<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994</id><updated>2009-11-29T09:55:22.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in words...............</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-5430845408210208616</id><published>2009-05-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:54:07.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cloud no. 9</title><content type='html'>Do I have to say the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to tell the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to shout it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to say a prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not …………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….know what??&lt;br /&gt;to me …..life is all about the small, yet not insignificant things that you tend to remember in the long run........&lt;br /&gt;…......like say …&lt;br /&gt;..........in the next ten year …&lt;br /&gt;you will most likely to remember the kind words of your friend when you were down ,&lt;br /&gt;or the support through the gentle pat from your senior&lt;br /&gt;….and not the amount of money you made or the number of gadgets you bought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about such simple pleasures ......&lt;br /&gt;and that often come from the most unexpected places !&lt;br /&gt;actually its more tastier when its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-expected ! believe me ....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant say much about.... what is life.....!...tried googling it once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ...seriously.....cant say much.....for the simple fact that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; finished my journey yet .......&lt;br /&gt;yet ...&lt;br /&gt;what I like about it is that it always maintains a balance ......&lt;br /&gt;.....dynamic equilibrium......I guess !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;.......you cant be too happy&lt;br /&gt;or...... too sad for that matter !&lt;br /&gt;......just when you thought you are a scumbag in the face of this universe.........(I mean .....when you feel really low....).....&lt;br /&gt;.....life suddenly springs up and gives you this wonderful gift&lt;br /&gt;...the gift of friendship......&lt;br /&gt;and those who think I m being poetic about it ......I m......!&lt;br /&gt;(blame the weather..........how can you resist the charm of rain? its totally proven that the tendency to write non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; is directly proportionate to the amount of rainfall and the drop in temperature subsequently.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me …..life is not always sweet and rosy ….mostly of course because of my nature …..really cant blame it to others…no matter how hard I try to ……I cant !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n if I m true to myself …..I know ….deep in side me ….I know whats wrong with me …&lt;br /&gt;......yet I cant ......(no......cant will be a wrong word)&lt;br /&gt;.......yet I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; do something about it ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; the dark side of me …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;......of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; .....I have another side&lt;br /&gt;…everyone has it …even batman has it......&lt;br /&gt;whether they are aware of it or not …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not always this casual sweet funny one who has no wants, no vices, no desires, no ill-habits .......I do......just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ask me the list ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that I m too apt to hide them ….its only the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; I live with know me inside out …..&lt;br /&gt;to them I m the most irresponsible, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-hygienic girl around,&lt;br /&gt;absolutely always procrastinating,&lt;br /&gt;never having the desire to improve myself ,&lt;br /&gt;the laziest ass anyone has known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know its because of all these vices I face the trouble that I face!&lt;br /&gt;Its simple law dear …..reap what you sow !&lt;br /&gt;and how can I blame anyone else for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet....after all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; said and done ......&lt;br /&gt;Yet …I have to admit …..I m the luckiest ass anyone has ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;And trust me when I say this …….that I have the most affectionate friend one can ever think of for such an lousy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is in terms of love that is showered unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;….and most importantly ......&lt;br /&gt;......unexpectedly…..!!!&lt;br /&gt;..........from the people I least anticipate ….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know …these are the moments that you think that you are truly blessed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; being loved in spite of your inadequacy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... I guess it’s a feeling mostly …..that you sense …&lt;br /&gt;may be I m wrong&lt;br /&gt;(statistics say that …there are more probability of me being wrong than to be right, if past facts are taken for consideration)&lt;br /&gt; ….may be I m wrong…..&lt;br /&gt;but it do sure feels so right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not always dependent upon the size or for that matter price of the gift …&lt;br /&gt;but it’s the thought….&lt;br /&gt;the kind of feeling.......... that goes behind a gift….&lt;br /&gt;its when you feel “you would love to give” …..and not when you feel “you have to give”….. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe me its such a wonderful feeling beyond words….....&lt;br /&gt;beyond any “thank you’s”........&lt;br /&gt; beyond any such formalities ........&lt;br /&gt;esp. when you are at the receiving end…..!!!&lt;br /&gt;.......receiving no less than pure love and adoration…..&lt;br /&gt;.......a gift of friendship......a human relationship beyond any boundaries .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me its feels like cloud no. 9…..if Mr. Adams is right ……it do sure feels right !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...... so buddy........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..do I have to say it loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…do I have to speak it out ?…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I have to tell the truth……that I thank thee from the bottom of my heart !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-5430845408210208616?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5430845408210208616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=5430845408210208616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/5430845408210208616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/5430845408210208616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2009/05/cloud-no-9.html' title='cloud no. 9'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-3613620320070742490</id><published>2009-04-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:41:32.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So whats with me and with my office……&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know ….&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don’t know …..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I went wrong !.....&lt;br /&gt;..and I m trying so hard to figure it out …but still cant !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times before when  I used to tell myself …..its ok …everything will be fine ….things will be sorted out at last&lt;br /&gt;….but know what ????&lt;br /&gt;…..it doesn’t …!&lt;br /&gt;…..things are not going fine …..things are not sorting themselves out …..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I need help……..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help now …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to get over this heartache …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which is like a pain in the throat so sharp that you cant swallow it ……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and its like over a month now …..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually more than that ….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it kind of started last December….and its april now ….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it should have stopped by now ….but its not going away …..  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I need to figure it out ….where did I went wrong !&lt;br /&gt;May be its not one big great blunder…..but an accumulation of several small wrong steps …..that added up to this ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy was one thing I thought I was too noble to have it inside me …..I m wrong ….I m not God…..and I shouldn’t try to be one ……I have all the human emotional vices …..where …now…jealousy seems to be taking its prime seat !&lt;br /&gt;but should I be blamed ?&lt;br /&gt;if someone takes up the things I love to do ….the stuff I love to work at …..is it extremely twisted to be jealous ?&lt;br /&gt;I m not saying the others should not do the same stuff…..but why take up my right to do the same things ?&lt;br /&gt;They may say I aint that smart ….not good enough ….but everybody has their own good points ….they aren’t  bad at everything …..I admit I m not that excellent as the other might be …..but should that make me dispensable  ??? I might just have other qualities …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there the problem lies ….I need to find out where m I good at …&lt;br /&gt;..coz&lt;br /&gt;…now …..I feel quite down …&lt;br /&gt;..these are the times when I feel that I m not good for anything …&lt;br /&gt;.but that’s not true ..I hope ….I hope its just a feeling  and it will just go away with time …….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not supposed to be a good way to live …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..when down inside you feel sorry for yourself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yet cant find a way out from this horrible cycle …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.where you feel bad and thus you work up more errors and then people disapprove of  your work and you end up being more miserable…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the vicious cycle keeps on revolving !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what …..now this thing has gone so deep-rooted that when ever anybody praises of something…I keep on feeling that the person is showing sympathy …..and don’t mean them from their heart…… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this is not what supposed to happen in life….I mean …I believe everybody is good at something at least …..you just need to find out that thing !!!&lt;br /&gt;But right now I m just too horribly depressed to think of any good thing …..and the worst of all ……most of my friends are not here……….actually I don’t need them all….I just need one ….my friend …..and I m not feeling good without her …..it just seems impossible to live without her …..but then I have to ……and I m not finding any way out of this ….life is not always what you like it to be …..and you have to accept that !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pursuit of happiness….when Christofer and his son went to a church …..there was a song saying ……God don’t move the mountain but give me the strength to climb it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s all I ask for ……&lt;br /&gt;to give me the courage to go through life……..&lt;br /&gt;and to know the right things that I want to do with my life……!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-3613620320070742490?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3613620320070742490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=3613620320070742490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/3613620320070742490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/3613620320070742490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-be.html' title='let it be ......'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-8555934400656045365</id><published>2009-03-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:56:55.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>statuary warning !!!</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog…..I thought I had to shut it up in a jig ……who knew I had so much to talk to myself …..geez……you live to learn ya……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…today’s topic is …..&lt;br /&gt;hmm…well not exactly a topic&lt;br /&gt;….something like an apology perhaps…..&lt;br /&gt;or hmmm….may be like an disclaimer …..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm…may be not …………………………..&lt;br /&gt;(still searching for the right word to put in …..leave it ........it will take the whole night ya……)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm…..so what’s it about …..???&lt;br /&gt;Well…. Lets see….ya ……its about the things that this blog is all about …..and what’s it is not about ……&lt;br /&gt;(Wow …..warning seems to fit right in …….)&lt;br /&gt;Right……lets say this current blabbering is about a statuary warning ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;You see…you got to read all these at your own expense ……..&lt;br /&gt;(…..and please ……don’t send me your counselor ‘s bill…..I m broke myself…..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…now..............&lt;br /&gt; ….dont say that you have never been warned……&lt;br /&gt;so …shall we start……????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything that you read in this blog is not original !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……everything is being copied, lifted, stolen, extracted , and shamelessly pasted in here……none of the work that you see…is my own creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source…???&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me ….I have lost track myself......!&lt;br /&gt;……this plagiarism is so ingrained now that sometimes I copy from my own past copied things ….GOD…!!!