<?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-738055023081405905</id><updated>2011-11-08T10:14:31.466+05:30</updated><category term='puzzles'/><category term='the ability to be hapPy . . .'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='species'/><title type='text'>I stand dark I stand alone</title><subtitle type='html'>i stand staring ordinary
as the other billion stares
i stand disappear as steps receed
but i stare not as the billion stares
i eye not who stands beside 
but see the distance  the light reads
the unaccesible to reach
the darkness inside i question
for the courage i seek to feel
i bruise to stare the billion 
from where their sight conceals</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738055023081405905.post-4940682906930586109</id><published>2009-05-14T19:45:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:02:04.089+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I stare from down under</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SgwojdC9n3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FESs3ZJYufk/s1600-h/blog_baner_updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SgwojdC9n3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FESs3ZJYufk/s400/blog_baner_updated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335684248084782962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare from down under the skies I need to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the darkness inside me wants to get real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run I run I run to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruises of death touch, touch me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink my blood but u cannot decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you laugh or cry when none beside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe the distance, the distance to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare from down under Bruises that wouldn't heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare bleeding the dark embracing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make bleed till I can no more feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dark seems more real than the distant light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand dark and I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone is all I aught to be for the laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed behind me too and let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare from down under love made me bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear made me weak now fear stands real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stands and runs through me at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a 1000 rips from the inside, I don't kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last drop holds me up for I am me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what I was I have no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;define me define me I cry to the empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no one to hear me or hold me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search from down under why you had to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n make me the pieces I need a life to retrieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know now who is me for all is empty inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search the dark for myself to seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in search of blood eyes lost when I did bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand dark and the dark stands beside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still gather the scattered and drink back the spill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what of the pieces which will never reconcile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told u I wont but u made me let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made your love hold me and strengthen my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when I smiled and stood tall you let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell to the bruises the darkness I still embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stood where none did I still sometimes remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it dwells the dark for none is worthy more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you make or break for you held my key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I know not if it still stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I keep the keys now locked where u dwelled once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it dwells the dark standing naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It need not open not exist not show but haunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huant my heart that now knows a thousand bruises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands naked but some heal for you once smiled here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you smiled you kissed and held strenthened my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death justifies but not another to dwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed from down under the empty comes to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It haunts my nights the darkness I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish some lies could please you soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that without you my life sees pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lies couldn't make me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire me to learn that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness means more than you touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire me to be complete when I bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stared away long before I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dark be darker to fade my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I shall not kneel for my love will not seize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn and stand all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles will touch me again laughter will hear my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for when blood wet my skin I smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile away my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the dark fails to darken me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed to destroy for I did not kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand inside out have none concealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart no more dwells in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved so close but was so distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for could not see your tear touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could not feel smiles fade you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were but of a different air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go dwell where you aspire breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my remains are of your empty stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now you better respire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles dwell around you and you dwell around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be oblivious yet aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand at a distance yet smile at your stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you were once nostalgic love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away for there is much more to be found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-4940682906930586109?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4940682906930586109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=4940682906930586109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/4940682906930586109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/4940682906930586109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you see the light it shadows&lt;br /&gt;can you stand not lost&lt;br /&gt;but laugh out for the path mirrors&lt;br /&gt;its dark now but for light to be&lt;br /&gt;its hard now for smiles to see&lt;br /&gt;lost is now not forever will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand staring ordinary&lt;br /&gt;as the other billion stares&lt;br /&gt;i stand disappear as steps receed&lt;br /&gt;but i stare not as the billion stares&lt;br /&gt;i eye not who stands beside&lt;br /&gt;but see the distance  the light reads&lt;br /&gt;the unaccesible to reach&lt;br /&gt;the darkness inside i question&lt;br /&gt;for the courage i seek to feel&lt;br /&gt;i bruise to stare the billion&lt;br /&gt;from where their sight conceals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-3578716287416886582?