<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:30.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>Its all between mind and heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863.post-2401992208719801970</id><published>2008-04-22T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:01:07.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few popular lines</title><content type='html'>Five friends are sitting together over a weekend and having their regular talks when one of them remembers this  line, or more aptly the dialogue,  "kya cheez cut piece" and the discussion routes towards making an attempt to remember the origin of the same. Finally a friend remembers its one of the cheeky lines by Shakti Kapoor. I went on to recollect a few more of the very famous dialogues from Bollywood..  they may not be correct verbatim but I guess I made a decent effort. It should be a good exercise to try to figure out how many of these do you know/remember and to which movie each one belongs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"zamaane ne thokar laga laga ke is dil ko patthar bana dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mohabbat bhi zindagi ki tarah hoti hai, zindagi ka har mod aasaan nahi hota, kadam kadam par mushkile hoti hain... phir jab hum zindagi ka saath nahi chhodte to mohabbat ka saath kaise chhod dein?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sab tumhari bahar ki Alisha ko dekhte hain... koi tumhari andar ki Alisha ko nahi pehchaan paya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"koi mushkil nahi hai Tipu, gore patlun pehen ke ei khel ka kirket kahet hai aur hum langoti bandh ke gulli-danda. samjha? arre hamaar baap dada khelat rae hai gulli-danda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yahan se pachaas pachaas kos dur jab koi baccha rota hai to maa bolti hai so ja betey so ja.. warna Gabbar aa jayega"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kyun peete ho itna ki bardaasht hi na kar paao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaun kambakht bardaasht karne ko peeta hai... hum to isliye peete hain ki yahan baith sake, tumhe dekh sake, tumhe bardaasht kar sake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"amchi Mumbai... apun se shaadi karegi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ek pati kya chahega ki uski patni use sabse zyada pyar kare.. apni maa se zyada, apne bhai se zyada, sabse zyada..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mohabbat kya hai? kyun hai? kahan hai?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dosti ki hai.. nibhaani to padegi hi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maango us hi se.. jo de khushi se aur kahe na kisi se"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lehron ke saath to koi bhi chal sakta hai... asli mard wo hai jo saagar ki lehron ko cheer ke aage badhta hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life is a business"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rahul... naam to suna hoga?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakti: "kabhi tu daru peeti hai aur kabhi pooja karti hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aapko maalum hai sir, ke mere paas Megha ki ek bhi tasveer nahi... kabhi zaroorat hi nahi padi.. kyuki jahan bhi pyaar ho, jahan bhi mohabbat ho, mujhe wahan meri Megha dikhti hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gawaar... kitni aasaani se ginwa diya ki tumhe har pal meri yaad aati thi... magar ye kabhi nahi socha ki un palon me beet-ta to mein hi tha.. diya tum jalati thi lekin usme jalta to mein hi tha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"rishtey kisi guarantee card ke saath to aate nahi hain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"taareekh par tareekh... tareekh par tareekh.. aakhir kab tak mylord!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kin hindustaniyon ki baat karte ho tum log….saari duniya jaanti hai humne batwaare ke waqt aap logon ko 65 crore diye the tab jaake aapke sir pe tirpal aayi thi... sar dhakne ki aukaat nahi aur tum bandookon ki baat karte ho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"meine tumhe kya samjha.. aur tum kya nikle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2 bedroom ka flat to humne bhi khareeda.. par use ghar nahi bana paye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naam- Shivaji Rao Waghle. Maratha hoon... Maratha marta hai ya maarta hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jo pacchees saal me nahi hua... wo ab hoga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kabhi kabhi bade logon ko bhi is baat ka ehsaas karwana padta hai ki wo kabhi bhi chhote ho sakte hain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jaanta hun aapko sahare ki zaroorat nahi.. mein bas saath dene aaya hun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"senorita... aise bade bade deshon me chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tum mujhe maarte maarte thak jaoge lekin mein maar khaate khaate nahi thakunga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"paanch baje ke baad deva ki adaalat shuru hoti hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don ke dushman ki sabse badi galti hai ki wo don ka dushman hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"humne to apni zindagi ji li chunni babu... ab to bas in dhadkano ka lihaaz karte hain.. par kya kahein in duniya walon ko... jo aakhri saans pe bhi aitraaz karte hain.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aur haan.. police ko bataane ki galti mat karna.. kahin ghabrahat me goli na chal jaye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mein kahan hun... tum kaun ho.. mujhe yahan kaun laya? Dr. saab mujhe kuch yaad nahi aa raha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pyar hi to hota hai jo yaadon me reh jata hai.. warna yaadon me rakha hi kya hota hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mein Viren ko paanch saal se jaanti hun.. mein to unko tab se jaanti hun jab mein paanch saal ki thi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aein teli tya maa mal dayi hai? to fil taali tyon nahi bajata? deth ta nahin hain hamale laja babu to titna majaa aa laha hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chandramukhi.. is bhare paimaane me aur sharaab dalogi to kya hoga.. chalak jayega. Isi tarah paro ke naam se bhara pada hai paimaan-e-devdas bhi.. aur bharogi to chalak jayega...khud to girega tumhe bhi gira dega lekin zameen par"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ye pyar bhi badi ajeeb cheez hai.. jahan ikraar ki puri ummeed hoti hai wahan bhi dil kehne se darta hai... aur mujhe to inkaar ka poora yakeen hai !