<?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-4159808580004034349</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:59:14.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Honeycomb of Expressions</title><subtitle type='html'>Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.  

                                        -Les Brown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pariket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03318639907798487364</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-4159808580004034349.post-7663489719984256255</id><published>2007-12-30T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:51:10.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Indelible encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Waiting at the concert gates,&lt;br /&gt;music stuck in his ears&lt;br /&gt;and a video player in his hand,&lt;br /&gt;attracted by a ramones T&lt;br /&gt;he pretentiously walked upto us&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;what started as small talk,&lt;br /&gt;took us into the depths of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an engaging man of sorts,&lt;br /&gt;he loved his music and adored Cliff,&lt;br /&gt;watching three shows of his for a week,&lt;br /&gt;one day he met "the idol".&lt;br /&gt;recalling two encounters of his with Cliff,&lt;br /&gt;subtly taught us a couple of rules of life,&lt;br /&gt;one shouted "kill piracy"&lt;br /&gt;the other screamed "humility".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man well spent,&lt;br /&gt;another case of "meagre beginnings"&lt;br /&gt;he battled life hard in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merely with a weapon of 'belief',&lt;br /&gt;'punctuality' his armour,&lt;br /&gt;and the 'sharp' mind of a general&lt;br /&gt;he reached the top of his game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig then wafted away into thin air,&lt;br /&gt;but his advice clouds me in thick smoke,&lt;br /&gt;"Believe in yourself,and the world will be yours",he said&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;"when too heavy,&lt;br /&gt;the weight of the world will only be shared by your parents" he smiled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159808580004034349.post-9070413560730685171</id><published>2007-11-18T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:51:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tide of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tFR_sHw0170/R8-2VLEx7zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E8rlAVHBLlQ/s1600-h/tide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174554971738337074" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tFR_sHw0170/R8-2VLEx7zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E8rlAVHBLlQ/s320/tide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;consciousness garners in a tide of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;washing away all the castles of sand&lt;br /&gt;we stand still and watch as it lashes the mind&lt;br /&gt;a sea of the past and future&lt;br /&gt;flooding the present behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we admire the beautiful waves&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna leave sight&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as the waters recede&lt;br /&gt;reality shows off the oceans might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we build embankments to thwart these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but they are weaker than sand&lt;br /&gt;a slight peek into reality&lt;br /&gt;and then the waves sweep over the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we admire the beautiful waves&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna leave sight&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as the waters recede&lt;br /&gt;reality shows off the oceans might&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/4159808580004034349-9070413560730685171?l=pariket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tFR_sHw0170/R8-2VLEx7zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E8rlAVHBLlQ/s72-c/tide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159808580004034349.post-4644219581376660820</id><published>2007-09-09T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:52:05.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blow-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another explosion in a twisted mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again,blowing up a great feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its almost become second nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to come closer to winning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yet stumble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by your own stupid fuck ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jimmy described it to be the soul of a clown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how right today he sounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everytime the sun comes out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are buried beneath the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the few people who care for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt becomes their shadow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all they ever wish is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you were never that callow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your actions hit like a stone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;words pierce the skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you wish you wern't a twisted freak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but now,the damage is all you moan.&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/4159808580004034349-4644219581376660820?l=pariket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/feeds/4644219581376660820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159808580004034349&amp;postID=4644219581376660820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/4644219581376660820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/4644219581376660820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-blow-up.html' title='Another Blow-up'/><author><name>pariket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03318639907798487364</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-4159808580004034349.post-4178031767819960815</id><published>2007-09-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:52:23.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling in life's cradle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he rolled in degenerated senses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a child on a soft bed of roses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeking answers to his life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his face showed no pain,no anger,no hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all these had long passed him by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he rolled there resigned to his helpless fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made even more helpless by the people walking by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seemingly unaffected by the daily sights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long,heavy hair stuck out from his spotted and wrinkled face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his crumbling body had no pillars to support,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the stilts of life had been chopped to half,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couldn't walk along anymore in life's race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a ragged cloth covering his chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and folded pants showing off the deepest scars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not a single rupee in his tin can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all god's child did was roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roll away into oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rolling still fresh in his mother's womb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would he have imagined today?