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the science behind&lt;br /&gt;more I entangled&lt;br /&gt;in my own despise&lt;br /&gt;words were what me spoke&lt;br /&gt;but the language defied&lt;br /&gt;hence girl the species i fail to define&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-1751579112862144189?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1751579112862144189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=1751579112862144189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/1751579112862144189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sQHbtfZYDE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sQHbtfZYDE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Favourate short films by Pixar ! A must see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-7255016337139267895?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7255016337139267895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=7255016337139267895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/7255016337139267895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/7255016337139267895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/geris-game-pixar-short-film-another.html' title='Geri&apos;s Game - Pixar Short Film another story'/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738055023081405905.post-1800638743783276094</id><published>2009-01-16T19:52:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:13:48.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aakhri pyala - raat bhar ghotala !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCYXUkK64I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ssRJZdMZSiA/s1600-h/DSC05191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCYXUkK64I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ssRJZdMZSiA/s320/DSC05191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291897088585165698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sampat Shetty (Operations Head CGTantra) curses his stars for one fine day he would witness the real meaning of the word High. It took me 2 bottles of Kingfisher strong drank at super pace to define to him with a broader context what the word 'High' signifies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCbD61RlsI/AAAAAAAAALA/UyNodarJv8w/s1600-h/DSC05194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCbD61RlsI/AAAAAAAAALA/UyNodarJv8w/s320/DSC05194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900053794952898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From raising my voice up the hierarchy to explaining the fundas of life. It was quite justified that, that day was the last day we would sip alcohol at his place. We wouldn't want the neighbors t invite themselves for out party now, would we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCcmuGk2xI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HjlNvPMEteY/s1600-h/DSC05196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCcmuGk2xI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HjlNvPMEteY/s320/DSC05196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291901751184907026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-1800638743783276094?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1800638743783276094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=1800638743783276094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/1800638743783276094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/1800638743783276094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/aakhri-pyala-raat-bhar-ghotala.html' title='Aakhri pyala - raat bhar ghotala !'/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCYXUkK64I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ssRJZdMZSiA/s72-c/DSC05191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738055023081405905.post-6016013482653711487</id><published>2009-01-16T19:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:50:49.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CGTantra 3d Anniversary Act It out</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvIUFSElCwE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvIUFSElCwE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-6016013482653711487?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6016013482653711487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=6016013482653711487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/6016013482653711487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/6016013482653711487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/cgtantra-3d-anniversary-act-it-out.html' title='CGTantra 3d Anniversary Act It out'/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738055023081405905.post-3132163206863362207</id><published>2008-12-03T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:18:22.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/STavo2Bb0dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/waxZsfqKGkk/s1600-h/humanity+not+nationality+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/STavo2Bb0dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/waxZsfqKGkk/s400/humanity+not+nationality+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275597129742275026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a news report on a website from News 1. It gives an insight of what the Pakistani politics conceives of the innocent lives lost in the Terror attacks in Mumbai. The person putting forth his view was Zayed Hamid, a defense analyst from Pakistan. The most intriguing part was his reference to the terrorists as Indian Assets, who were diploid on the basis of a strategy by the Indian political parties. India according to them is letting innocent lives be lost so that it can have strong reasons to blame Pakistan for nurturing terrorists, a planned attempt. My Blood boils on his words, I do not expect the politicians to be sane when commenting on this issue however I see no ethics as to why they should force their views on the citizens of Pakistan. The citizens already oblivious about the insides, when talk the tongue of the politicians, it should not be surprising, I see no justice in inflicting infected views on the public hence instigating them to hate a country as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blame game takes itself to a different level when you conclude that the so called Indian assets are being used as weapons against Pakistan and a good possibility of RAW being a part of this devastation. I carry no political experience hence cannot comment on the steps to be taken but why do the people suffer. Where are we today when the loss of innocent lives is being used as bridges to point fingers? The Indian militants are being held responsible for the terror attacks when the evidence and the terrorists in custody speak a different language. It is so believed that Indian terrorism is bigger than what Mumbai saw. It is America that supports India in its stance and hence CNN telecasted the horrifying incidents throughout the day, concluding the smart move of Indian Media, How immature and unethical is to think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism exists to prove a point; the other politically motivated incidents stand to prove another point. The BJP wants to seize this opportunity and blame the Congress for their incompetence rather than being constructive. In this entire scenario why do we loose our lives, why do I leave my house with a fear of not returning?  When all the avenues of peace have been exhausted one can resort to aggression, would you not agree? It is ridiculous how the Pakistani channels are telecasting these views and letting the politicians talk their tongue. I have had the chance to speak to various Pakistani citizens who are so happy to know that you belong to India; you talk as 2 people regardless of anything. I have spoken to people who are glad when told you are from India since it feels closer than another country, having very good conversations and showing the same dignity we show to them. Why can that not be, why do these views drain down to the citizens and they be forced to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human beings, and respect every other. We know what wrong one does can’t be blamed on the other. Let us smile at each other and smile because of the person that you’re smiling at and not what nationality he or she belongs to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-3132163206863362207?