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"accha tum pehle ye nakki kar lo ki tumhari samasya kya hai.. naam, naukri ki ghar? Ah ghar... ek kaam karo... yahan se right me chale jao wahan bahut saare hotel hain, jao.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haan mein.. magar wo.. lekin mein.. kyuki wo... tumne to... suno to...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haath muh dho lo beta.. mein khana lagati hun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ek ladki dekhi, one flash aur mein apna dil kho baitha...ab to bas ek hi tamanna hai... rehna hai uske dil me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tum kaun hote ho meri zindagi ka faisla karne wale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706238591664920863-2401992208719801970?l=transcendentaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2401992208719801970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706238591664920863&amp;postID=2401992208719801970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/2401992208719801970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/2401992208719801970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-popular-lines.html' title='Few popular lines'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863.post-982656049003174549</id><published>2008-04-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:22:10.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The overwhelming emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've placed inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have pulled me back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have also torn me apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though this means nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always help me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though you're the one who made me fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You say its whatever I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you tell me which one to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you claim you'd never hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you did leave a bruise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I cant avoid your gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you made me anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you that I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you yell &amp;amp; cuss &amp;amp; scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've really got me wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what's wrong with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tue, Mar 11th 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706238591664920863-982656049003174549?l=transcendentaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/982656049003174549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706238591664920863&amp;postID=982656049003174549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/982656049003174549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/982656049003174549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/somethings-wrong.html' title='Something&apos;s wrong'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863.post-2014422962797868429</id><published>2007-12-31T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:51:49.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I await 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Year's Eve has always been a time for looking back to the past, and more importantly, forward to the coming year. It's a time to reflect on the changes we want (or need) to make and resolve to follow through on those changes. In the light of this beautiful thought, I have identified a set of changes I want to make to myself and a difference to the people around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tame the bulge&lt;/strong&gt; - Over 66 percent of adult Americans are considered overweight or obese by recent studies, so it is not surprising to find that weight loss is one of the most popular New Year's resolutions. However, the statistics in my case are a bit interesting. First of all I am an Indian at heart and secondly I weigh only 152 lbs. I am a little over 5' 8" which sets my lower and upper weight limits to 137 and 171 lbs respectively, the target being 154. Wow, that sounds close :) Now what I need to focus on is not losing weight, but to convert fat to muscle and distribute it evenly throughout. Well, that determines what needs to be changed and there being only a single key to achieve this I resolve to exercise regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep learning&lt;/strong&gt; - This is one thing I want to do just without any reasons. Alright, no lies, I guess it keeps me inspired and motivated, it gives me the driving force for all my thinking, and may be it also gives me a sense of satisfaction and value adddition. I hope I can learn something new each passing moment. Sounds more like a wish than a resolution :) but I'll make my best efforts to grasp things from everyday activities. A simple TV show, a chat with a friend, a discussion with a group, a simple read, a movie... each of these has a lot of potential to teach and there is just so much opportunity out there to learn! I just need to dance with oppurtunity while its still on the dance floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;/strong&gt; - Forgiving is allowing another person to be human for faults, mistakes, or misdeeds. Forgetting is putting these behind you; they are no longer brought up with no ongoing negative references to the event and no longer remain a barrier to your relationship. I guess everybody knows what it is, its just a matter of accepting it. I am very glad I already have this ability to forgive and forget and I will continue to make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help others&lt;/strong&gt; - A theory of physics is called 'The Butterfly Effect". This states that a butterfly flapping its wings in one part of the world can begin a chain of events in the air around it that causes a hurricane somewhere else on the planet. Like the way an avalanche must begin with a single grain of snow, as just one grain had to be the first. I resolve to volunteer to help people around me. Volunteerism can take many forms. It may come in the form of a few moments I spare from my busy schedule; or if time is in short supply, then donating furniture clothing and other household/personal items I no longer need rather than leaving them out by