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Bliss of the devish

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 11:30:58 +0100

A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE FROM RUMI

"What can I do, Submitters to God? I do not know myself.

I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim,

I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,

not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,

not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.

I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,

not from existence, not from being.

I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,

not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan

I am not from the world, not from beyond,

not from heaven and not from hell.

I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.

My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,

no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.

I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.

One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.

He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner.

Beyond "He" and "He is" I know no other.

I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.

I have no concern but carouse and rapture.

If one day in my life I spend a moment without you

from that hour and that time I would repent my life.

If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you

I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.

O Sun of Tabriz (Shams Tabrizi), I am so tipsy here in this world,

I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture"

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title-3447764

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 17:29:59 +0100

So now i am working in a call centre. Trained for dealing with customer Queries.
I am in a big city . Living lost, living on informations vital for survival. As vital as air, food and sunlight.
I know i have struggled to come here. I have left a job thast was more secure and more profitable. Still I have to catch hold of myself. Still I seem far from what i want.
Freedom is an absract term. The battles a person fights, the distance he walks, the lessons he learns in the way are the table of contents for his chapter of freedom. Otherwise it is nothing. What does it matter he retorted to the cruel; stood for someone, and himself or not?

May every fighter find peace at the end of the battle.

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The Oligochrome Rainbow

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 17:17:30 +0100

Something went wrong with sky
Something made it look so dry
Something just so meaninglessly true
About this Oligochrome Rainbow

Was it all right the day before
Was it looking all this much sore
Was it a question in my mind
Or was it just the routine find

So what thay say was almost right
Beware if the colours look so bright
For then your world may all go dark
No place, nobody, no sign, no mark

And it started with that bubble again
And again it ended with cycles of pain
Sorry sky, I'm not there for you
Sorry me for what I'm going through

Oh why can't we have it many times
And have it once it matches the rhymes
And say it ours and more than that
Rather say it's me, blatantly flat

Yes there are simply ways to see
To see the sky happy and glee
But wasn't it meant to be blue
For my Oligochrome Rainbow

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" A thousand splendid suns"

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 16:23:41 +0100

A Thousand Splendid Suns

The book tells the story of two women with a generation between them married to the same man in the war torn and god forsaken land of taliban. The warin Afghanistan has touched the limits of inhuman approaches towards sustaining life. The country needs support of the people around the world in their pursuit for liberty and soverneity.
aboutthe book, it's a beautiful tale, the story is so gripping that when i was reading the section wen the women were escaping, I prayed, "Oh god led them escape" ! The nuances are the piece of art.

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oye i m back

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 15:46:42 +0100

Back after a long time on this blog I see myself again from the glasses of the past and concluded I am a happy person afterall.
Something remained in of each day and each moment.
maybe moments are not complete, quantized spaces in time. The part that imprints is always with you no matter how hard u try to get rid of it and the part that passes by is gone just the next moment, lost forever.
Anyhow the gr8 thing was that i remember the password to logg in!

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title-2571877

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 14:16:01 +0200

long long time........
blogging is damn good. i found pages from my past just because of the blogs.
Does time really heals? Or a loss is forever, something taken from you and you miss it miserably? And even if you are not missing it, the vacuum becomes a part of you. You are aware of it. you feel it.
you live with it. Even when time passes, you become accotomed to it. you are not angry about it, but you know something is lost. A belief that you were a part of is broken, raped, disgraced.
Even then it is life, and you continue living.....

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Life of Pi

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 06:30:48 +0200

This is a book about religions, understood and misunderstood. Practiced and Unpracticed. Thought and Unthought. Called for and regretted.
Yann Martel found the spirit of his pen in Pondicherry. The story how Piscine Patel becomes pissing patel and then Pi patel fr thesake of its honor is justthe beginning of the story. at times hillarious at times serious, the story is unorthodox in defining religion and their roles in this world.

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Israel or Hizb.

