<?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-7862544313015538434</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:10:37.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-4798036347122032503</id><published>2009-12-11T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:53:54.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel it in his shoes</title><content type='html'>This letter is a part of a story culled from a novel entitled-"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey Miss 'You'!&lt;/span&gt;".This is a letter written by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;John Anyone&lt;/span&gt;, a persona of the novel.He addresses his letter to his best amongst the best friends &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mr. God Almighty&lt;/span&gt;..This letter needs not be related to some real life necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If my mother asked u to guide me, it doesn't mean u take all my responsibilities'&lt;br /&gt;'U started showing over concern after having spoken to my mother'&lt;br /&gt;'I was hurt.'&lt;br /&gt;'My trust was broken.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few sentences that wake up with me and go to bed with me without fail. Many a times these guys keep roaming in every corner of my mind even when I am sleeping.People chant holy names to attain peace and happiness, but my mind chants these 'holy' sentences and makes my life miserable.I am grateful to them for giving me a nice gift of these sentences.They are going to last through out my life and beyond. I am most thankful, their highness! I wonder, how can people be so nonsensical in using these terms without knowing the exact meaning. How can they forget all your goodness within  a fraction of second and fire u to get u &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not-alive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not-dead&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. Maybe they are master in quantum mechanics and they know what '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shrodinger's cat in a box&lt;/span&gt;' is.But I have a big doubt.People of this kind never deserve to have that standard to understand Shrodinger's cat in a box. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If u show your love, respect,care and concern their trust is broken.&lt;/span&gt;What does it mean? If u like them, they are hurt, their trust is broken. What about hating then? If your love can  break their trust, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am sure if u hate them their trust would strengthen&lt;/span&gt;. They have different concept of trust.Maybe they were trained in some special condition, they might have given a special values of life, maybe they were taught a unique chapter of moral values where 'to love and respect' is 'to break' their trust.I didn't know otherwise I would have shown my hatred to strengthen their trust. It's interesting to learn that they praised my writing skills and they told me I was a good human being because I was their friend. What the heck! Had I not been their friend, they would have never praised my skills. It's absurd.Funny. Those poor guys don't understand that my skills have nothing to do with their words of praise. If I have certain skills, I have. Right is always right. I don't need their words of praise, if they do so for the sake of doing that. I don't need your good wishes if u later tend to remind me that u did so because I was your friend.I am afraid they can tell me again sometime that they visited some temple and prayed for me because I was their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These holy sentences as I mentioned above in the very beginning, have been eating away my brain for a few months. I tried hard to overcome but these evil wolves are strong enough. I hope those masters of these evil wolves have fed them very well before setting them free to attack on my mind.Again a few more questions, why do they feed evil wolves if divine ones are there? No comments. Personal choices.I strongly believe-all are nice.These are just time and circumstances that cause the problem. I have no complain for them. If I thought they are nice, I can never change the line of my thinking. No matter what they think of me, no matter what number of blames they put on my head and it absolutely doesn't matter if they like me or hate me. I don't care. Let them live in their own room. I have mine. People with narrow thinking have relatively smaller room. No doubt. But it's their standard of living. I have no problem with them and their narrow or broad thinking.Nature assigned them their rooms depending on their eligibility and the things they deserve to.There is only one thing that I can never doubt is-'All are nice.' I can never complain.Sometimes I wonder this line of thought that have intensifies my sufferings. I shouldn't be that positive because it is not going to work in this real world. But I can not dare to quit it..I have decided to feed divine wolves, they have decided to feed evil wolves. Let them do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been ruminating over these sentences-breaking their trust, getting them hurt, taking their responsibilities,showing overconcern,nearly all the time. These sentences make me depressed and my life miserable. I felt like crying in previous weeks.But somehow in spite of regular fighting with these wolves I managed to do well. At least I managed to keep myself alive. In these conditions when u are fighting with evil wolves very first time, it is never an easy task. These sentences brought me many physical and mental health problems as bonus. I always keep thinking about all happenings and the trust-breaking-ceremony.I have been suffering from eye-strain, short breathing, cardiovascular contraction and severe chest pain.Somehow I managed to get myself rid of insomnia.eye-strain and chest pain problems are always trying to drive me insane. I decided not to seek any counseling, any medicine this time and fight at my own.Short breathing and chest pain still persists :-(. I feel depressed when I look at my past, how cheerful I used to be. I am still the same from the core but yes, these days I spend all of my time in fighting with those wolves that they have set free for me. The reason of severe chest pain and short breathing is cardiovascular contraction that is due to hormonal imbalance in my brain.I have been thinking and analyzing their trust and how was that broken, what was their trust made up of? This analysis seems to have played role in chemical imbalance. Is this the real face of world that your love and respect breaks their trust? I feel sad.They don't know exactly what trust is. They must have listened this 'my trust was broken' only in r&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;omantic hindi movies&lt;/span&gt; without understanding the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid they would understand the meaning of trust and what a broken trust is, only if their trust would be broken by their own husbands or wives and then they are left of no where with  none to wipe their tears out.Except this there is apparently no other way to give them the exact feeling of broken trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, if u have any other method, please make them realize the significance of care, concern,love, respect and trust &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; letting their trust broken by their husbands or wives.I know U are aware of Newton's third law and U prefer to work keeping that in mind but give them exemption from that. Newton's third law is classical and I hope quantum would be better to deal with people in this real world. There are already millions of insane people in this world. There is already a very very long queue suffering from short breathing, chest pain, cardiovascular contraction and fighting with evil wolves set free by others; I don't want to see anyone more in my shoes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God, I pray, make them realize the meaning of trust without getting them hurt.Rest U decide.But yes, Ultimately they are nice, they are your kids.Love them! Bless them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Affectionately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;John Anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1234 Any Street,&lt;br /&gt;Charming City,&lt;br /&gt;Mainland, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-4798036347122032503?