&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/4159808580004034349-4178031767819960815?l=pariket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/feeds/4178031767819960815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159808580004034349&amp;postID=4178031767819960815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/4178031767819960815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/4178031767819960815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/2007/09/rolling-in-lifes-cradle.html' title='Rolling in life&apos;s cradle'/><author><name>pariket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03318639907798487364</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159808580004034349.post-9022783602175999909</id><published>2007-08-17T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:53:31.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the loss of reason was pained&lt;br /&gt;no sense of being&lt;br /&gt;it ate away those days of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;its a sad representation of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a decision gone awry&lt;br /&gt;has left behind a seedless fruit&lt;br /&gt;one that has no conviction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and a shattered sense of belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fifth of my life&lt;br /&gt;has cracked the mirror between,&lt;br /&gt;the today of me,is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the me of fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,the void crushes in&lt;br /&gt;it crushes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159808580004034349-9022783602175999909?l=pariket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/feeds/9022783602175999909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159808580004034349&amp;postID=9022783602175999909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/9022783602175999909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/9022783602175999909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-me.html' title='Another me'/><author><name>pariket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03318639907798487364</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-4159808580004034349.post-1583171191578651502</id><published>2007-07-30T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:54:08.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFR_sHw0170/R8-4r7Ex70I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ftYJjyzD20/s1600-h/School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174557561603616578" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFR_sHw0170/R8-4r7Ex70I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ftYJjyzD20/s320/School.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I had an assignment to write about any event that drove the most emotions in me.This is what I wrote........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event which I remember to be the closest to my heart is the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day itself was one with mixed reactions.Sadness,for leaving an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;institution&lt;/span&gt; which had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cradled&lt;/span&gt; me like its own child and joy,for being moulded to face the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I look back at that day,I feel an emptiness and loss.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;institution&lt;/span&gt; that made me,nurtured me,is no longer a part of me.With heavy heart I walked out of the doorways which had been my second home.The love of every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;staff member&lt;/span&gt;,the embrace of every classroom,the smell of the mud of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playing field&lt;/span&gt; are vividly etched in my senses,and fills me with nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten most brilliant years of my life,culminated into that day,which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;by far&lt;/span&gt; is the only event which drives out the most intense emotions in me.&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/4159808580004034349-1583171191578651502?l=pariket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/feeds/1583171191578651502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159808580004034349&amp;postID=1583171191578651502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/1583171191578651502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159808580004034349/posts/default/1583171191578651502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/2007/07/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>pariket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03318639907798487364</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFR_sHw0170/R8-4r7Ex70I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ftYJjyzD20/s72-c/School.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159808580004034349.post-2472441479723324573</id><published>2007-07-17T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:54:29.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Wreck......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I never believed it.It always seemed like an exaggerated expression.&lt;br /&gt;"Dude.....I got so nervous......I messed up my exam bad".Well,how could I know,I never had experienced it.Never in school,nor college......and engineering....these exams are more like "who cares".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed,it was just an excuse to hide behind mark sheets showing a poor grade."How can you get nervous in an exam?.....you've been giving it since the 1st grade",that's what I thought about,every time I heard someone "exaggerating".But life seems to have its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weakness of my mind,got to my scores on an exam today.Just as for every exam,I left home with a cool mind,never fearing or dreading it.The travel to the examination centre was long.Not carrying any music along the way,I allowed my thoughts to meander.Suddenly,I was filled with the weirdest of thoughts."What if I messed up the exam?"."What if I couldn't prove my preparation?".Things were getting out of hand.Even the slighest signs of confidence were waning.When I look back,the ride to the centre scares me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand the reason for my pessimism.It wasn't that I lacked preparation.I was prepared to the best of my ability.Maybe the hype and importance of the exam got to me(My postgraduate studies depend on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This state of mind never got better,in fact,it deteriorated with every passing minute of the examination.I was sweating profusely.My fingers got jammed.I kept shaking my legs.I just wanted to get over with it,and RUN out of the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every question seemed tougher than it was.Every answer of mine seemed wrong.Nothing was going right for me.And,expectedly my scores reflected my anxiety.I didn't do as well as I thought my potential was.Wasn't a great day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides this I realized the importance of being confident in your approach to an exam.Anxiety probably caused me to get those questions wrong,which under normal circumstances I would have scored correctly.A first experience,this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159808580004034349-2472441479723324573?l=pariket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pariket.blogspot.com/feeds/2472441479723324573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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