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 13:09:14 +0200

The war is going on. Human lives is a parameter for victory: you killed 9, i killed 10; you killed 99, i killed 100.
Can we ever be humans?

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Am I O.K.?

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 12:08:58 +0200

I am O.K. You are O.K. is a good book regarding psychology for a laymen. It introduces Transactional analysis as a unit for measuring human interactions and defines how Parent, Adult and Child in our mind determine our behaviour. Nice book for those who still find real life a strange thing to deal with.

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The Politics Of Reservation

Mon, 29 May 2006 12:43:49 +0200

For more than 50 years Indian society is bearing the onus of reservation. Giving undue advantage to SC, ST
and OBC students is not only harming the quality of education but is also is ruining the career of students who had been in better institutes.

Indian Govrnment is increasing reservation.

One more case govt. harming the nation.

Obligations fulfilled.

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Shalimar The Clown

Sun, 07 May 2006 16:37:37 +0200

this novel by the famous author salman Rushdie, is about a love story in Kashmir, but more about Kashmir in a love story. the story gets painful and the betrayal suffered by Shalimar the clown was revenged, but the love when becoming Painful, tortures like hell.And there is not one force doing that, in Kashmir it is a hell in itself, where the girls are raped by their protectors ' the Army'. Muslims are killed by them and the Pandits are killed by the terrorists. Kashnir, which is a paradise on earth had suffered more than anything else in this world.
The novel is packed with political info and is great at uncovering the stratagem of dirty minds.

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Alive

Sun, 07 May 2006 16:12:57 +0200

So, a strange period of my life is over, i am trying hard to get back to 'normality' and sanity. Life lived according to logics, according to rules, according to i-m-ok-u-r-ok concept.
I'll never understand why i had seen the worst failure in life. I cannot believe it still! I had known me the day when i was just one thought away from death, one thought away from suicide, and that thought was so imminent, so much possible. Still i lacked wat it takes to die,the same way i lack wat it takes to live and i am still here, alive-writing my tears on net to be read by anyone, mock at me for my foolishness or pity me for my failures. Sorry everybody, but i m turning pathetic. Thats wat happens wen you try so hard for somebody and wat you get in return is pain and disgrace. If this is love, it sucks.
Well, i have learnt something from my failure.Power Is Powerful!

Anyhow, Everything around is ok. People are killing each other for religion in Vadodra, and politicians are showng their worst face , that is so venal and so inhuman. Police is the last thing one can resort to for protection and safety. Life is Brutal.
One more IITian killed himself becoz he scored bad in exams. IITs will soon going to b known for something more than their excelence in engineering-for its Graveyards.

Life just continues at times without giving answers to your questions and u keep on waiting for them.

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Courage and confidence

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 19:32:53 +0200

Are courage and confidence related? does being courageous guarantees confidence? Or they are different?
If so, what are the differences?

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Who Is The Centre Of The Universe?

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 17:20:23 +0200

How many times it had happened to you that someone was calling somebody else and you responded with an unneccessary and an unrequireed 'yes' or 'haan'?
It happened to me this morning and somebody did this mistake right now in front of me.
Is it just a case of misunderstanding or do we constantly think ourselves being required, needed and asked for? Stastics (answers to the above question) may help to find the reality.
Who do you see when you look at snap of yours, smiling for the camera? Is it somebody-someone or is it the one you really are related to, shares a history with and know what that guy has in his mind while posing for the photo?
Who do you see when you look at the image of yours in a mirror? Can Brad Pitt ever dare to have better looks than this one in the mirror?
There are billions of 'The Centre of The Universe' co-existing on this planet. Isn't it an abnormally crazy world?

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Thanks Blogging!