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/4798036347122032503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=4798036347122032503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/4798036347122032503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/4798036347122032503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2009/12/feel-it-in-his-shoes.html' title='Feel it in his shoes'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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-7862544313015538434.post-3066274735091210511</id><published>2009-11-14T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:58:35.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Wishes of Mine</title><content type='html'>It was first time I got a chance to go out of Baltimore.Awesome to visit the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Basilica of The National Shrine of The Immaculate Coception&lt;/span&gt; at Washington, DC.I feel delighted to have attended the mass in presence of the arch bishop. Inexpressibly great time it was!Infinitely many thanks to Manu and Teena...It was very first mass I attended at USA. There is a belief that if u attend a mass very first time,  u can petition for three wishes and God makes them coming true for sure.I thought to pray for 3 of my wishes I strongly desire from my heart.I was so happy for this chance that I had today. I was delighted to feel that 3 of my top priority wishes were going to be taken care of by almighty. I started making my mind to wish for three things I am desperate for. I thought of taking a quick round of the space of mind to be sure about the three top list wishes.I made several rounds of the space of my mind and stopped by every 'wish' and questioned myself-'Is it the thing I really wish for?', 'Do I really need it?', 'Am I really desperate for this?', 'Will I be really happy after having attained that?', 'Will it give me happiness for sure?' I got confused, what do I wish for? What am I really desperate for? Which of my wishes I desire to be shaped up are going to give me real taste of happiness? :o :o I was wondering if materialistic achievements or anything worldly can give me happiness? My mind although encouraged me to go ahead but from somewhere deep in my heart there was a voice that these worldly things, posts and persons I am crazy for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;may not&lt;/span&gt; be giving me happiness.I could not feel that degree of confidence for anything worldly. I got extremely confused and finally I prayed-'O almighty, give me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;! Give me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;! Give me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-3066274735091210511?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/3066274735091210511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=3066274735091210511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/3066274735091210511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/3066274735091210511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-wishes-of-mine.html' title='Three Wishes of Mine'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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-7862544313015538434.post-2629266938980970602</id><published>2009-11-08T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:58:04.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U are gonna miss me desperately sometime</title><content type='html'>Life is a train,&lt;br /&gt;Running on the rails of Time.&lt;br /&gt;We are passengers travelling in that,&lt;br /&gt;Having our own destination sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are busy in sharing memories,&lt;br /&gt;Good ones many and many bad ones,&lt;br /&gt;With fellow passengers sitting on the next berth,&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing how fast train runs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After certain time we all are bound,&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye, with tears in eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is left with fellow passengers,&lt;br /&gt;Only remnants of your laughter and cries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dear fellows, I would never forget u,&lt;br /&gt;For all those good and bad memories,&lt;br /&gt;That I’m getting during my journey,&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of the whole series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would always have ‘Words of Thanks’,&lt;br /&gt;For all u gave-all gains and pains,&lt;br /&gt;No complain for pains! It’s just-&lt;br /&gt;‘My tears were destined to pour as rains.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what type of memories, &lt;br /&gt;I am leaving for u my dear!&lt;br /&gt;But u are gonna miss me desperately sometime,&lt;br /&gt;In your life for sure. But I won’t be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-2629266938980970602?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2629266938980970602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=2629266938980970602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2629266938980970602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2629266938980970602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2009/11/u-are-going-to-miss-me-at-time.html' title='U are gonna miss me desperately sometime'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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-7862544313015538434.post-2023297445603849257</id><published>2009-03-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:36:38.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Her</title><content type='html'>When I woke up from eternal sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Found Her smiling before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself in  Her love, very deep;&lt;br /&gt;She is  my first and final choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fluffy touch put warmth in veins,&lt;br /&gt;Pecks on cheeks taught heart to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Her silky voice broke all the chains,&lt;br /&gt;For me, was that a sheer chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her charm strikes my sight always.&lt;br /&gt;And Her merits have won my soul.&lt;br /&gt;She has the beauty which none can chase,&lt;br /&gt;I love Her.Only She's my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darling Nature&lt;/span&gt; whose charm has always been striking the sights of one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-2023297445603849257?