the curb. It may even come in the simplest form where I just spend a few moments trying to convince someone to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spread around peace, happiness and love&lt;/strong&gt; - All the time, every moment of the day, we're in this world and either making it better or making it worse. Because we're all inter-connected, our thoughts spread out and affect everything around us. When we feel bad, we might treat people in an ill-natured or thoughtless way, which can lower their mood, and they might do the same to the next person they meet, and so it carries on. Perhaps, my bad mood could travel through various other minds, fanning out, until it eventually brings one person down enough to cause a family argument, may be in another country! One thing I intend to do to alleviate the precarious position that we are all in is to consciously spread happiness. I want to deliberately radiate happiness outwards. Also, making other people happy is curative in itself. Even if it's hard to make myself happy, making other people happy will distract me from my own mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, I've decided to &lt;strong&gt;be more flexible&lt;/strong&gt; - Despite having set the above goals, I foresee that my plans &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; skew somewhat from the original. Not that I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; them to, I am saying the plans &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; skew because life has a funny way of throwing unexpected things at us and flexibility is required to complete anything but the simplest goal. Sometimes the goal itself will even change. Most of all, I hope to recognize partial successes at every step along the way. Just as a resolution isn't accomplished the day it's stated, neither is it accomplished the day you reach your goal. Rather, it's accomplished in many small increments along the way. Acknowledging these incremental successes as they come is the way to go in life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope and pray 2008 brings to all of us the best of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706238591664920863-2014422962797868429?l=transcendentaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2014422962797868429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706238591664920863&amp;postID=2014422962797868429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/2014422962797868429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/2014422962797868429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/while-i-await-2008.html' title='While I await 2008'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863.post-2078656628947319112</id><published>2007-06-15T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:50:36.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I begin to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This feeling that bonds me to you like a steel chain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It holds me back, when you are near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm afraid, when I'm in fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every night in my dreams, I feel you near me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you so blind, you cannot see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I feel for you is so, so real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, should I tell you how I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same emotion day after day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could I know our friendship would turn out this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I doing the right thing by telling you how I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or when I wake-up, will this just not be real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll always remember the talks we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That sometimes could last all day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were comfortable saying nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The silence would be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you, I would gladly walk a mile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If that would give me a chance..... to see you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd call you my friend, but that would be a lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You mean more to me, but I can't explain why......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you are more precious to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Than all of the world's gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can't tell you that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I be that bold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I spoke what's on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you accept me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know where I’d be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things you don't know, feelings I don't let show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secrets, hidden deep in my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would love the chance to show you what you deserve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A chance to give you more than the whole universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't describe how much you mean to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the vision is clouded so you may not see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't even try to explain, how my heart longs for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I know I can't.... no matter what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know if I should forget it or just give it time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could keep my heart from controlling my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know someday... I will eventually find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But only when it is right and in God's due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So until the day, that the spell is broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must keep my love for you.... unspoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I sit and watch the calm sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if true love between us can ever be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mon, Nov 17th 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706238591664920863-2078656628947319112?l=transcendentaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2078656628947319112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706238591664920863&amp;postID=2078656628947319112' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/2078656628947319112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/2078656628947319112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/2007/06/hidden-feelings.html' title='Hidden feelings...'