QUOTABLE QUOTES&lt;br /&gt;One must know that :&lt;br /&gt;Gentlenees is stronger than severity,that water is stronger than rocks,that love is stronger than force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a supreme lesson from bitter of my experiences to conserve my anger and as heat is conserved is transmitted into energy,even so our anger cotrolled can be transmitted into a power that can move the world.&lt;br /&gt;by Mahatma gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More gold has been mined from the minds of people than ever mined from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mind is a great slumbering power unless and untill awakened by a great resolve and a keen desire to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought impulse in the universe is repeated yet original to one who first find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not human beings having spiritual experience.Instead we are spiritual beings having human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absence of war is peace or absence of peace is war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the life of caterpiller is beinging of the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the qoutes written above are the thoughts and on each of above thoughts a blog can be written.If u have some ideas over this quotes I would be glad to receive them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115532823718094207?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115532823718094207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115532823718094207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115532823718094207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115532823718094207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-quotable-quotes-one-must-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115530373354482969</id><published>2006-08-11T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:02:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE MESSAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers to all questions that I ask to myself are given by my soul sooner or later .What's the aim of our existence in the world?God has made us to realize that we are the most beautiful creatures ever made in this cosmos .But its our mental conciseness which hampers our growth towards self actualisation.We always have a chance to talk to our superior self but we don't even bother about it.We never get the time to know the power that reside in ourself.&lt;br /&gt;God always tried to give us a message but we never tried to listen it.The message that god has given is that "we are complete in ourselves".We don't need others to say that we are complete.We may need others people to satisfy our corporeal needs.But,spiritually we are complete.If,we recognize our powers and start delving the answers of complex questions in ourselves we will definately get the answers.Our superior self which is very near to god instead god itself will help us to find purpose of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Remember we all are here for a reason.Our life is not a rehersal.Life is a precious gift don't spoil it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115530373354482969?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115530373354482969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115530373354482969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115530373354482969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115530373354482969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/message-answers-to-all-questions-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115513513961380579</id><published>2006-08-09T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T03:25:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A WAR : MESSAGE OF PEACE After asking so many questions to myself now I have started getting the answers.Questions like how to enjoy each and every moment of life?,how to create a megaliving?I have just got a thought .A thought which can change your lives .I have have observed a beautiful thing that is going on for every moment of the time we live. It happens all the time in our mind and goes around the world continously.The beauty of life is that we observe smallest of thing after a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Well,I am talking about a fight,a war."A War" u will ask how can a war change the life of people?but this war has been going on from prehistoric times and sooner or later the stronger and better will win.&lt;br /&gt;This war is between positive and negative thoughts that rise in our minds.Always positive thoughts will win for sure.But,we must provide strenght to positive thoughts.The existence of life after terrorist attacks and natural calamity proves that positivity wins.&lt;br /&gt;The cosmos itself is made up of a medium called ether.Ether is large collection of all the thougths.Each and every thought is present in it.Its on us what kind of thoughts we select.If we select positive thoughts cotinously we acquire a power.A power that can destroy every negetivity that comes in its vicinity.PT are the basis of life and to live life peacefully one must create a bundle of positivety around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all copy rights are reserved by cavader.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115513513961380579?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115513513961380579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115513513961380579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115513513961380579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115513513961380579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/war-message-of-peace-after-asking-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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-32455626.post-115513321739167401</id><published>2006-08-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T07:48:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MIND THE SUPER POWER OF MIND Today,I have experienced the power of my mind .Determination of our mind can move mountains.I can change the world around me and for that only I have to condition my mind.My mind says every goal can be achieved and every mind impulse transformed into its material equivalent.But,this things do not come by mere thought ,one must get up and do the hard work to achieve them .Our mind is a workplace and it develops as the positive thougths are worked upon.Our mind can be compared with our muscles.As muscles can't be worked out in a single night likewise,our brain also require continous practice.Our mind is most delicate workplace.Only a single negative thought can demage it.One must master the art of self improvement to develop mind.No one is perfect and kaizen(self improvement) is way to perfection.Perfection can't be achieved but this journey towards perfection brings ultimate happiness.Our mind has a capability of solving each of our problems but we fail to recognize it."Our mind is a great slumbering power unless and untill awakened by a great resolve and a keen desire to do so".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32455626-115513321739167401?l=cavader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/feeds/115513321739167401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32455626&amp;postID=115513321739167401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115513321739167401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32455626/posts/default/115513321739167401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cavader.blogspot.com/2006/08/mind-super-power-of-mind-todayi-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Parag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09907181271812502782</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></feed>