&lt;br /&gt;..lack of talent coupled with lack of memory can do blunders !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then .......still….mostly I copy from the things that I hear……..read…… or watch in films or t.v……………..&lt;br /&gt;right from the Monorama Year Book (….yeah !!!…….I do read that ….sometimes….)&lt;br /&gt; ..............to.........................&lt;br /&gt; Stardust (..I read that all the time…..)…..&lt;br /&gt;and from the most arty-carty films in Bengali to the hard-core hindi masala (whats life without spice ya ????)…..&lt;br /&gt;and my fav of all ……the action packed-suspense thriller Hollywood trash……..I gulp them all………I don’t believe in discrimination you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…its like as they say…..this is a work of fiction and has no resemblance with the characters and actions in real life…….dude….I m totally not responsible for the words that you read and the mental trauma that happens afterward……I m no one to blame……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..then lets say…&lt;br /&gt;.........this is work of compilation I guess……&lt;br /&gt;and they do say…..&lt;br /&gt;"if ya copy from one its plagiarism…..if ya copy from many …its research ! "&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…….fits well with my job description !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then …therez a slight difference ……researchers are not always attached to their work…..they need their degree ……what attachment???&lt;br /&gt;.....but in my case …..though its totally lifted….&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh….lifted sounds so bad ya ……lets called it inspired….shall we??)…&lt;br /&gt;.......I m totally fond of my own theft !&lt;br /&gt;I do love them …..&lt;br /&gt;I can not help myself but to read my own things over and over again......&lt;br /&gt;……and when one mentions even a tiny-miny itsy-bitsy slightest hind of appreciation…..I do blush ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is that ….whatever I do pick up ….its because….I share the same feeling with it…..&lt;br /&gt;its just that there are things I want to speak out ……but don’t have the right words to put in place…..&lt;br /&gt;I m not that articulate you see….&lt;br /&gt;.(ohh well…..no body will believe that ……esp. after all this 500 words of non-stop non-sense! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……but that’s the fact ……and the ultimate motive behind all this………&lt;br /&gt;Its just that ….when ever I see a movie….like it……I try to figure out the reason why I liked it so much…..and when the reason becomes a strong one …I tend to feel that I should keep that wonderful thought somewhere…..and since I m Dr. Loose-Everything-You-Have……I thought of keeping it in the safest place of all ….the net ! in this way …..I will just have to remember my account name and the password…….simple isn’t it ??? you see….I believe that the internet is the greatest thing that man has invented after wheel ! ! !ohh …….that was an accident or what ? that “wheel” thing ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind ……!&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of the story is that ……&lt;br /&gt;What ???? copying is good ???&lt;br /&gt;No ….you shamuck ……&lt;br /&gt;if anyone likes your work…..thats the best ! ! !….nothing like that! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if……anybody doesn’t………… ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….if anybody doesn’t …….&lt;br /&gt;well.......&lt;br /&gt;this is the safest way to save your own a*&amp;amp;%#@ ……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-8555934400656045365?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8555934400656045365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=8555934400656045365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/8555934400656045365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/8555934400656045365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2009/03/statuary-warning.html' title='statuary warning !!!'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-2285674608221077707</id><published>2009-03-22T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:35:53.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>then there was a man who said, " I never knew what real happiness was untill I got married, and then it was too late".....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm….horns of dilemma !!!&lt;br /&gt;……I have office work …..n…….I have things to write about …&lt;br /&gt;Now….…what to do ….???&lt;br /&gt;Ohh… what the heck….damm with office work …&lt;br /&gt;what the worst can happen??? ….I will get busted again…or may be kicked out….&lt;br /&gt;still…I m still in for writing the things I want to …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well………..&lt;br /&gt;have all the people around me gone crazy…..&lt;br /&gt;or are they were all been abducted by aliens ???&lt;br /&gt;geez ……how come they have the same questions in their mind at the same…..????&lt;br /&gt;And that’s&lt;br /&gt; “when are you getting married dear ?”&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right ! ! ! As if I m in a mood for suicide!&lt;br /&gt;……sometimes I think its just their way of getting revenge or what ……like make the same deadly mistake as they did ……..! wooo hooo …….no way man…….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I m pretty happy the way I m ……&lt;br /&gt;with my mirror-cracking looks and outstanding intellect I m pretty much having the time of my life dear……&lt;br /&gt;ohh except ofcourse of the office thing….there I really suck…..infact I stink almost….&lt;br /&gt;but that’s something one cant help …..you have to suck somewhere…..&lt;br /&gt;you cant be good at everything ……can you ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well……if ya weigh my situation from my point of view you might get the logic….at least I hope so ……...which I cant explain to others in a more sane manner than this……..geez …this is one of the many reasons….one of the main reasons……… I took up writing …….you can put your thoughts without someone arguing back…..which is pretty cool…..I think !&lt;br /&gt;Yup…now the logic……&lt;br /&gt;Well……. There’s no logic actually ……if you think of it ……&lt;br /&gt;…..ahhh …..what the heck again….its me against myself…..I have to believe anything I say……&lt;br /&gt;I think I m pretty cool in the way I m …like …..who wants more tension in life dear……when you have enough already…..&lt;br /&gt;when I was in school….I used to get tensed about getting through the class without getting thrown away …..which was pretty tough&lt;br /&gt;…..I would always goof up with my books…..wrongly copy the homework  from others……wont do the work in time…..the habit of what still follows me….&lt;br /&gt;When I grew up …..I mean I was in college…..things got tougher…..!&lt;br /&gt;N then…. when I was away from home ……hell broke loose……what type….how much…don’t dare to ask….try surviving a day without family….n then ask……!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life……work…office…..Jesus !!!…..how much more can you handle at one go???&lt;br /&gt;So it never seemed strange that a girl like me……&lt;br /&gt;(ok…I have to stop referring myself as a girl……I m a woman now……who is now getting old……though not quite growing up actually……)&lt;br /&gt;Well…the truth is that …..it never bothered me…..that I never …never had a boyfriend in my entire life (……well…not quite entire life …you shouldn’t count the days in nappy)……well….never in my adult life!&lt;br /&gt;,,,which now …when I think of it……and esp. when asked about ……..find it quite hard to explain …that why I never had an affair with anyone …..I mean a seriously serious one…….watching the birds don’t count as an affair! &lt;br /&gt;Hmm….&lt;br /&gt;one reason….perhaps the main ……and more logical one might be&lt;br /&gt;my “drop-dead-oh-my-good-lord” looks !&lt;br /&gt;I m always famous for my size ….to say it more politely……which I cant really help…..I mean I can help…..but then why should I  ??? I never found a good reason enough to let go the things I love …..n food is one of them! So the thing is that …though I m fit enough to trek around mountains…..I could never fit in a jean…….! Ahh …no regrets there either…..jeans is totally not comfortable ……looks good but totally not comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;May be its because of the brains……which unlike my body……do fit in a pea shell!&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok …..I admit ….I m exaggerating …..its bigger than that…..its perfect for a walnut !!!&lt;br /&gt;But then…..are the looks and the brain the real cause ???&lt;br /&gt;hmm…..I have a friend whose looks are smashing …if I must say so being a girl…&lt;br /&gt;…yet she don’t have one …..&lt;br /&gt;……I have one with the best IQ I have ever seen …..even she has a series of wrong boyfriends…&lt;br /&gt;….I should better not talk about Malinee……who posses both the qualities and yet to have one date till date !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ,&lt;br /&gt; what’s going wrong in here ???&lt;br /&gt; beats me…..men always say women are enigma…….but I think the feeling is mutual…&lt;br /&gt;…..I have bloody hell no idea what men wants!&lt;br /&gt; Hannibal once told about the 3b principle …..but that’s clearly not working in here !&lt;br /&gt;So ??? may be the problem is much more deeper than just the 3b’s …….may be ……&lt;br /&gt;Well ….frankly …I have no issues about having a relationship…….things are pretty romantic and all…&lt;br /&gt;..it when it comes to marriage …..wedding or rituals……I spook off !&lt;br /&gt;may be its an internal fear…… the deep down core primal fear that I have in marriage …&lt;br /&gt;..and its because of the fact that I don’t think I m pretty much of a wife material!&lt;br /&gt;…..bloody hell man…..I cant even take care of myself…………how m I suppose to take care of an entire family ???&lt;br /&gt;…..dont know ……I believe I wont make a very good wife ……..and that’s a fear I will never get rid off….&lt;br /&gt;when I think of myself ….I find so many mistakes ….&lt;br /&gt;I m not pretty much good at anything other than cooking……I m kinda lazy, procrastinating silly old fool ! yup that’s the picture I have in my mind when I think of myself…..but then everybody is not perfect …..are they?&lt;br /&gt;Even mentally …..if you think of that too……I m not very sound…..I keep forgetting things……I lose track of all the chores to be done…….when I talk of one thing or listen to one ……my mind keeps wondering to hell knows where …..and they are not a very good sign of a sane person ! I have crazy ideas, strangest of thoughts……now that I m thinking of that ….I should go n see a therapist ……I mean ppl take medicines for my kind of symptoms……!&lt;br /&gt;Now to sum up the entire non-sense ……I think it makes pretty sense that I should retain my spinsterhood …..if not for anything………its  for the greater good of the mankind …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..of course&lt;br /&gt;……until I meet a more lunatic person than I m……&lt;br /&gt;well….&lt;br /&gt;……….then I cant promise anything ! ! ! Can I ? ? ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-2285674608221077707?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2285674608221077707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=2285674608221077707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/2285674608221077707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/2285674608221077707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2009/03/then-there-was-man-who-said-i-never.html' title='then there was a man who said, &quot; I never knew what real happiness was untill I got married, and then it was too late&quot;.....'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-1681187226979474115</id><published>2008-11-13T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:31:29.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and you thought this guy is just abt bikes, beaches n babes !</title><content type='html'>an amazing video......amazing lyrics.......amazing thoughts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to think of ...where it came from ....is the most amazing thing ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you make an opinion abt someone ......n you start believing that your opinion is the real person.....&lt;br /&gt;n then ...&lt;br /&gt;Mercie !&lt;br /&gt; ......your world is turned upside down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n how wrong I was !.....Jesus !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ....hell knows how much I love this guy !..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called "everybody's free (to wear sunscreen) by baz lurhman&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future,&lt;br /&gt; sunscreen would be it.&lt;br /&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists where as the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;&lt;br /&gt;oh never mind;&lt;br /&gt;you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me,&lt;br /&gt; in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself&lt;br /&gt;and recall in a way you can’t grasp now&lt;br /&gt;how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….&lt;br /&gt;You’re not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about the future;&lt;br /&gt;or worry,&lt;br /&gt;but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt; The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;&lt;br /&gt; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;br /&gt;Sing ....&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,&lt;br /&gt;don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss ....&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…&lt;br /&gt;the race is long, and in the end,&lt;br /&gt;it’s only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive,&lt;br /&gt;forget the insults;&lt;br /&gt;if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch .....&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…&lt;br /&gt;the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 yearolds I know still don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Get plenty of calcium.....