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863.post-7545824335397539026</id><published>2007-02-27T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:34:47.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations v/s Hopes</title><content type='html'>When I was very young I heard and since then remembered two sayings from two of my different teachers. The sayings go as..."Expectations are the root cause of misery" and "Never loose hopes, coz hopes are the only ropes that'll support you". I thought a lot over these two and weighed them considering numerous instances from my own life as well as others life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed was that sometimes I was hurt because I expected too much from others, that indirectly means there is a limit in every friendship that I should not cross. If it were in my hands, I would brush aside this limit...but unfortunately it needs two to tango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, friendship needs time to grow...even I can't be a best of a friend to everyone who comes my way, although it varies that some people may turn out to be very good friends in a very short span of time while others just remain strangers even in years' relationship!! My initial friendship with anyone always turned out to be good... but then over time when I knew the person truly and better, I found most of them to be mere role players. In between these two phases I remained the same self... and that didn't prevent me from being demanding. The cases where friendship is true are very pleasing and euphoric, I mean nothing can make atleast me feel better than possessing a true friend. On the other hand, cases where friendship turns out to be something different, are very hard and uneasy to handle...they just break me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a dream to perfect &lt;em&gt;(and include in a stereotype)&lt;/em&gt; the search and selection techniques into a science so that one can predict almost infallibly on the very first meeting with any person, whether or not the person is worth making a friend. The stereotype was a joke but the search and selection thingie is something everyone should be aware of. I try to strain my brains as much as I can... but still sometimes I make wrong decisions...after all I am a human being ( I hope u agree with this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I have written and how you would interpret it, but to recapitulate, I would say that I &lt;span&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;live with hopes in my heart rather than living with the fear of getting hurt on expecting and not getting the expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be positive, its in my blood (B+ve)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706238591664920863-7545824335397539026?l=transcendentaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7545824335397539026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706238591664920863&amp;postID=7545824335397539026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/7545824335397539026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/7545824335397539026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/2007/02/expectations-vs-hopes.html' title='Expectations v/s Hopes'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863.post-7994049923077379338</id><published>2007-02-26T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:15:08.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE: what is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life isn't about getting good marks in college. It is not about how many people call you and its not about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which girl likes you. Its not about your shoes or about your hair colour or the colour of your skin or where you live or go to college. Infact its not about rank, money or clothes. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and its not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It pertains to how you feel about yourself. Its about trust, happiness and compassion. Its about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. Its about what you say and what you mean. Its about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, its about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in such a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life is all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just as I am about to post this note, I remember a line from a famous hindi song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"zindagi ek alag cheez hai... zinda rehna alag baat hai.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To sum up... life is strange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706238591664920863-7994049923077379338?l=transcendentaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7994049923077379338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706238591664920863&amp;postID=7994049923077379338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/7994049923077379338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/7994049923077379338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-what-is-it.html' title='LIFE: what is it?'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706238591664920863.post-108321696765517100</id><published>2007-02-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:18:21.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pursuit of happYness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I apologize for spamming you all with this.  This is something  that's been churning around my head for a while now, and I needed to write it. This little rant is not really intended to make big differences to you, instead its just an introduction to happiness”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[1] Stop assigning blame.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first step.  Stop assigning  blame and leave the past behind you. You know whose fault it is that your life isn't perfect.  Your  boss.  Your professor.  Your lover.  The ones who hurt you, the ones who abused you, the ones who left you bleeding.  