<?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-3442402290646424277</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:34:54.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIVAM'S</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SHIVAM KANDPAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10405838418977940573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPV8XuQfmk8/SwW_PEYXmuI/AAAAAAAAABY/6PCxiSSMhag/S220/skk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442402290646424277.post-1080228981081220608</id><published>2008-09-23T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:09:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCEPTIC SPEAKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;, this three lettered word, often written in upper case has probably been one of the most broached subjects in the history. Even then almost every strata of the society right from the intelligentsia to the masses find this domain so incumbent. Why is this topic so debated and conferred with almost the entire humanity divided into several cults and thinking on different lines, why all across the globe we have innumerable people claiming themselves as sentinels, why have there been millions of books written, thousands of sermons delivered and almost sixty million people flocking in the name of someone they have never seen, heard or met…is the entire world insane?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;There has to be some force, some impetus that is causing the entire world to think regardless whether they believe or disbelieve its existence. The point is what is causing them to contemplate again and again. The world is not only divided into believers or atheist, in fact a vast majority even unaware of their own stance is agnostic. It is only time, situation and the surrounding that causes a tremendous variation in the general thinking. I am not commenting on the sanctity of any religious belief nor am I proving that the existing set of ideas of people in general is dogmatic or prejudiced, I just say what I perceive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;A deeper look in the subject proves that it something deeply embedded in our psyche. It is human nature to err and success and failure are just the practical aspects of day to day life. There has been a constant quest to prove one’s individual mettle and gain perpetual success. But often this race proves a palaver with a lot of stumbling blocks and thorns set in the path. Of course life is never a bed of roses. Eventually every man has to fight his circumstances and hardships. This brings us to the bottom line- &lt;b&gt;we are waging a constant war with complication and hassles of life and longing to reach a joyous and contented state so that we can forever bask in its afterglow&lt;/b&gt;. But not everyone tries his level best to avert the plague and fight the scourge of life. This is why most of us are unwillingly defeated leaving us in despair and crestfallen. It was not the situation that was impossible, it was our faith in ourselves which had fallen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Here comes the ironical part of the story. Giving your fullest also does not ensure victory all the time. Most of us are perspicacious enough to have felt that in our own chores of routine life. There are times when you are hell bent upon uprooting a problem but your indomitable courage after many a test of time starts to creak under the weight of cornering failure and its is then that you succumb and concede. You lose, although it is a complacent loss, still leaves you dejected and broken. That is the way of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So is there an existence of a superior power, someone above us who can wield unlimited control on all of us, so much that our whole hearted efforts are dwarfed even without a concrete reason. It is then when such eerie questions flood our mind, question our logic and scream loud that are we puppets in the hand of time and circumstances. Beaten again and again we tend to answer this question ourselves. Yes we are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But here a more intriguing question crops up. If yes, then who pulls the string?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So we are back to square one, right from where we started. Ruminating again, this process seems so inevitable and hard to ignore. Is it a result of some unintentional brainwashing and molding by our own society right from childhood? Okay, let us analyze in a different way. It has been deeply embedded in our thinking fabric that there exists someone perfect and almighty much superior to all living forms on earth and it is to this power, we bow our heads, believe and have faith. Now if I take you to a hypothetical world where I assure you and it is true that you are the superior most being the world with no one surpassing you in any respect. With such a condition existing if I ask you, “Do you believe in GOD” you would probably say “No” because there is no one better there to exercise any control on you. You are the GOD in that world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So is our faith a result of mental subjugation, something instilled to the core. Are we forced to subdue our independent thinking and reason with the fear of being outcast? If it is so then it seems to be a part of worldwide, ever prevalent manipulations and ideological enslaving. It is proving a means for many to grind their own axe, the reason why there is a contradiction between the sanctity of the religions and worldwide religious divisions, conflicts and crusades. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The good and the bad are juxtaposed but still not visible to many. &lt;/span&gt;It is time to cogitate and rethink. It is time to change…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 17px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;©&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHIVAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KANDPAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;™Creations of an unchained “mind “ and “soul”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: feel free to post your comments and discuss more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442402290646424277-1080228981081220608?l=shivamkandpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1080228981081220608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442402290646424277&amp;postID=1080228981081220608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/1080228981081220608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/1080228981081220608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/2008/09/sceptic-speaks.html' title='SCEPTIC SPEAKS'/><author><name>SHIVAM KANDPAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10405838418977940573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPV8XuQfmk8/SwW_PEYXmuI/AAAAAAAAABY/6PCxiSSMhag/S220/skk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442402290646424277.post-6372580017841312487</id><published>2008-05-17T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:50:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVANESCENT THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A RIPPLING BROOK IT SINGS A SONG&lt;br /&gt;A SONG OF MIRTH,OF HAPPINESS LONG&lt;br /&gt;NOW STRIKE THE CHORDS OF RHYTHMIC FLAIR&lt;br /&gt;AND LET THE MUSIC FILL THE AIR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;DRUDGERY AND MONOTONY HAVE RENDERED OUR SPIRITS ANS SOUL DORMANT.ITS TIME TO BREAK THE FETTERS, LOOSEN THE SHACKLES AND ANSWER THE CALL WITHIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WOODS ARE GREEN, THE WOODS ARE WET&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT IT POURED, A BREEZE HAS SET&lt;br /&gt;THE TIME IS RIGHT AND SPIRITS ARE YOUNG&lt;br /&gt;SOME VIBRANT TUNES, YOU HAVEN’T SUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW OPEN YOUR HEART AND SPEAK THE THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW ITS LONG, STILL GIVE A SHOT&lt;br /&gt;THE SOUND OF RAIN IS CALLING THEE&lt;br /&gt;TO SET THE SOUL AND SENSES FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DIVE AND SINK THE SEA OF VOID&lt;br /&gt;WHERE TIME IT KNOWS NO STRIDE OF LIFE&lt;br /&gt;GET DRUNK AND SHOUT AND KILL THE PAIN&lt;br /&gt;FORGET YOUR WOES, WHAT ALL YOU GAINED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFE YOU LIVED SHOULD BE A PAST&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS A PAIN, A GRIEF IN LAST&lt;br /&gt;ITS TIME TO BREAK THE SHACKLES LOOSE&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IT CALLS, ITS TIME TO BOOZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINK TO YOUR FILL, THE LIQUOR WE SHARE&lt;br /&gt;THEN THANK THE CUP AND KISS THE AIR&lt;br /&gt;LET LOOSE YOUR WINGS AND FEEL THE BREEZE&lt;br /&gt;GIVE THEM A FLAP, AND FLY THE SEAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ALL YOU GAINED, BACK IN THE SAND&lt;br /&gt;WALK PAST IT ALL,THAT'S NOT YOUR LAND&lt;br /&gt;WHY LIVE IN HERE AND BEAR IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WINGS YOU HAVE AND SO A CALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY TO THEE GO FLY AND FLY&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IS HERE, NO ONE TO CRY&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE TO LIVE AND WAIT FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IS YOURS, GO SEEK THE TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE NO NEED TO BEAR IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE IS A THOUGHT THEN LET IT FALL&lt;br /&gt;IT TAKES YOUR SELF AND KILLS THE SPARK&lt;br /&gt;IT MAKES YOU WEAK, YOU THINK TH DARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DISTANT SEA, THAT DISTANT LAND&lt;br /&gt;THE SHINING SUN, THE GLITTERING SAND&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR YOU HUM A JOYOUS SONG&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT THE LAND.WHERE YOU BELONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHIVAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KANDPAL&lt;/span&gt; ™Creations of an unchained “mind “ and “soul”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This poem was originally composed in a boring electrical class of s4 and given final shape on 21 march 08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442402290646424277-6372580017841312487?l=shivamkandpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/feeds/6372580017841312487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442402290646424277&amp;postID=6372580017841312487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/6372580017841312487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/6372580017841312487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/2008/05/evanescent-thoughts.html' title='EVANESCENT THOUGHTS'/><author><name>SHIVAM KANDPAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10405838418977940573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPV8XuQfmk8/SwW_PEYXmuI/AAAAAAAAABY/6PCxiSSMhag/S220/skk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442402290646424277.post-3720025125873365730</id><published>2008-01-11T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:21:35.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A PIECE OF WET CLAY IS MOULDED INTO A BEAUTIFUL SHAPE.MY SCHOOL IS WHERE I WAS MOULDED.LEAVING MY HOME WAS PAINFUL,BUT LEAVING MY ALMA MATER WAS HEARTBREAKING...BUT MEMORIES THEY NEVER DIE AND IN SOLITUDE NOSTALGIA GRIPS ME.ADIEU MY ALMA MATER..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(MUSIC FOR THE SAME WAS ALSO COMPOSED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;NOSTALGIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AND MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; GONNA WALKING IN THE RAIN,&lt;br /&gt;OUT CAME A WIND THAT BLEW US ALL APART&lt;br /&gt;STANDING IN THE SUN AND WALKING IN THE MOON,&lt;br /&gt;GOLDEN DAYS OF LIFE,THEY LEFT US ALL SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOICES THAT WERE MUSIC,MUSIC TO SOUL AND HEART,&lt;br /&gt;STRONG WERE THE BONDS OF LIFE,WE NEVER STOOD APART&lt;br /&gt;SINGING IN THE SUN AND CHASING IN THE RAIN,&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT ALL IS GONE,IT ONLY GIVES US PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE SEEDS OF BARLEY,ALL SOWN IN ONE BIG FARM,&lt;br /&gt;NURTURED ALL TOGETHER,AS IF BOUND BY SOME CHARM.