&lt;br /&gt; Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll marry,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you won’t,&lt;br /&gt; maybe you’ll have children,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you won’t,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you’ll divorce at 40,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you’ll dance the funkychicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever you do,&lt;br /&gt;don’tcongratulate yourself too much&lt;br /&gt;or berate yourself either –&lt;br /&gt;your choices are half chance,&lt;br /&gt;so are everybody else’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Enjoy your body,use it every way you can…&lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid of it,&lt;br /&gt;or what other people think of it,&lt;br /&gt;it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance…&lt;br /&gt;even if you have nowhere to do it&lt;br /&gt;but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines,&lt;br /&gt;they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents,&lt;br /&gt;you never know when they’ll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt; Be nice to your siblings;&lt;br /&gt; they are the best link to your past&lt;br /&gt; and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go,&lt;br /&gt;but for the precious few you should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle&lt;br /&gt; because the older you get,&lt;br /&gt; the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once,&lt;br /&gt;but leave before it makes you hard;&lt;br /&gt;live in Northern California once,&lt;br /&gt;but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths,&lt;br /&gt;prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old,&lt;br /&gt;and when you do&lt;br /&gt; you’ll fantasize that&lt;br /&gt; when you were young prices were reasonable,&lt;br /&gt;politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have a wealthy spouse;&lt;br /&gt;but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don’t mess too much with your hair,&lt;br /&gt;or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy,&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;be patient with those who supply it.&lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia,&lt;br /&gt;dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,&lt;br /&gt; wiping it off,&lt;br /&gt;painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-1681187226979474115?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1681187226979474115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=1681187226979474115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/1681187226979474115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/1681187226979474115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-you-thought-this-guy-is-just-abt.html' title='and you thought this guy is just abt bikes, beaches n babes !'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-4576943424548483930</id><published>2008-09-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:04:04.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I have seen everything…….until I saw you …………..</title><content type='html'>All my life I have always thought that, there are only two kinds of guys in this world …………….&lt;br /&gt;One……………..with whom you don’t want to talk to ……………&lt;br /&gt;the other………...with whom you want to but cant …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought I have seen everything …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………. I met the third kind ………..the kind I believed never exists……. ………………&lt;br /&gt;ohh but I m glad that I was proved wrong …….too glad ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See…….I don’t claim to be a super-cool or ultra-hot or whatever expert on boys but ……we all are individuals..aren’t we ? ? Every body is unique and we all have our opinions about life in general n boys in particular! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, I wasn’t exactly shy …you see....&lt;br /&gt;.....but I was always out of time …&lt;br /&gt;…in the lunch-breaks I was always busy copying down the homework from others ….coz….&lt;br /&gt;….ahem…..ahem……&lt;br /&gt;..….I was not exactly …..ahemm….smart enough …..!&lt;br /&gt;……but that’s not the point …&lt;br /&gt;…..the point is ……I know that homework is supposed to be finished of at home itself…..I mean the word is self-explanatory , isn’t it ????......but the thing is that ……where’s the time man ???? how a girl is supposed to get time when she is busy discovering the Atlantis with Captain Nemo, or solving the Secrets of the Unicorn?????&lt;br /&gt;So my point is that …. I was never exactly popular in the boys side…..or say ….for that matter…..not with the girls either ! ! ! I mean… who on the earth and most importantly ….. why will anybody be interested in talking to a girl who barely passes in her exams ???? and on top of it …….not exactly having materials to win the beauty pageant …..I was always …..ahem ahem …….let me put it this way …….I was, I am, always generously proportionate…….always ….! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , with a body not exactly resembling any art or intellect of just one grade higher than Obelix , it was easy to slip of to a group called “the expendables”….those …..whom people do ask to join the party out of courtesy but never ever really mind if they don’t show up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I too never really gave a damn second thought to that either…..I mean….. the Librarian loved me …and I loved Mr. F. Mulder…….! Who needs anyone else ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the trouble started only after there was a paradigm shift in the perspective …..or to put it in this way …when I started noticing boys as boys and not as another human being !&lt;br /&gt;Blame the hormones……I was growing up !&lt;br /&gt;and I realized where I stand ! …….. the last one in the line …….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I try hard to deny……ohh come on …..admit it …….boys do put beauty before brains ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;……and I had neither ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean …the time I realized the effects of pheromone ……the biggest truth I learnt was…..that……&lt;br /&gt;………..”all the good things in life are either illegal, immoral, fattening or married to someone else”………………&lt;br /&gt;…….at least all the decent guys were already taken up by the smarter ones of my species !&lt;br /&gt;of course ……….there were other guys !!!….ones who will hit on everything and anything that resembles a girl …..its better not to talk about them …..I mean ….I don’t have a censor board to clip of the offensive words ! ! ! The only one thing I have to say to them is that……there are enough “Kareena Kapoors” out there to satisfy them ……but not me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………….and the ones that I fancy …..are …well…… beyond my league …….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……but its not the point of having a boyfriend ……but the lack of friends who are boys ……..I mean till date I never have any problem in starting up a conversation with any girl I choose to talk to …….I m always a hit with my friends who always happens to be a girl ! I mean I m not complaining ….but seriously …..I m totally at a loss of what to talk about with a guy …..one of the either thing happens ….. either he doesn’t get my jokes or I don’t know what to comment at his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….But then ….I was proved wrong ……..!!!&lt;br /&gt;…….It was like encounter with the third kind !&lt;br /&gt;He is smart, funny, intelligent, witty….ohh come on …I m repeating myself ! ! ……the bottom line is that I never met any guy who can make me laugh and make me think at the same time and with equal intensity ! I had this secret arrogance about myself of knowing things around until I met my match…..in the initial years ……it was like the clash of the titans ……and then gradually I admitted my defeat……and what a sweet defeat it was ! if the other side is competent enough it’s a pleasure to surrender !&lt;br /&gt;He was the first of his clan, with whom I could talk effortlessly …….about anything and everything …….without giving a damn single thought that I m talking to a boy! He is the perfect definition to the term “friend” which is supposed to be a neuter gender! Talking to him was so easy and it felt like I was talking to myself……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap, of course……it took time to melt …in his words “melting of the outer shells” ….what kinda chemical reaction made such meltdown …..I have bloody hell no idea….I was never good in science!&lt;br /&gt;………the only thing I know is that I could talk to him freely and actually liked talking to him&lt;br /&gt;…now……….&lt;br /&gt;…how many a times do you have such kind of feeling??? ….not many I guess !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the time passed by …….it kinda grew into me ……&lt;br /&gt;.and gradually I started expecting …rather than hoping ! …&lt;br /&gt;…you see…&lt;br /&gt;…there is a subtle yet a slight difference between the two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectation grows when you start getting the things that you don’t deserve!.......and I started expecting ………..and then the bad thing happened !&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt !&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was wondering ……like …….what made me so hurt, so angry with him ? Why was I so mad with him when he didn’t respond the way he always did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…n I thought n I thought n I thought ………( I mean I really should get a Nobel or something for thinking so much ! )………and the reason turned out to be a simple fact that – I expected from him !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words…….translated by other language …..”zayada bhao kha rahi thi “…&lt;br /&gt;I mean …I was associating too much of an importance to an insignificant issue !&lt;br /&gt;…actually the thing is that …..I was used to getting so much of an importance from him…….to a point were I really started becoming greedy ! I mean…..come on…if a child gets a candy every time without even asking, it thinks that getting a candy is its right, forgetting the generosity of the giver! I mean I hate to give an analogy of myself with a child, but that’s exactly what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I m ashamed of myself for that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected him to keep in touch with me, when I , myself took no efforts to do the same! I expected him to ask me, when I , myself could have asked the same! I expected him to apologize, when I too was guilty of the same charge! And I thought I was hurt, hurt by him…….when in reality ……it was me , who hurt herself!..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh……..! ……Ok! Ok! Ok !…………..too much of philosophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ……summing up…..the moral of the story is that ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….what ?...... don’t expect ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tck ! nope ! ……&lt;br /&gt;..the moral is that ……..if you expect something from the other, do the same to them ! if you expect someone to call you up, call him up yourself ! if you expect to get a sms, send him one yourself !&lt;br /&gt;Coz I think he is too precious a friend to lose him just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how many friends do you have …who politely whispers into your ear a totally horrible “Santa-Banta” joke with a poker face? Now try getting angry to that!.......when in side you are just dying to roll out in laughter ! ! !???! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“……..We always say that we wont expect something from anyone but we do and then we get hurt.We always say that we wont wish for something but we cant stop dreaming and then getting hurt.Sometimes it feel so hurt when you think that your dreams didnt come true and then when you die you take away all your dreams and those LITTLE moments of your life when you really smiled from your heart.Why we get these types of moments in our lives? Some dreams and wishes will be always in your heart which never came true under any circumstances.So why dont we forget it ?&lt;br /&gt;MMMM coz we can NEVER throw those dreams out of hearts............................”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-4576943424548483930?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4576943424548483930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=4576943424548483930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4576943424548483930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4576943424548483930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thought-i-have-seen-everythinguntil-i.html' title='I thought I have seen everything…….until I saw you …………..'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-2230460056696375094</id><published>2008-05-11T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:35:40.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a broken heart...............</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog, I promised to my self that I would write anything under this sun n above n below it …..but I wont do that …I wont write about love ………and that’s what I did ………….I mean almost 99% of my writing is about that ………….n here I m again writing yet again about the same topic once again …………but I cant really help….this is what I m n I have to write what I m aint it ? I guess so …..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N today my heart is broken ……….broken once again ………..I really don’t know how it mends itself n yet gets broken again …………….somewhere ages ago …………I read a poem called “If” by Rudyard Kipling ………….n there was a line …………(oooh dammmmm…….I forgot the line ……….no problem .internet mein google hay kis liye ….I will just check out )…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you the poem at the end …………now get back to my point …….n it is that I broke my heart again ……….:Mon haralo haralo se din ………sono kono ekdin akash batah jure rimjim dekhi “- remember the song by Hemanta Mukherjee………but you see life goes on ……n I would go on too……..its just that there will be one more scar in here ………….n I had to drink those salty waters yet again ……………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“E kul bhege okul tumi goro  jar ekul okul dukul gelo tar lage ki kore o nodi go “ n this song makes me cry n makes me wonder n makes me so sad n makes me feel like dying ………n yet I like this song …….why ? why ? I don’t know there are certain why’s for which I don’t really have any answers , may be the answers are not for me to know ……may be I will get them when I will be very old too old to feel any thing only will have a broken heart …..people say that you grow wiser as you grow ……I think we grow more wiser but we start to feel less…..n you start to think from your head n instead of heart…..which is a good thing …..in one way ……but bad for in so many ways ……..ohhh how youth is wasted in the young ……!