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 17:00:30 +0200

I am really thankful to the blogging service provided by net. This time i am really alone, with no one to talk to about what i am doing and it is only here that i find some rest and hope.
Right now, i am in Mumbai after travelling about 1800 kms. to talk to the love of my life. i need courage more than anything else. Blog.co.uk is helping me to prevent any garbage being accumulated in my mind.
Firstly, its for free and thats wat makes it open for everybody. Its really great and i am trying some trivial things i have never tried like Bloglist. Right now i'll be saving two entries together.
I recieved three invitaions today and that made me happy for a moment. My feeling of self-importance is gratified!
I have tried to had that photo of the inquisitve baby on 'about me' but i could not. Even then, i am happy that it is on the top of my page, smiling as ever. I simply love that photo!

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Sex and Education

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 10:07:42 +0200

This is not an article on the importance of sex education in our lives.This is about the question 'does education effect the way we desire sex'?

Well, the guy who had been educated generally has a broader outlook. He ought to imagine things and inculcate creativity. Secondly, in schools and college, he has been in touch with more girls who are learning, growing, understanding with him.

Yet education in no way is directly related to our imagination and the limit of our desires. Proletriats can think as creative as elites and high class when it comes to sex.

Still, being rich and sucessful associates a sense of power and Power Is The Ultimate Aphrodisiac. There are people who wish to work in a big corporate house just to bask under the power structure. Its fun to see the power turning narcissist for the sake of sex with a subordinate.

In a public place, i have often notice the attraction gathered by power (both assumed and real)
dominating the general sense of beauty.

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Advertised lives.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 10:06:14 +0200

Nobody can dare to deny the importance of Advertising in today's marketing world.
We all know that it's not Pepsi that make Shahrukh khan successful and Hyundai's Santro will be the last car he would think of driving. We also know that the girl in the fairness cream whose skin colour changes miraculously had not ever used that cream and she had been beautiful since birth. Yet they effect the way we spend, the way we consider one brand superior to other and the way we give notions a place in our lives. Why is it that even after knowing conciously that advertisements are just a mirage, we take them seriously?

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A strange period in life

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 19:06:43 +0200

Dear Mr. Adeel Khan,
By now you must have realised that dreams are only meant to be seen and forgotten, and not to be followed.
You have travelled more than 1000 miles just to meet the girl you desure and now you are here with no hopes left.
First day, you should have been more assertive with the lady who could have helped you.
Second day, you met a nice guy who told you about MBA and all that.
Today a girl replied curtly to your Questions.

Is this you call Life?

A bizzare way of life.
Following a girl for thousand miles.
Desires shockingly shaterring.

you have followed your dream and now you are nowhere.

You are completely bizzare.
Maybe now you have got your lesson.

Go back to a normal life.
You deserve common joys and not some superb miraculous rewards.

Wishing you a recovery soon,
Yours truly
Adeel Khan

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Don't think, just Blink

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 12:58:30 +0200

Blink is about thinking in crucial moments and thin slicing information we gather in our daily lives. Through various experiments and incidents, Malcolm had shown thjat our thinking in stressful moments depends on the prejudices that we don't even know we have.
it's the first book on psychology i enjoyed reading.

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Rendevous with sth between Chagrin and Desperateness..

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 10:25:23 +0200

I read 'The NameSake'- a ravishing but sad novel by Jhumpa Lahiri. The point is that if you are in Boston you are sad and if you are in Calcutta you are sad again. It shows the inherent flaw of life, life that has desires but lack something that makes those dreams real. It reveals the meaninglessness of a meaningless life, but it does not cries over it. The picture is beautifully put and well coloured but the light is dim.
After reading 'By the River Peidra, I sat down and wept' I was looking for something happy, something that brings smile. 'The Alchemy Of Desire' helped me, but the Namesake is looking beauty in sadness.