Or  even yourself.  You know whose fault it is — you've been  telling yourself your whole life.  Knowing whose fault it is that your life sucks is an excellent way to absolve yourself of any reponsibility for taking your life into your own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it.  Let it go.  The past isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;. If we're not talking about something that is real and present and in  your life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;, then it doesn't matter.  Nothing can  be done about it.  If nothing can be done about it, then don't spend your energy dwelling on it — you have other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound cruel, I may sound simplistic, I may sound like I'm  saying you should just “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get over it&lt;/span&gt;”, by suggesting that you should let go off your past.  I'm sorry for that.  But life won't hold still and wait for you to lick your wounds.  The race is  still being run.  Get up and keep moving.  You can't do anything about yesterday. You can do something about tomorrow.  And about the next day. Focus your energies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[2] Surprise yourself.  No — amaze yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't have time to write.”  “I can't dance.”  “I can't talk to  new people.”  “I'm not attractive.” I hear this all the time.  I always hear the people around me sabotaging themselves, drawing lines and borders and boxes around themselves. To which I say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; the time; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;; just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to people;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, again, it's simplistic of me to say that.  But it's simplistic of you to so easily say what you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cannot&lt;/span&gt; do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're excellent pattern-matchers.  That's what the human mind does — it's a pattern-matching engine.  So we look at ourselves, at our history, at our behaviors, and we draw straight lines between the points — we assume that just because we've done things a certain way in the past, we'll always do them that way in the future.  If we've failed before, we'll always fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to keep doing the things you hate.   Why go home and beat yourself up for, say, not going  over and saying a few words to someone you find really attractive?  Can any damage they could do to you by  rejecting you possibly be any worse than the damage  you're going to do to yourself for missing the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[3] Find the demon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'm talking about?  It's the little voice in the back of your head that's always whispering,  “You can't”.  You know the demon.  You may think you  hate the demon, but you don't.  You love it.  You let it own you.  You do everything it says.  Everytime there's something you want, you consult the demon first, to see if it will say, “You can't have that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you don't realize is that your demon doesn't know anything. It's an idiot.  It's nothing but a parrot, repeating back to  you anything negative that it's ever heard, anything that makes you hurt, makes you squirm.  If a teacher once told you “You'll never accomplish anything,” it was listening; it hoards words like that and repeats them back to you to watch you jump.  It doesn't know what it's saying.  It  doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[4] Exorcise yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take me literally or not, as suits you.  But do,  please, the next time you hear that voice in your head, imagine it, visualize it, as something physical that  you can get hold of; tear it out of you, feel its  fingers weaken and lose their grip on your spine,  and grind it to dust, to nothing, under your boot heel on your way out to dance in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can.  You think you can't; but it's telling you  that.  You can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[5] You don't exist. You just think you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We're nothing but the stories we tell ourselves.  We know  in our hearts what kind of people we are, what we're capable of, because we've told ourselves what kind of people we  are.  You're a carefully-rehearsed list of weaknesses and strengths you've told yourself you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Self-confidence, for example, is a particularly nebulous quality you can easily talk yourself out of having.) You owe no allegiance to that self-image if it harms you. If you don't like the story your life has become — tell  yourself a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the person you want to be and do what that  person would do.  Act the way that person would act. Amazingly enough, once you start acting like that person, people will start treating you like that person. And you'll start to believe it.  And then it will be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to your new self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything I've just said, self-examination can be paralysis. Don't “remember to breathe” — just breathe.  It's a  Tao thing. It's the paradox at the center of all this — remember that, “Am I living up to being the person I want to be?”, is not a question the person you want to be would ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can leave you with just one thought, it's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop wasting your time fretting over not being happy. Just be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706238591664920863-108321696765517100?l=transcendentaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/feeds/108321696765517100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706238591664920863&amp;postID=108321696765517100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/108321696765517100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706238591664920863/posts/default/108321696765517100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendentaks.blogspot.com/2007/02/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='The pursuit of happYness'/><author><name>The 'Aks' Effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403072475433309619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