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things ………..the things that I write now with those salty liquids brimming in my eyes ………..will be read afterwards …..n I will think what a fool I was then ……….so this a document of my foolishness……..proof of my stupidity ……n….why I cried …in fact howled ……..n why was there a painful lump that I so much wanted to throw away……n want to laugh again ……but I cant ……n the letters keep disappearing ……as the keyboard becomes all hazy coz of that god dammmm salty thing that keeps interrupting …..n I don’t know …………may be I should shut up now ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ! yes ! the poem ………..here it is ………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-2230460056696375094?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2230460056696375094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=2230460056696375094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/2230460056696375094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/2230460056696375094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-heart.html' title='a broken heart...............'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-8269309815689794442</id><published>2008-04-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:49:45.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......when the desert turns green ........</title><content type='html'>So.... Have you ever felt love…………? It's when you felt...like..........something you have never felt before...........you have this feeling............ and that you can't help........... but to notice how her hair is so wonderfully tied up..........and had this irresistible temptation.............. to touch ................to feel the softness ..............and that you wanted to take her number.............but have hesitated a thousand times............ "what if she says no?....."and you employed your friend to take her contact no instead of you ......................And that you went on talking about the most silliest thing on this earth one can ever imagine but couldn't say those things that you have rehearsed at home may be a millionth time.........!     And that you originate with the most innovative reasons.............reasons to meet her and to talk to her...............and that would invariably fail to your dismay......... and you feel like your day has been wasted if don't get the chance to see her... and you would sneak around to get a glimpse of her ............... and when you do see her its like your heart starts beating faster........... and you feel that all the blood is rushing up to your face ..............................and that............ when you both are in a group ...........you try not to look at her...and when she is looking at something else............you will take a lightning-fast turn and gaze at her for a split second and again resume looking at something the most ordinary and most uninteresting object in this universe for you .............................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.............if ............any one of the answer is yes ..........then...............or may be while reading it ................if you had a smile in your face............then also.........&lt;br /&gt;    ........... my dear friend you too have been bitten by the bug...............................! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second thought...............love should not always be about a girl................ it should be about the times when you felt happy and felt proud...................! Times when you really felt like that you have achieved something.............. be it your performance in exams..................or when you got your first job or the first salary............... or when you .....for the first time ......told your dad..........."its alright dad , I will pay..............."or may be even when ........you won a match....................or may be bought your very own bike.........................or may be for the first time anybody had appreciated about your photographs like they told"sahi hai"................ or may be your first trek................. Those moments...................those moments are as marvelous, as wonderful, as amazing as falling in love .........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be knowing about flash floods............... even though I haven't seen one, but I have read about, that, when it rains in the distant mountains, the water moves as an overflow and creates a sudden flood in the desert lying in the vicinity........ it may not last more than a few hours..............but within that small amount of time the desert soaks up all its required moisture............and then the nature emerges with its full swing..............and its the time when desert turns green............&lt;br /&gt;If the same is applied to our lives, then, I will have to admit.......... that those small moments of laughter and happiness acts as our own flash floods.................. and if we absorb them with our fullest strength ...................then.......&lt;br /&gt;...... might be......... our deserts will too turn green ...................................! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be now…now that I m coming to an end I can see a little bit more clearly…..and its now I m getting the reason………. slightly…… …………the reason for me to write this letter….&lt;br /&gt;See… you are my fantasy…&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt; to trouble you with my questionnaire about your shadowy side would be extremely selfish on my part …………….&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't trouble you for the sake of my imagination……................................&lt;br /&gt;esp.……,&lt;br /&gt;if it brings out unpleasant memories……………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel to agree with you that sometimes things are better remained untold if they invoke sadness and bitter feeling…................................................................&lt;br /&gt;it will be really harsh on my part to do that……......…&lt;br /&gt;.its better not to remember the things that doesn't bring a smile to your face…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"…better by far you should forget and smile,&lt;br /&gt; Than you should remember and be sad……………………………….. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus............................ I felt that it's better to talk about something that brings fond memories………..&lt;br /&gt;The memories that you will like to cherish and enjoy in remembering. ……………Something that surely gives that hint of your dimple……&lt;br /&gt;……...................along with that twinkle in your eyes…………...…..!!!&lt;br /&gt;And that in the end what matters is that whether if you are happy?&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's what should matter the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m just one of them...............! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-8269309815689794442?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8269309815689794442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=8269309815689794442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/8269309815689794442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/8269309815689794442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-desert-turns-green.html' title='......when the desert turns green ........'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-4052551409494573121</id><published>2008-04-05T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T04:33:00.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddy'/><title type='text'>if I have to give a day like today.......I would give it to you ......</title><content type='html'>".......and if I have a song ....like this....... I would sing it for you .........."&lt;br /&gt;......and if I m born again I would love to spend it with you once again .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I enjoy being with you ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........a smile always comes to my face when ever I think of you ...&lt;br /&gt;.............remembering the times that we spend with each other .......&lt;br /&gt;............and the things that we did together.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having you was like a backup...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I knew you would be always there  with me .....and would support me in what ever I do  ( only when I m right .......or will kick the hell out of me if I m not ) .........and that you never failed to bring out the best in me ......n I never hesitated to try out or do experiments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I knew you will be there for me even if I fail........ and doing things with you was such a fun ....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we knew each other  so well....it was just like you could read my mind.....and now that I m typing the words... I feel like that you know them already........  n that I m writing things that you too feel for me .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing in this planet earth and far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; .......that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; talk about and that I m yet to find a topic at what we felt any different ....... talking to you was like talking to myself only its aloud.......and it was such a comfort.....just the feeling that someone is there to hold you when you are down and make up for the bad things that happen to you .......it was just great ! and seriously I miss out that feeling........ the things that I do is all the same....yet nothing is same...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you are not here ......and nothing is same .....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh buddy I miss you so much ........ its not that I m alone yet somehow I always feel lonely ......... I m so lonely without you .... n no one can fill up that space ......... n now that you are gone I miss you even more .....and its only that my heart knows how much I miss you .......may be buddy you will know...no, actually I don't want you to know..... I don't want you to feel bad for me...its just that .......its just that I miss you so much .......and its just for that.....I just wish you were here......that you were here I could talk to you and all my worries would just simply melt away.....just by talking to you .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ever I listen to any good piece of music I feel like........&lt;br /&gt;........if.........&lt;br /&gt;.........if I could make you hear it........&lt;br /&gt;...........I always wondered at your exquisite taste in music........something that I never had......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...that you are gone.....its not the same......nothing is same.....even not me...ya buddy ...I too have changed....may be better for or for worse .....I have changed a lot......its not the same that I used to be .......I really don't know ........but one thing has never changed .... n I hope it never changes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were .....you are...everything I always wished to be .........your kindness........your beauty......your gentleness........the grace.......the poise.... you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen ....and what made you even more beautiful was your heart...... and that's a goldmine......ooh hell ...one who stole it is now the owner of the greatest treasure in this world....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just I had the time of my life with you ........if I get another chance I would love to spend it with you yet once again..........&lt;br /&gt;.....it seems impossible to write about you ........&lt;br /&gt;I m happy for you yet I feel something is breaking inside me....I wish all the good things in life for you yet I feel there is something missing in my life...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh.........hell !!!!! its tough !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know what the hell I m writing doesnt make any sence...any sence at all......&lt;br /&gt;.....may be I cant ........&lt;br /&gt;............may be ..........&lt;br /&gt;.........and yet again I failed ........&lt;br /&gt;....... yet again my feelings are &lt;em&gt;lost in words&lt;/em&gt; !.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-4052551409494573121?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4052551409494573121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=4052551409494573121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4052551409494573121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4052551409494573121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-have-to-give-day-like-todayi-would.html' title='if I have to give a day like today.......I would give it to you ......'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-6807340363986644203</id><published>2008-02-22T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:55:28.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....please forgive me, I cant stop loving you .......</title><content type='html'>....its been a long time.....may be a decade yet ...still....still I keep wondering that " what if"....?&lt;br /&gt;still.....when it rains......and the cold wind blows......I still shiver ...thinking about you .....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still.....when ever I read any love story......I think of mine......and how it went abrupt......without any ending......and I realize that I m still in love......yup......very much in love with you ...........no matter how much I deny...how many times I keep reminding myself...thats its not going to happen....yet I cant stop loving you .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be its a kind of maddness..... a disease ....... a serious kind of maddness without any cure.....!