&lt;br /&gt;DAYS AND NIGHTS THEY FLEW,BINDING US ALL FAST,&lt;br /&gt;RAINING DAYS AND CLEAR NIGHTS,NOW IS THAT DISTANT PAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANDERING IN THE DARKNESS AND MUSING IN THE PAST,&lt;br /&gt;CHIRPING LIKE SOME BLUEBIRDS,THOSE TEARS IN THE LAST.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK OVER THE GREEN FIELD,SOME MEMORIES THERE THEY LIE,&lt;br /&gt;NOW THOSE DAYS ARE GONE,I WISH THERE I COULD DIE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK GOLDEN DAYS THOSE WERE THE GOLDEN DAYS OF LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;HERE I STAND ALONE UNDER THE DARKNESS OF THE SKY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SHIVAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KANDPAL&lt;/span&gt; ™Creations of an unchained "mind " and "soul".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442402290646424277-3720025125873365730?l=shivamkandpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/feeds/3720025125873365730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442402290646424277&amp;postID=3720025125873365730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/3720025125873365730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/3720025125873365730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/2008/01/nostalgia.html' title='NOSTALGIA'/><author><name>SHIVAM KANDPAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10405838418977940573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPV8XuQfmk8/SwW_PEYXmuI/AAAAAAAAABY/6PCxiSSMhag/S220/skk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442402290646424277.post-4460584298014106381</id><published>2008-01-11T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:16:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Almora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"THIS PIECE OF MY INTENSE THINKING IN SOLITUDE WAS ORIGINALLY COMPOSED AROUND 5TH MAY AND GIVEN FINAL SHAPE TODAY IN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALMORA&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ME AND MY FREEWILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freewill soars to be alone,away.i want to break all bonds,all mental and emotional bonds.i can and i am ready to mould myself in this physical world whatever way life turns but deep inside me I am free and I don’t want to be spiritually chained down.i am a free spirit. My ultimate is only the God.i seek no help.no tears,no fears,no smiles,no pains,no bonds,no shackles nothing to hold me down. My thoughts and my will are my only companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i am born as a social being,someone who has to abide by the norms and ways of the society he lives in.i am very much ready and will comply to these laws to my best and lead a happy social life but yes the bonds that chain everyone seem to be disappearing for me,for chains and bonds stop you from reaching the ultimate.i want no reason to feel happy and sad.i want to be without emotions because emotions are the cause of all bonds and bonds break just as this world does.so here i bid my adieu to you.i was never a part of anyone.i was just myself.one who seeks the truth and not the mazes of life or bonds.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want you to shed a tear or think about it.i just told you what was reeling in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a big maze.you yourself must have often felt the changing ways of life.sometimes you weep,sometimes you smile all because we are puppets in the hands of time and circumstances.find a way out of this maze.i sailed on and learnt a lot but at this point i have learned something.all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;worldly&lt;/span&gt; bonds and past experiences were fleeting and at one time or other given me happiness if not pain,and i want to get away from happiness.yes i shun it.so what i have learnt is what i want to leave behind.i always feared that there is one thing in my life which i can never give up or think to part.but now i am totally free,i owe nothing to this world and yes,i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt; because my soul is the one which is speaking and it seeks only the truth.it wants to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD who gave me this vision,i thank those circumstances,those people,those events,those pains,those moments,all those who gave me this vision.and yes i thank you.your true happiness lies within you.Discover it before your tears run dry just as mine did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SHIVAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KANDPAL&lt;/span&gt; ™Creations of an unchained "mind " and "soul".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442402290646424277-4460584298014106381?l=shivamkandpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/feeds/4460584298014106381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442402290646424277&amp;postID=4460584298014106381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/4460584298014106381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442402290646424277/posts/default/4460584298014106381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivamkandpal.blogspot.com/2008/01/26th-may-2007-almora-this-piece-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIVAM KANDPAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10405838418977940573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPV8XuQfmk8/SwW_PEYXmuI/AAAAAAAAABY/6PCxiSSMhag/S220/skk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