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Selfless Narcissism

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 13:01:11 +0100

I am feeling it again. It is strange to have those thoughts of worthlessness back and back and back. It is sadness with no apparent reason. Maybe right now i am not able to recall one happy moment in my life. Maybe it is the sadness around me that engulfs me. Maybe I have realised the futility of trying, the mirages of dreams, the helplessness of being one good person on this planet earth revolving and rotating around the sun with no apparent reason. Maybe there is nothing called a 'reason', this word itself has been invented to mock my existence, my reason d'etre. Again i am filled with I-am-not-God feeling.
I need something that i have not and that has not been in my past. Something that i have not ever thought of. I know there are great sayings and brilliant examples to follow. And there are some great beliefs to believe. And there are some great religions to adhere to. The Gods i must believe.
Narcissism, Indifference, Kindness, Love, Books, Thoughts, BDSM, Power, Existentialism, Destiny. Everything is for sombody else. I need something else.
But this knowledge and hopes of relief had been shaken by desperateness. Being helpless shatters all faiths. " Every morning can be a new life" is good to hear, but i cannot follow it because it is not true. I have a past which manifests itself again and again. I have a broken heart which ought not to be because the love it had was never acknowleged, simply heard and rejected. As if a proposal of a business alliance. As worthless as it can be.
Sorry my dear heart, i am so weak to accept your life in me. I am sorry but it was not my cowardice, it were your belief and hopes of happiness that do you pain.
"If you are loved by one person you are loved by many. But if you are alone you get more alone"

Witnessing the journey from lonely to lonelier to loneliest...

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The Alchemy Of Desire

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 15:15:42 +0100

"As the conversation in our life petered out, she had rapidly become a news addict.It seems she was filling the sudden gapsin her life with all the unfurling garbage of the universe. The news channels has to be the strangest way of making you feel relevant in the modern world. There is an earthquake in Puerto Rico it gives my life meaning.Some standard issue American lunatic guns down children in a town intexas, it gives my life context. Some sad politicians slag off each otherfor the benefit of the camera, I feel involved.The faux urgency of the news voice irritated me no ends. And Fizz tried to use the news casts like a quiver of arrows to breach my armour.
She would burst in through the narrow door and say,
They are talking about the possible war wit Pakistan.
India has won by a run.
The Prime Minister has been charged in bribery scam.
Superman is flying past your window.
demi Moore called for you.
Toc Toc Toc.
Toc Toc Toc."

The book is a humurous and intensive read. Iam loving it.

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The Fifth mountain

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 16:37:00 +0100

It's great to read such a nice brave story about life and the decisions one has to take and one has to forbid. Elijah, the prophet found his way through life facing adversaries and then he found himself and the meaning of his life.
sometimes God do wish to give us the power to fight Him and He do so. That are the real moments of life and one has to show unshakable faith in Him.
But ultimately , ofcourse, Thy will be done.
Sometimes I feel that I got to read a particular book when I need to! I really needed this story at this part of my life. I want to continue with alife of wishes and dreams and desires and battles and victories and defeats and joy and sorrow and of ETERNAL HOPE.

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Oliver Twist

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 15:59:56 +0100

Classic!
The book was a picture of destitute and homeless children. It was like seeing the miseries of life through ups and downs in Oliver's life. Matters of innocence and Times of childhood has been depicted gracefully.
I found the adjective ' waterproof heart ' used by Dickens really cute.

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title-545766

Wed, 08 Feb 2006 14:57:16 +0100

Israel is finding it too difficult to digest. The bombing of Gaza strip and killing of two Palestinians is a clear example of how Israel backed by the largest babysitter of democracy ,is averse to the results of elections in Palestine.
Is it that easy to condone the crimes of Israel and misuse of its supremacy? Can nothing be done to leash the beast? Does Palestinians have no right to choose their own government?
Let a nation live in peace, just because it deserves peace after decades of warfare and pogram.

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Belief Uncensored

Wed, 08 Feb 2006 14:18:44 +0100

This article about superstition is from a web magazine AIPC.