&lt;br /&gt;or may be I dont want to be cured ! I dont know.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you walk through a storm,&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high,&lt;br /&gt;and dont be afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a storm Ther's a golden sky,&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet silver song of a lark,&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through the wind,&lt;br /&gt;walk through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Though your dreams be tossed and blown ......&lt;br /&gt;Walk on , walk on, with hope in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-6807340363986644203?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6807340363986644203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=6807340363986644203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/6807340363986644203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/6807340363986644203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-forgive-me-i-cant-stop-loving.html' title='....please forgive me, I cant stop loving you .......'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-4563856205126753374</id><published>2008-02-11T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:10:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>……..the gift……</title><content type='html'>…..today I think I m going to write about the addiction ….&lt;br /&gt;……yup…!&lt;br /&gt;…..mah addiction to something called “rookie” …..&lt;br /&gt;…..and my ohh my what an addiction……!&lt;br /&gt;changed my sleeping pattern…..changed my seriousness…&lt;br /&gt;….and its a serious kinda addiction !&lt;br /&gt;…….but know what I kinda like it…..!&lt;br /&gt; Mah only fan who appreciated for the first time mah kinda style of writing ……and I will for ever remain indebted to him …….he gave me the confidence that I too can be of worth something..……and for that I owe him a lot……a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……ohh …come on…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..I should begin from the beginning……isn’t it …….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I begin……? Hummm……may be from the point&lt;br /&gt;where I first scraped him for the first time……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then kinda new to orkut…and I was just browsing through …and I got stuck in somewhere, and I saw one profile having an interesting portrait…..amazing one…..a pencil sketch ……a portrait of a boy…….and then I went through the profile…&lt;br /&gt;…..more interesting !&lt;br /&gt; ….hmmm…….!&lt;br /&gt; Couldn’t believe anyone to be so versatile in the choice of books….! It kind of ranged from classics to the most complicated ones…….and moreover most importantly …….it kinda matched with my choice too….so I scrapped him……and the story begins…….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be hopelessly lying if I would say that I was not exactly expecting a reply……&lt;br /&gt;and that I got…..&lt;br /&gt;and something more …..!&lt;br /&gt;I got an immediate reply……and I thought …WOW….!&lt;br /&gt;A friend in Hyderabad…yup ….that time I was there in Hyderabad…..and I was kinda missing my family…..so..I thought …why not…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…believe me…I have a very bad habit of being impolite in the initial years…..but its something that I do unintentionally …so you can easily make out I was kind of unapproachable in my choice of topics to discuss about ….but still he was so polite and refined that no-matter-what-rubbish I used to scrap him, he never failed to reply me back….and that too in kind words …..!&lt;br /&gt;Now ….! Can you get any better than this? ……nope !&lt;br /&gt;....and I thought so too…..!&lt;br /&gt;And I asked him…what you do…….and got the shock of my life….. ! …….He’s a KID !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; Ohh Mah God ! And I was goofing around with a kid? …..a kid of half mah age????????&lt;br /&gt;…… I was so ashamed, guilty with …esp. with bhanu’s continuous teasing…”oh mah god Bachendri ! come on now…he is a kid…..how can you ? how could you? ”&lt;br /&gt;……now…as if its mah fault that I was not born a few years later or his fault that he is too late!&lt;br /&gt;Is liking dependent on the year printed in your birth-certificate?&lt;br /&gt; I never thought so….I have this belief that if ya like it, then do it! if ya like someone as your friend then, go ahead, make your friend, don’t wait for what others may assume or shout about !&lt;br /&gt;But then again its my idea, my concept , mah theory …..and its not necessary that everyone has to believe it….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But …that point ……it was just about being impressed by his courteousness …..&lt;br /&gt;Liking was a hell lot later….leave alone addiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there he was ….with me, scrapping me regularly …..and as days turned into months, scrapping him kinda grew up as a habit…and then Bhanu left ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;As I was there all alone, in my room , I sometimes used to wonder, whether I was doing the right thing or not……whether do I really like this what ever I m doing…..I hate to admit this ….it was a serious point in my life, where I knew if I stick around I will be going places, career-wise this is the best thing one can have, PhD , Dept of Space and all such stuff, I mean, not many get a chance to get into such things …..but…….the silliest part was that …I was not having fun…..silly I know…but I was not liking my work out there…people don’t work for fun…I know…but in case of me…I cant work if I don’t have the interest in the work……something I couldn’t make others realize…..and at that point I was really down…..so at that point I was in a fix….as to what to do …..&lt;br /&gt;ohh…..leave it….this a whole new topic for another blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……...today’s topic is something different !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....mah whole point is that ….&lt;br /&gt;at that moment…..I was kinda wobbly …..and then wham!&lt;br /&gt;He hit me hard with his translation of Rabbi Sergil’s song” Tere Bin ” ….and boy o boy ! What a translation…….!&lt;br /&gt;I was just bowled over….and I thought&lt;br /&gt;…… he is really deep…!&lt;br /&gt;……..I was amazed by his ability to cheer up someone even they are really down…. something that I sincerely envy about him!&lt;br /&gt;The ability to make another person laugh is the greatest gift a man can have……..&lt;br /&gt;and he has that gift and that too in tons!&lt;br /&gt;……actually…… more than liking I used to envy him….&lt;br /&gt;……..jealous of his ability…….&lt;br /&gt;ability to translate any god-damm-serious thing into a joke……&lt;br /&gt;envious of his youth,&lt;br /&gt;envious about his talent in finding humor in almost everything ! something……..&lt;br /&gt;that I seriously lacked but would die to have them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so came around my another theory……...&lt;br /&gt; ’if ya cant win your enemy….make him your friend! ’&lt;br /&gt;…even though he was not exactly my enemy ….. still I wanted him to be my friend….! and the chapter two began ! ………&lt;br /&gt;and from here the trouble begins……..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not exactly sure from which point…..or time…or place……he ceased to be just an orkutian ……..and came within mah kinda choice of people with whom I love to spend my time with ! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the point comes to why ? why? why the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Though a favorite question of mine….&lt;br /&gt;yet I don’t have any answer to that!&lt;br /&gt;……Bloody Hell! &lt;br /&gt;……Still I don’t have the answer…….&lt;br /&gt;or may be …&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any logical answer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illogical ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes…..!!&lt;br /&gt;Plenty…..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them will be …….&lt;br /&gt;first and most important will be …..&lt;br /&gt;he is fun to talk to !&lt;br /&gt;……. I always roll in laughter when ever I talk to him…..he is mah daily dose of laughter-medicine !&lt;br /&gt;…….Cant really live without medicine, can we?&lt;br /&gt;……. Even mah neighbors are willing to give evidence that they too have felt the tremors ! and that too at unearthly hours !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….and that he not serious about anything……&lt;br /&gt;absolutely anything ….&lt;br /&gt;….except for C’point of course….! how can I forget that ?&lt;br /&gt;…….he is  seriously serious about that @#$%^&amp;amp;*thing……&lt;br /&gt;( cant blame him really ……I too m getting into the same hole….God help me……)&lt;br /&gt;But him ?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Mah God ! he is beyond repair ! even God cant help him…….May be his “union territory” can….?&lt;br /&gt;what do ya say, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;………..and the fact that he is so very understanding and sensitive to other people’s feeling that sometimes I do wonder…….is he ? really ? don’t know ! God bless his tribe….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..and the thing that I really hate is that ….&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt; why ?&lt;br /&gt;why will all the girls will fall for him?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what charm has he got?&lt;br /&gt; just because he is humorous, intelligent, witty, caring, know things around, great in his work, informative, funniest punner the world has seen, gifted techie……..doesn’t make him so eligible that every girl to whom I talk about him…immediately falls for him?&lt;br /&gt;I mean….. why? why?&lt;br /&gt; Why is god so unfair? why is He is so partial towards some…..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(….and God spoke……………look who’s complaining !.........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well…….true ! ….cant complain much…!&lt;br /&gt;.......after all …I m too enjoying his creation …isn’t it ?&lt;br /&gt;and I m blessed to have a friend like him……mah buddy …Rookie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most illogical reason for as to why I wrote this ‘hell-god-knows-what’ thing wasting mah time when I should have been preparing for mah journey……is that ….I will be missing him……missing him for a whole week !&lt;br /&gt; (and that’s too much of a lie……Lord bless me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..while I was watching TZP…one of the several thing that I realized is that …….the greatest gift of all ……is the one that brings a smile at the receiving end …………and the biggest ‘thank you‘ is that smile in return……and I hope the heir to this writing will read this with a smile to his face ! Coz that will be mah biggest thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-4563856205126753374?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4563856205126753374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=4563856205126753374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4563856205126753374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4563856205126753374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/02/gift.html' title='……..the gift……'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-650852895001403206</id><published>2008-02-06T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:14:36.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>……Ward No. 204…….</title><content type='html'>I guess writing sometime becomes a passion or a habit …..&lt;br /&gt;or worse ……….&lt;br /&gt;an addiction  …..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of a addiction actually …..&lt;br /&gt;some thing that if you get addicted ……or hooked to …..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what others may say ,&lt;br /&gt; but it’s an extremely bad habbit…..kinda like an itch …..&lt;br /&gt;and that you have to scratch …..&lt;br /&gt;even if you know its bad to do so ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..same thing I guess happens with me in times of writing…..&lt;br /&gt;…. I know I m writing crap (like I m doing right now) ………….&lt;br /&gt;yet I cant stop myself from moving mah fingers on the keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what? …its feels great to write …..&lt;br /&gt;a kind of satisfaction …….&lt;br /&gt;a type of containment you get only when you scratch !&lt;br /&gt; ….bad analogy ……I know ……&lt;br /&gt;still ………………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;cant help………………………………….!&lt;br /&gt;……its true……!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . today I have to write , even if I don’t have anything to write , still I have to write…..who knows may be a topic may crop up in the course of this mindless jumble of words ,&lt;br /&gt;……or….may be not……!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again ….is it necessary to have a topic to write about?&lt;br /&gt;…….Yeh , I admit , it’s a lot easier to write if you have a topic…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again ….you cant have everything!&lt;br /&gt; ……after all where will ya keep them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ……..today’s topic is not having a topic……&lt;br /&gt;and that’s a great topic if ya ask me !&lt;br /&gt;… coz I can go on and on and on and on….. without any topic…..&lt;br /&gt;……..its only when I have a topic I have to restrict myself to that particular one thing only….&lt;br /&gt;today I don’t have to do that….&lt;br /&gt;Is this what ppl call freedom?&lt;br /&gt;….and if its so then its kinda dangerous…..&lt;br /&gt;Coz if ya don’t have any restriction ya tend to accumulate all rubbish…..and I have a serious doubt that whether I will ever publish this one or what !&lt;br /&gt; or may be I will coz its true….and that’s what I always write …..&lt;br /&gt;or…is it? Don’t know…..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….to be continued……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-650852895001403206?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/650852895001403206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=650852895001403206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/650852895001403206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/650852895001403206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2008/02/ward-no-204.html' title='……Ward No. 204…….'