<?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-6706947741940051337</id><updated>2011-11-12T10:40:55.355-08:00</updated><category term='specs'/><title type='text'>I think I thought ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Merin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190854002774024864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEyRj973tWk/TE0zaG4oYJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju9xATlPFuw/S220/cherry-blossom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706947741940051337.post-7740352207885186580</id><published>2011-11-12T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:40:55.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a short life</title><content type='html'>Now this has become so cliched for me, that I'm wondering if it was really meant for self-motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's such a short life. People only look at the seconds run by. But in-fact these seconds run into minutes, which turns into days and years and you never fully realize that the 'blink-and-its-gone' second is in-fact your life running out!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Can anything be more horrifying?? More true? Considering that I'm scared of death, I was scared to death thinking of this( pun intended,if you dint get that.. :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was me, some time back, well until some days back.&lt;br /&gt;This philosophy of mine( if I may call so) evolved as a part of my strategy on how to make people shed violence, go for disarmament and live in peace with each other( well, I am reading newspaper these days!).&lt;br /&gt;If people really understand that they are wasting precious time in conspiring, organizing and implementing their well-intended( supposedly!!) plans to revenge their neighbor in the same locality, humiliate their colleague in the same office, attack a believer of another religion, compete with their neighboring states of the same nation, attack their enemy nations on the same planet etc and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the scale of wasting all our precious lives. &lt;br /&gt;I wish the upcoming 'In Time' makes some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't they ponder at what they achieve after all their 'hard work'? Why is that people never learn that bad things never go unpunished, obviously subject to where and when( our 'delayed' judicial system maybe remembered at this point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going astray from what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was meant to motivate myself that life is really short. So i should find something to do for myself that justifies my existence or my running out seconds. Something which I should feel like 'This was exactly what I was meant to do!!!!' together with the exclamations.&lt;br /&gt;I remember boasting of going for a 'soul searching' to my previous employer, well actually i'm just 'searching' now. Couldn't find my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i'm a bit disappointed now.&lt;br /&gt;And I've turned my philosophy to my advantage. Its a short life. Why waste lot of energy thinking and stressing myself out... :P. Oppurtunistic???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of instances when I wished I was born in the '-lithic' eras. I could have just nibbled some fruits, strolled past the jungles and go sleep. The men would hunt and bring me my dinner.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... Anachronism!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706947741940051337-7740352207885186580?l=merinseb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/feeds/7740352207885186580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-short-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/7740352207885186580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/7740352207885186580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-short-life.html' title='Its a short life'/><author><name>Merin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190854002774024864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEyRj973tWk/TE0zaG4oYJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju9xATlPFuw/S220/cherry-blossom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706947741940051337.post-2920394116754962307</id><published>2011-08-23T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T04:07:11.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Used to wonder about the nomads, about how come they don't feel the need  to get attached or stick to SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its a boon if your mind is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another uphill. &lt;br /&gt;Again in the valley of no where.&lt;br /&gt;Its always a tough climb up, I could always choose to stay up the last hill and just stay.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish to see what lies beyond this, the hills that I can see and those beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which was born the last time:&lt;br /&gt;"Just when I got used to the things around me; &lt;br /&gt;those strange things a few days back,&lt;br /&gt;its time to move on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say Life is a journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And however much we console that we got company, at some point you realise that it was ALWAYS a lonely walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706947741940051337-2920394116754962307?l=merinseb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/feeds/2920394116754962307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/2920394116754962307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/2920394116754962307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Merin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190854002774024864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEyRj973tWk/TE0zaG4oYJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju9xATlPFuw/S220/cherry-blossom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706947741940051337.post-968099405301040496</id><published>2011-04-13T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T05:26:28.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='specs'/><title type='text'>Through the looking glass!</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to make me see better!&lt;br /&gt;But actually I'm struggling to see everything through these 2*5cm pieces of glass attached together and placed on my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i got specs!&lt;br /&gt;I always remember trying on others' specs n thinking how stupid it makes me look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather i feel stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;This has defined what i see, for sure; but in a way cut short where all I can look and in what all angles without having to twist my neck! :(&lt;br /&gt;Not to talk of the irritation for my dear nose because of the foreign body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting old... wearing out part by part??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706947741940051337-968099405301040496?l=merinseb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/feeds/968099405301040496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2011/04/through-looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/968099405301040496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/968099405301040496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2011/04/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the looking glass!'/><author><name>Merin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190854002774024864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEyRj973tWk/TE0zaG4oYJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju9xATlPFuw/S220/cherry-blossom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706947741940051337.post-8869978782423385994</id><published>2010-07-30T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:06:12.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How far is far?</title><content type='html'>I'm getting home sick :(&lt;br /&gt;I can 'feel' that I'm so far from home..&lt;br /&gt;Technically its 38 hours /2280 minutes/136800 seconds!!!&lt;br /&gt;More than anything I keep looking at the map and trace over the route with my fingers... Its very far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom keeps saying its not 'far' to say its 'far' n I say its not 'not far' to say ' far'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another voice: 'how far is far?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far should I go not to miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;When is the 'far' thing not a matter anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706947741940051337-8869978782423385994?l=merinseb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/feeds/8869978782423385994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-far-is-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/8869978782423385994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/8869978782423385994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-far-is-far.html' title='How far is far?'/><author><name>Merin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190854002774024864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEyRj973tWk/TE0zaG4oYJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju9xATlPFuw/S220/cherry-blossom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706947741940051337.post-5226923521821877511</id><published>2010-07-25T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:02:28.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some first things come late?</title><content type='html'>(I'm not sure how this works! I mean am I to introduce myself??, considering that this is my first? Well that has got nothing to do with the title :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to live? I mean it looks like its a jungle of thoughts running all the time... If there isn't one, then that very thing seems to need an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself, its a short life. What do I do with it? So far I jumped onto the first bus that came my way, got down where everybody else did, took the next bus before it seemed to get dark ... But I don't seem to reach anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a list, not very long, was made to fill in some holes and dry some leaks.  They ought to be first, but isn't easy either. In all the rush for buses, it seemed to have got tucked in somewhere deep. I know where but I like to think i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just getting late or am I trying to forget it? Its hard driving through the jungle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706947741940051337-5226923521821877511?l=merinseb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/feeds/5226923521821877511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-first-things-come-late.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/5226923521821877511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6706947741940051337/posts/default/5226923521821877511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merinseb.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-first-things-come-late.html' title='Some first things come late?'/><author><name>Merin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190854002774024864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEyRj973tWk/TE0zaG4oYJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju9xATlPFuw/S220/cherry-blossom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