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3132163206863362207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=3132163206863362207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/3132163206863362207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/3132163206863362207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-saw-news-report-on-website-from.html' title=''/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/STavo2Bb0dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/waxZsfqKGkk/s72-c/humanity+not+nationality+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738055023081405905.post-6336269352238631933</id><published>2008-12-01T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:33:52.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/STPEgkvskGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zdsnnk0kgOM/s1600-h/26-11_blog_banner+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/STPEgkvskGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zdsnnk0kgOM/s400/26-11_blog_banner+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274775652479570018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you die not in vain&lt;br /&gt;you stand firm for your soil&lt;br /&gt;we wont tear just feel pain&lt;br /&gt;let you essence hold us strong&lt;br /&gt;Your courage irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your smile dear to many&lt;br /&gt;their love would change none&lt;br /&gt;for you shall not return&lt;br /&gt;but my friend your job was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment to tear&lt;br /&gt;but salute your heart was true&lt;br /&gt;the heart that knew no fear&lt;br /&gt;how could it make me break&lt;br /&gt;your courage irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time shall heal the scars&lt;br /&gt;that it bestowed concrete&lt;br /&gt;but what of the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;around us the silence weeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rise for blood was true&lt;br /&gt;No drop shall see despair&lt;br /&gt;we hold the cause for you&lt;br /&gt;our strengths beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;for your courage irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall not let you fade&lt;br /&gt;you stood for lives to see&lt;br /&gt;the dawn, the day  and more&lt;br /&gt;but your days had to seize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know dear son of soil&lt;br /&gt;you wish that time would seize&lt;br /&gt;more tears you would heal&lt;br /&gt;more bullets you would breathe&lt;br /&gt;you said don't fear i be&lt;br /&gt;till i breathe to reach you&lt;br /&gt;no bullet would agree&lt;br /&gt;no grenade, no fire&lt;br /&gt;would make you bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend you stood longer&lt;br /&gt;you stood with at ease&lt;br /&gt;when your heart surrendered&lt;br /&gt;your gun wouldn't seize&lt;br /&gt;you said i am still standing&lt;br /&gt;when the time was to leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-6336269352238631933?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6336269352238631933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=6336269352238631933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/6336269352238631933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/6336269352238631933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-die-not-in-vain-you-stand-firm-for.html' title=''/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/STPEgkvskGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zdsnnk0kgOM/s72-c/26-11_blog_banner+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738055023081405905.post-1140504245267340031</id><published>2008-10-25T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:02:17.207+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ability to be hapPy . . .'/><title type='text'>why so serious !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SQMA3D9MCfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5sYzzvHwx60/s1600-h/dark-knight-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SQMA3D9MCfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5sYzzvHwx60/s320/dark-knight-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261049735653624306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A persons ability to be happy in diverse situations he or she is in makes one better than many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; A friend once told me this when i was too fucked up with life. It took me some time to realise how much those words meant. If you are in the worst of conditions and there is some one better than you in all aspects that you see, However if you smile with life more and fight but also know how to keep yourself happy, i would see you to be better than him or her, i see you as a winner since you can be happy with all the fuckups in life. Out of your experiences in life you should be able to look back and tell your self that you did a good job when you were fucked up or atleast even if you failed somewhere you learned from it and became a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing much to it. There is less to talk and more to do. If you can change your strongly rooted habits that make you what you are and stretch the boundaries, you have done it. Advice comes for free, Will and decision making come from within the shit hole called you. And believe me you have to put your hand way down to reach for it. If you can pull it out, Eureka! Most of us keep crying because we are unable to change. Regret for the same thing twice tells you that you are still latched on. Move on, man ! People say "i have seen life since i have been through lots". But these fuck ups don't make you better. How you take them, how you come out of it and how do you let that phase affect your life is what makes you better. we are too busy satisfying our egos and over reacting  to things. All the shit i just said is as simple as i said it and as difficult when it comes to application. The ones who can bridge the gap between Good Advice, Self realisation and application are up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not dead !  Just better people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738055023081405905-1140504245267340031?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1140504245267340031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=1140504245267340031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/1140504245267340031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/1140504245267340031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-so-serious.html' title='why so serious !'/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SQMA3D9MCfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5sYzzvHwx60/s72-c/dark-knight-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738055023081405905.post-792763182483930932</id><published>2008-10-24T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:36:58.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SQHWTX_lBgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DOw0eX_oaTg/s1600-h/istock+image+worked+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SQHWTX_lBgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DOw0eX_oaTg/s400/istock+image+worked+on.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260721468091991554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&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/738055023081405905-792763182483930932?l=smartsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/792763182483930932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=738055023081405905&amp;postID=792763182483930932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/792763182483930932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/738055023081405905/posts/default/792763182483930932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-stand-from-down-under.html' title=''/><author><name>smartsimplicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528685626930810064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SXCQefZ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gi5V8OINAmg/S220/prevent_article_rishabh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljxmtbYNs0Y/SQHWTX_lBgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DOw0eX_oaTg/s72-c/istock+image+worked+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