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-8478478424963058366</id><published>2007-12-21T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:49:43.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......and then she kissed him......</title><content type='html'>it was a dark night....&lt;br /&gt;every thing was blackened out except for a few flickering candles trying hard to survive against the wind....every thing was muted out except for the occasional burst of the crackers........it was a diwali night…………..&lt;br /&gt;but the quietness and the dark night was rather cherish-able by her.......&lt;br /&gt;for there in the darkness a boy was telling a story .......&lt;br /&gt;he was telling a story to her .....&lt;br /&gt;a story about two kings who fought against each other for honor...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there in the darkness, she sat still listening to him .........but not quite actually hearing ........ listening to his voice ......... listening as if nothing exists......nothing exits than him......&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is more important than him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“and he roared ….draw out you sword…you coward !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and….she was thinking how amazing his voice sounds………is it really happening for real or is she still dreaming away like she always do about him…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I dare you to fight till death……..come out you terrified rat……come out of your hole……..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and….she was thinking …is it in his eyes ? the mystifying charm ? or the twinkle of mischief ? what is there that magnetize her to listen to him even in this cold winter night out on this rooftop all alone……and she shivered slightly though not out of cold really……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ the two swords clanged and sparks flew off……….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And….she wished the night may never end….for this moments were so precious that she can give away her all and everything to make it last even a few seconds more…..&lt;br /&gt;……yes …..she can even give away her dinosaur eraser….ok…..even her dearest loveliest red frock too…….what else can God want ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…you want more, huh? Ok…here it goes....take it …take this…… and that….. and this….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And…she was wondering …….how can a person be so attractive….and yet so intelligent at the same time……there is a strange thing about him….he looks so formidable yet today, now, sitting so close to him made her feel he is so very close, close enough that she can see his eyelashes…..and she again felt that…. The feeling of pain inside the throat …….is it what they call it…….is it? And for the first time in her life she felt something for which she has no words……is this what they call being ‘sexy’? at that moment she realized the exact meaning of that word ! till now , it was just a word for her , but then she appreciated that there are few words that have a very special meaning thus cannot be used so loosely to everyone every time.  And she moved a bit closer…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“feeling cold, eh? Ok now listen……..he slashed his sword against his opponent….blood coming oozing out yet not surrendering …… Are you listening or not….?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And…..she nodded her head in approval …….though not quite really understanding who is killing whom…..but then …….who cares? As long as they both are fighting , she can continue with her own story where the king is somebody else …………!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…now will you give up? ….NEVER!……..roared the king…….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And……she felt like melting away………..melt away like a river………..ohhhh ! how she wished to be a river and flow all over him………..to be the wind that rustles through his hair caresses  his forehead………be the light of the candles that twinkle in his eyes……………! and she blushed again, thanking God that it was a night !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“as the swords clashed with one another………it was hard to make out who will win…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and…….. she was thinking ……win?  When she is losing everything, her dignity as a lady, her pride, her sanity to him, …..WIN ? how does it matter any more? She is ready to lose her everything for a millionth time to win him……and as slowly the candles slowly but surely melt away to annihilation and as the story started to end , she felt afraid………as if something is going to go away….something is going to be parted for ever and she will never have him back ………..like this way ! how much she wanted him……………..the way she wanted him………..like no other way but this………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she……………………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-8478478424963058366?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8478478424963058366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=8478478424963058366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/8478478424963058366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/8478478424963058366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-then-she-kissed-him.html' title='.......and then she kissed him......'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-1798970504334230454</id><published>2007-11-21T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:56:14.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>........a night in the train...........................</title><content type='html'>........it was in my last year of my masters ..............and I was returning from my home kolkata and back to Pune.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there in train I met him........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... I meet a DJ ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ ...............cool na !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.....ya I thought so too..........................cool !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the first glance ...he didnt look that impressive......actually I never bothered to look at him .......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was his constant 'hooked up with his iPOD'...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (jus remember that that time iPOD was not that an ordinary thing as it is now...........it was a rare thing ........and i didnt know the name too........it was just a small white thing ...thats it....) .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................that forced me to notice him..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and .....like I always do..........if I have the curiosity ...................its always me who starts the conversation first................and I just did that ...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......and I just fired my questions..................... poor soul.................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but .................believe me...............he was so polite that he actually answered my questions .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and took me seriously.................now thats a rare thing....................taking me seriously.........nobody ever does that mistake ....ever..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there he was..................patiently listening to all my queries and replying them too........a rare combination........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats why I still remember him...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok I must be honest ..................!.....I dont remember his name ......or how does he looks like......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was something in him......that still makes me wonder.......and thus I still remember his words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me there was something in him thats still makes me write about him.................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reason alone makes him special enough I think..........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he taught me the essence of music........and why we should we love music........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-1798970504334230454?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1798970504334230454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=1798970504334230454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/1798970504334230454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/1798970504334230454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-in-train.html' title='........a night in the train...........................'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-4610746223161249166</id><published>2007-10-25T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T04:10:47.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....coz .....when Love Isn't Reciprocated With Love, It Hurts Deep Down Inside.</title><content type='html'>"Don't Care So Much For Me,&lt;br /&gt;I May Get Used To It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Come So Near To Me,&lt;br /&gt;I May Not Be Able To Detach From It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Put So Much Faith In Me,&lt;br /&gt;I May Not Be Able To Handle It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Touch Me The Way U Do,&lt;br /&gt;I May Not Be Able To Get Over It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Become A Part Of My Life,&lt;br /&gt;Because Without You, I Won't Be Able To Live It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Make Me Fall For You,&lt;br /&gt;I May Not Be Able To Fall Out Of It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Come Into My Life,&lt;br /&gt;If You Have To Leave One Day.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Give Me The Hope,&lt;br /&gt;That It's Forever U R Going To Stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Love Is An Emotion,&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Be Able To Hide.&lt;br /&gt;When Love Isn't Reciprocated With Love,&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts Deep Down Inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Start Something,&lt;br /&gt;That I Won't Be Able To End.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Make Me Believe,&lt;br /&gt;That You Can Be More Than A Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because At The End Of It All,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Hear You Say,&lt;br /&gt;That," I'M SORRY",&lt;br /&gt;"But I Never Felt The Same Way"...... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it bad to like someone......????&lt;br /&gt;...like someone to a point that you feel theres no other way.......&lt;br /&gt; but to love and no other reason to live other than love......&lt;br /&gt;..is it bad to like someone that much......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above poem is a copied one........but the reason I kept it in my blog is that the words truly reflect my feeling....or to say my state of mind right now.....&lt;br /&gt;.....therefore a little bit of copying business......&lt;br /&gt;.I hope the poet doesn't mind.....&lt;br /&gt;...after all imitation is the best form of flattery.....right?......so,  no offence....ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my trouble is that no one asked me to take the pain........its just all in my imagination ....all this love...affair....and emotions........and..........&lt;br /&gt;no one said any thing........no one promised me any thing.............so..........why do I moan............and whom should I complain.............and whom should I ask for my medicine...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I guess .................I have to live with my maddness.............may be all my life............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like spiderman said ................. you have to choose ...............choose between what is right and what is easy..................its easy to follow what others are doing..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean ....I m sorry it has nothing to do with my disease..........................but still ...................its a question of choice.............shall I live like others like a normal girl................or do what my heart desires...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-4610746223161249166?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4610746223161249166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=4610746223161249166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4610746223161249166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/4610746223161249166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/10/coz-when-love-isnt-reciprocated-with.html' title='....coz .....when Love Isn&apos;t Reciprocated With Love, It Hurts Deep Down Inside.'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-7611596836735159637</id><published>2007-10-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:59:19.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....duniya-banewalle kya tere man me samye......kahe ko ............? ? ?</title><content type='html'>believe me..............girls can be weird.................so weird ...............and so complected that even GODS cant understand them...................leave alone mortal men......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want example.......? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;.......I will give you example.............and believe me I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have examples ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............like....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when girls like someone  or even like the comment they will smile and say "&lt;em&gt; you are so mean".........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...........&lt;/em&gt;when in reality they are "&lt;em&gt;so very happy"&lt;/em&gt;  with the compliment...