Intosuperstitions Superstitions are irrational beliefs based on the relation between particular actions, or behaviours, and later outcomes. Superstitions are often based on the notion of luck and result from interpreting correlations as causes. Many of us would be aware of some of the more common superstitions, and whether we believe them or not, it is interesting to know where they came from!

Sneezing and Blessing

People commonly say "Bless You" or something similar when a near person sneezes. It is a common and polite behaviour, but not very logical. In ancient Rome, however, sneezing was identified as a sign of approaching sickness (particularly due to fear from the Plague). Pope Gregory was one of the first to instigate the saying of "God Bless You" towards someone who sneezed - it was believed to be a form of shielding a person from the approaching illness.

Breaking a Mirror - 7 years of Bad Luck
Another well-known superstition is that breaking a mirror will bring 7 years of bad luck. Apparently, the bad luck can be prevented if the broken mirror is removed from the house and buried. This superstition began in ancient Egypt and Greece where metal mirrors were perceived as magical items. During the time of ancient Rome when mirrors started being made out of glass, the superstition developed further and it was perceived that a broken mirror was a sign of bad luck. This bad luck would last for 7 years - 7 years because Romans believed a human body is physically rejuvenated every 7 years.

Walking Under Ladders
Crossing under a ladder is an action that some believe causes bad luck and is another superstition that many of us would be familiar with. This superstition is based on a religious-geometrical perception - a ladder leaning against a wall forms a triangle, which in turn, represents the holy trinity. Crossing under the ladder is like entering a 'holy zone' and considered a punishable offense. It is also believed that it may also weaken the powers of the gods, and in turn strengthen evil spirits.

Encountering Black CatsApparently, if a black cat crosses your route, you should return to your house. In Medieval Europe, witches and demons were associated with black cats. In that time, the fear of being cursed by evil spirits reigned in several places of evil, particularly predominantly Catholic countries. A black cat, in that context, could 'easily' be a disguised witch - and therefore a clear threat to one's health.

As you can see, these common superstitions have been around for many, many years and often have their root in cultural and religious beliefs.

This information was based on the "People's Almanac" series of books, by David Wallechinsky & Irving Wallace. You can also find more information about superstitions at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superstition.

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title-525695

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 17:29:20 +0100

This one is from Norti_Zoot's blob.

"goodbye my lover"
by James Blunt

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.

I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

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popular voice

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 16:14:06 +0100

The following article from nytimes.com clearly shows the concern over the victory of Hamas in Palestine.

'Indeed, Hamas's victory has set off a debate whether the administration was so wedded to its belief in democracy that it could not see the dangers of holding elections in regions where Islamist groups were strong and democratic institutions weak.
"There is a lot of blame to go around," said Martin Indyk, a top Middle East negotiator in the Clinton administration, referring to Mahmoud Abbas, the Palestinian president, and his Fatah party. "But on the American side, the conceptual failure that contributed to disaster was the president's belief that democracy and elections solve everything."'

So the Palestinians have send jitters down the spine of Gods of democracy by an inherent tool of democracy called elections.

Who has given them the power to withheld opinion of the masses? Those self-appointed Gods must realise that their sphere of influence must not exceed the limits of freedom of choice and opinion.

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Greensleeves

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 15:45:01 +0100

I accidently found the best song ever while finding about shakespare. This is a tenor music(music with shrill tones), but the song is damn good. I had listened to 8 lines atleast 800 times in the last 2 days.
"Alas, my love you do me wrong to cast me of discourteously,
and i had loved you for long delighting in your company,
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
and who but my lady Greensleeves."
The way these lines were sung is a miraculous combo.This song is by Shakespare. To listen, search Greensleeves in the Encarta.Song is beauifully slow .

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I Robot

Tue, 17 Jan 2006 14:33:06 +0100

This movie is great stuff where it describes perception and soul are related and when conciousness describe dreams.
The meeting point is called life.
Robots standing in a group has been a sharp observation of the creeping conciousness. The concept is really cogent.

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