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another example.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........they will cry when they are happy...... .&lt;br /&gt;..........will smile if they dont like anything.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....will not utter a word and would say nobody understands me.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt; I mean ....how the bloody hell anybody will understand you if you bloody hell dont say anything.........huh.....? ? ?.....are the people antaryami.......or what ........? ? ?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.........&lt;/em&gt;no......stilll.........he would have understood me if he would have loved me......................!&lt;br /&gt;now can you argue with that........&lt;br /&gt;........no......&lt;br /&gt;.........I guess not ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............chalo ye shart bhi rakha hai ke agar payar karna hai to man ki baat bhi parni chahie.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will love someone madly...........and wont say anything to him.............. not even a word.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........but would pour out the minutest to minutest detail to friend about how she had a querrel with the sabjiwalla over a pau-kilo over-priced bhindi...................right down to the details about the size of the ladiesfinger....... &lt;em&gt;details are important you know&lt;/em&gt;...............!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....................I mean ........&lt;/em&gt;would buy anything .......even if she doesent like it.......if its a rupee cheaper.........and again would buy torn clothes cause its designer................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it so very unfair.......? ? ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-7611596836735159637?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7611596836735159637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=7611596836735159637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/7611596836735159637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/7611596836735159637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/10/duniya-banewalle-kya-tere-man-me.html' title='.....duniya-banewalle kya tere man me samye......kahe ko ............? ? ?'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-6317100024751382562</id><published>2007-10-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:56:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do I ? really ? ? ?</title><content type='html'>....last day Rookie said that the reason he got stuck with me was because ...........&lt;br /&gt;.........I write well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I didnt quite really believed him....&lt;br /&gt;but................&lt;br /&gt;...even though I wanted to disagree...................&lt;br /&gt;...a part of me really wanted to believe him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................really wanted to.................&lt;br /&gt;........ ...............but ................&lt;br /&gt;.......................my another half smiled at me ........................&lt;br /&gt;.....................and ...................................&lt;br /&gt;said................... &lt;em&gt;are you nuts? or what ? writer you...? are you crazy.......? not in a million years........not even in a thousand million years....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but then why did I wanted to believe him........wanted to believe him so badly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....is this what I really wanted to be.........may be ...&lt;br /&gt;may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...may be really I wanted to be good at it....coz this is what I really enjoy doing .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......I enjoy writing .........sounds crazy.....&lt;br /&gt;..but I liked his words ....and truely wanted to believe him.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....that .........................&lt;br /&gt;.................I m good at it..........&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to believe that...................................&lt;br /&gt;......and may be some one,  some day will really like my work and&lt;br /&gt; would really appreciate it whole heartedly .............&lt;br /&gt;........and would say someday that I like you writing............&lt;br /&gt;.......without any intension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just pure and simple words of appreciation...............no other reasons no other intensions, ......................no other interest..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........ohhhhh no...&lt;br /&gt;...heaven knows I m not doubting Rookie.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............its just that I m still in disbelief that anyone can seriously like my writing and say that&lt;br /&gt;as well.....&lt;br /&gt;.....coz it never happened to me before .....&lt;br /&gt;...never in my life.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............well.............. yes of course........................ once..........&lt;br /&gt;......once some one did appreciate my writing ............&lt;br /&gt;.......but then he never did it again.........&lt;br /&gt;........so I m in a kind of a dileama....... is it true....................? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................but you know something ..........&lt;br /&gt;.........even though I doubt my abilities..........&lt;br /&gt;....still its the one that like to be good at ..........&lt;br /&gt;........and thats the reason I have opened my blog so that I can write without bothereing anyone else..........&lt;br /&gt;...you see ita a pain for others to read a new writers creation.......&lt;br /&gt;..............you have bloody hell no idea how pesty we can be......&lt;br /&gt;.....always behind the othere to ask .........and pester them how was my writing..........&lt;br /&gt;................so this blog is more safer ............&lt;br /&gt;...........for me as well as for the others too.....&lt;br /&gt;.....they are safe from the torture to read my craps....&lt;br /&gt;.and....well.......&lt;br /&gt; I m safe too.........from their curses.................! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then do I ?&lt;br /&gt;do I have this ability?&lt;br /&gt;the ability to express myself in words..............?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know..........I really dont know........&lt;br /&gt;.... I have always remained a confused kid..........&lt;br /&gt;.....actually what kid?&lt;br /&gt; I m still confused as an adult also........&lt;br /&gt;.......so how can I express myself in simple words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........but then thats what he said.........&lt;br /&gt;.......in his words.................&lt;br /&gt;......" u hv uncanny power of express deeper thoughts into simpler words ...".................? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really ? ? ? ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;do I have it?&lt;br /&gt;if its true .........then I will feel blessed ..........&lt;br /&gt;.........coz thats what I wanted..........&lt;br /&gt;......even in my life too.........&lt;br /&gt;........I feel that we make ourself our life too complicated......&lt;br /&gt;...why cant life be simple...........? ? ?&lt;br /&gt; simple as it should be? why do we make our own world uncomprihensible...........? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................and I have bloody hell no idea............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................for me....&lt;br /&gt;...if you ask me.......&lt;br /&gt;...........we should do the things we want to ......&lt;br /&gt;........speak to the people we want to speak to.........&lt;br /&gt;.........and not think the consequences........for once........&lt;br /&gt;.......I know what I asking is chaos and confusion everwhere.........just imagine ......people doing whatever they want to........&lt;br /&gt;....and its a scary thing to even imagine.......&lt;br /&gt;.......but once .....&lt;br /&gt;...once cant we act in the manner we want to?&lt;br /&gt; and that will be when we are in love...&lt;br /&gt;...yes difficult thing to understand.....&lt;br /&gt;..more difficult to express even ......&lt;br /&gt;...but this is what I m saying.........&lt;br /&gt;......for once in your life do what your heart desires..........&lt;br /&gt;.........and say what your heart truely wants to say ........&lt;br /&gt;...........without any hesitation.............&lt;br /&gt;..........and believe me God will be with you.........&lt;br /&gt;.......and if he is busy somewhere elsse ...&lt;br /&gt;.then believe me I will be there with you all the way long..&lt;br /&gt;..even if I m busy..................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........you know ' Dil ke mamle me hamesha dil ki sun na chahie'...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will ask how the hell do I know about it?&lt;br /&gt;what have I done to get the right to give such kind of advise to others ..........&lt;br /&gt;well....................if you ask me.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what I did.........and will always do................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always.....................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-5435841128652314228</id><published>2007-10-18T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:35:57.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crickters.....</title><content type='html'>You see…….every word I say has a reason behind it&lt;br /&gt;……….and I really mean the words I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….however irrational it may sound……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact is that I like cricketers……&lt;br /&gt;even though I m not so much in to the game……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz the last time I played cricket…..I broke my glasses….&lt;br /&gt;and my bowler….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well….&lt;br /&gt;he lost his front tooth …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I like them…………why…? …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…well I like their spirit ….what we call……sportsman spirit……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..the ability , the guts , the self-respect you need to shake hands with with the winning captain keeeping a brave smile and holding your head straight…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……even if your heart is aching for the lost match….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.that kind of spirit………that I admire in a true sportsman……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you frankly ….its your sportsman spirit, the practicality, the gentleman inside you , the frankness that I liked the most…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….and honesty is all I have……..all I have to give.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-5435841128652314228?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' 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value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-7668246743585678098</id><published>2007-09-14T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T03:05:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakshya</title><content type='html'>.....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I was watching the film....lakshya.....and blood ran chilled though my spine........its another such kind of movie which inspires me a lot......and in simple words.......one of my favourites.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see it through my eyes ......its all about a journey.....journey of a boy towards becoming a man........ or may be a journey to discover yourself.....who you truely are...... what your heart really desires....... and to tell you ...........its the most difficult question in one's life........ that what his heart really desires..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............what my heart desires.....................that was a question I realized I too dont know the answer when I saw it in the column of 'today's prediction'................I not a staunch followers of such 'predictions'................but you know na human mind................so even if&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe I couldnt help but to see what was written in there for me...........................and it said........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you will get what your heart desires"....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................lo kar lo bat..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how will I know ..............whether that the prediction is true..........?...............so .........what exactly my heart wants?..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought and I thought.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then again I thought...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still couldnt find out.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what my heart really wants ..............strange isnt it...............like I know myself ..........stilll I dont know what I want...............and...if I dont know what I want ..................then how will I get it.........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a huge question.............if you ask me............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end of the day ..................when  nothing happened .......I realized that .............I really dont know what is that I want..............more than anything else...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...........that is aim............lakshya..................a goal.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what I want................I want to have a goal in my life............be it anything........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lakshya for which I should live.................or die for it................&lt;div 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I did it again........ and I m sorry that I did..........so many a times I have promiced myself........not to expect..........and yet I did it again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and I guess I have to suffer it ....... for there is no other consequence but to shatter your heart and stoop again to pick it up and build it up all over again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I guess I have to pay the price of believing ......... but I cant help....... I cant stop believing you.......I cant give up my hopes on you......its just to much to ask from me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... but.....yes.....ohh yes ...the price is too heavy ......esp . when you believed and expected with all your heart ........ it hurts......it hurts very badly......believe me....... it hurts to wait and be dissapointed every time you break your word.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................foolish you may say..........................for believing a stranger.............and falling for him...........and hoping for him...................... it isnt the way world looks at reality................ but I guess I have my own rules....... which I cannot help but to follow........ coz thats wat my heart says............... and shouldnt we all be true to our hearts......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................when pandora opened her box all the misery and unhappiness was out in the world........but it was hope that survived........ and helped the man from being lost ............................&lt;br /&gt;................ its the only thing that survives when ......... everything is over................... hope survives...................when everything has left you....................and you start hoping.........that...............if .............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-768687640430854233?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/768687640430854233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=768687640430854233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/768687640430854233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/768687640430854233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/09/expectations.html' title='expectations..........'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-3725750555875552160</id><published>2007-09-10T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:37:43.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siddhartha.............</title><content type='html'>of course not...............not that Siddhartha.............!&lt;br /&gt;he is the present day , or what to say modern version of Siddhartha........the only similarity in between them is that both are equally cool.......!........in their own way I guess.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................he is the one of the finest actors in Telugu film industry......may be even in Hindi film industry also........ His name is Siddhartha........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....ohh...yeh......enough of introduction..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the reason.......of me being a Bengali.......feeding on Hindi films........how m I interested in Telugu stars..........esp when I know Telugu as good as Shakespeare knows bengali........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reason has.......dear friend...........it has.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......during my stay in hyderabad......I had to suffer but to listen to the unknown language of the south.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......surprisingly ........one fine day I realized that I was humming a telegu song.......pretty strange.....you see.....humming a song without knowing the words or the meaning .....is not a simple thing......and I figured out that it has to be a great one........as I couldnt help but to sing the whole day in that strange language......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I querried about it.........it did turned out to be a telegu song of a recent film...in which.......yes of course.......Siddhartha is the hero......and the moment I saw the trailor of it ........I knew that I have to watch it........theres no other way out........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......and I did......I went to the movie theater......yes.....bought the ticket......and saw the movie......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........while watching I realized that you dont need to know the language to appreciate a good movie......or to enjoy its story......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and ......believe me......at the end I could understand the story.......even could guess what the performers were saying as well....... pretty amazing if you ask me........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........so the moral of the whole story is that acting is not about language......it has a language of its own.......and anybody can read it if they want to.......thats the beauty of acting....... were action speal louder than the words and the unspoken words have a greater impact than its uttered counterpart.........only music has that ability..........I guess........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hats off to that person ........who dragged a non-telegu person to a movie hall by the sheer splendor of its story line and superb acting........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.......what more great tribute can one pay to an actor than to accept that I went to a movie to see his acting.......and only his acting.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-3725750555875552160?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3725750555875552160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=3725750555875552160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>imperfectness.............</title><content type='html'>of all the people that I meet or interacted personally.................I have observed one single common factor........... that we are all imperfect..................... no matter how hard we try...no matter how many promices we make................... we have to realize that we are not as perfect we want to be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ...........the thing is that neither do we realize it nor do we want others to realize it........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-531789928930096428?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/531789928930096428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-6041438746794896610</id><published>2007-08-29T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:13:50.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>........its when desert turns green..............</title><content type='html'>.............well if you ask me about the coolest thing on earth ...........................that will be love..............no you idiot.....................its love.................&lt;br /&gt;yes love...........&lt;br /&gt;..................the one you cannot call by any other name but love...............one you cannot replace it by any other thing ................ the one you cannot live without....................the one which consumes your every thing....................and yet you desire for more................ that kind...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...... according to me everybody is in love ............ every body in this planet earth is some how or the other way is affected by love whether they admit it or not...........irrespective whether they realize it or not...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is one of the simplest desire of any living object ............to be loved and give love in return............simple you see.............. but ..........................&lt;br /&gt;99% of the literary work is dedicated to it.....................almost all the wars in the history is fought for it.................countless number of men...( women as well.......) have died for it...........even they have raised monuments in the name of live.............even ...............even .............a whole day is dedicated for it...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me .................. so much of fuss is not necessary.....................but then again I cant control the world................can I ? ? ? its my own opinion............... thats it.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we keep it simple............. just like we feel hungry......or feel sleepy...........why cant it be as simple as that...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-6041438746794896610?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6041438746794896610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=6041438746794896610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/6041438746794896610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/6041438746794896610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/08/coolest-thing-on-earth.html' title='........its when desert turns green..............'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-5584569463032310096</id><published>2007-08-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:10:55.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its fantastic ! you mean I can write any thing......huh?</title><content type='html'>just incredible .................does it mean I can write any thing.....? any thing on this heaven and earth and anything beyond that..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coooooooool&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.......... now...........what should I write............ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.......quite strange....I have to admit............I m not finding anything to write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; now............but still feel like writing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just like .........if you give a child a pen and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know how to write but still goes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scribbling&lt;/span&gt; in her own script........... I guess its like that...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way I guess the ink is about end......I mean time for me to go I guess.......... but this is absolutely great...................... really cool.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-5584569463032310096?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5584569463032310096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=5584569463032310096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/5584569463032310096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/5584569463032310096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-fantastic-you-ean-i-can-write-any.html' title='its fantastic ! you mean I can write any thing......huh?'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492848728796426994.post-2360726642697954424</id><published>2007-08-29T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:06:38.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acknowledgement......</title><content type='html'>...............................it would be really selfish and highly ungrateful on my part if I don't mention the names who are behind all these pleasure of putting my thoughts in words..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so......... where do I begin...... should we start from the beginning........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well......then I think I should thank firstly my kid bro&lt;br /&gt;who thinks himself to be pro.......&lt;br /&gt;but....to me he is still......the very old......&lt;br /&gt;.......... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rookie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.............who was the first person on this entire universe to appreciate my writings........ no matter how much I use foul language...... no matter how rubbish I scrap him......... he never fails to reply me back......and that too in kind words........ now....can you get better than this ?&lt;br /&gt;......I guess not.......&lt;br /&gt;and you know it feels really great to know that someone likes your words.......... God bless his &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................the next person...... who gave me a reason to put my pen to paper.......oops.....or to say........ a reason to put my fingers on the keyboard.........is my fantasy....... the one who fired my imagination...............&lt;br /&gt;........the ultimate coolest person the world has ever seen&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Photographer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;........ he is my reason to put my thoughts to words .........&lt;br /&gt;...... and I guess I will never stop researching about him................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..... as of now I can only think of these two............ but............but.......but  ............ that doesnt mean that I m not influenzed by others ...................... in fact................ the every single person that I &lt;em&gt;meet&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; to or &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; about ........ gives me something to write about...... and to think about............... and makes me wonder how my life has been shaped by them..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it any one........ just anyone ........&lt;br /&gt;...............yes............................................&lt;br /&gt;.......it can be you too.................................. ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492848728796426994-2360726642697954424?l=kamalikapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2360726642697954424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492848728796426994&amp;postID=2360726642697954424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/2360726642697954424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492848728796426994/posts/default/2360726642697954424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalikapaul.blogspot.com/2007/08/acknowledgement.html' title='acknowledgement......'/><author><name>kamali_lost in words_find me if you can</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624708034618583204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00515130970221659669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>