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2023297445603849257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=2023297445603849257' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2023297445603849257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2023297445603849257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-her.html' title='I Love Her'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-933957521684763591</id><published>2009-01-29T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:03:56.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You!</title><content type='html'>We are pilgrims on journey of Life,&lt;br /&gt;Where we meet one another for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Many leave us, many join at a time,&lt;br /&gt;And walk with us for miles and miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hold our hands when we fall down,&lt;br /&gt;And help us regain our lost smile,&lt;br /&gt;Make the wheel of life roll up,&lt;br /&gt;Their love is what I want to compile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forced at a point of time-&lt;br /&gt;To say 'Goodbye' to many of ours.&lt;br /&gt;How I can break all those bonds,&lt;br /&gt;That I developed in thousands of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would remain indebted forever,&lt;br /&gt;For their love, for a fraction of time,&lt;br /&gt;Which they spent with me for me.&lt;br /&gt;Can never forget those moments sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish them best for rest of journey,&lt;br /&gt;May Nature bring the glee for you&lt;br /&gt;I can never say you 'Goodbye'&lt;br /&gt;What I can is just 'See You!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-933957521684763591?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/933957521684763591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=933957521684763591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/933957521684763591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/933957521684763591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2009/01/see-you.html' title='See You!'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-1284828940804250884</id><published>2008-09-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:13:46.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing These Faces, Our Lives We Spend!</title><content type='html'>While we are moving on the track of life,&lt;br /&gt;There has always been a face in mind,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for a chance to peck on the cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Have been running confusedly as a blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running and  running  for weeks, for months,&lt;br /&gt;For years and years, for days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;It goes ever on through out our  lives,&lt;br /&gt;With lots of efforts, with lots of fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run, we fall, we fall, we run,&lt;br /&gt;Always imagining the face in mind,&lt;br /&gt;The moment we feel the warmth of kiss,&lt;br /&gt;This face remains no more in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirst remains un-quenched in life,&lt;br /&gt;This  blind run never gets its end.&lt;br /&gt;New faces come and vanish  in mind,&lt;br /&gt; Kissing these faces, our lives we spend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way we live our lives.What are these faces? Why do they change with time?Here, a 'face' is nothing but a 'goal'.There is nothing like a final goal in life.All our goals are local.Once we reach a particular goal, the parameters get changed and a new face i.e. a new goal is born and  we start running for the new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-1284828940804250884?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/1284828940804250884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=1284828940804250884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/1284828940804250884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/1284828940804250884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2008/09/kissing-these-faces-our-lives-we-spend.html' title='Kissing These Faces, Our Lives We Spend!'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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-7862544313015538434.post-4581163540666632957</id><published>2008-07-11T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:24:51.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U would have to walk alone!</title><content type='html'>Either in 'happy' or 'sad' zone.&lt;br /&gt;U would have to walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life, don't lose heart.&lt;br /&gt;Make it festive,its too short.&lt;br /&gt;Follow none,get your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Live as 'Born For A Single Day'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-4581163540666632957?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/4581163540666632957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=4581163540666632957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/4581163540666632957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/4581163540666632957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2008/07/u-would-have-to-walk-alone.html' title='U would have to walk alone!'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-3807335926122220354</id><published>2008-07-08T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:03:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live as 'Born for A Single Day' !</title><content type='html'>Life is like a river of Time,&lt;br /&gt;'Ups' and 'Downs' are banks of that.&lt;br /&gt;Or the life is a boat of paper,&lt;br /&gt;Following always a random track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try hard to flow upstream,&lt;br /&gt;But don't let it go its own way.&lt;br /&gt;Try your best to have a balance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live as 'Born for A Single Day' !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes in a circle in Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Night is not the end of a day.&lt;br /&gt;Night is the source of the morning next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Down' is the mother of a new 'Up'&lt;/strong&gt;.Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups and Downs are natural oscillations.Life is not a hundred meter race.Love yourself, judge yourself, guide yourself, follow yourself..and keep going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-3807335926122220354?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/3807335926122220354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-1896962801821772671</id><published>2008-06-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:21:59.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss U</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Had never thought of a moment in life,&lt;br /&gt;I would be thousands of miles away-&lt;br /&gt;From u. Had never thought to survive,&lt;br /&gt;Away from u for a single day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Here, how I am able to survive,&lt;br /&gt;Away from yours divine touch!&lt;br /&gt;Miss your beauty, miss your love,&lt;br /&gt;Miss your charm, miss u so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wonder always for this miracle&lt;br /&gt;In this state what keeps me alive.&lt;br /&gt;Is it u again or something else,&lt;br /&gt;Away from u what makes me drive-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The cart of life on roads of Time.&lt;br /&gt;I look to the map of heart and mind,&lt;br /&gt;Get lost in ocean of your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;That my little heart has confined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am bewitched by your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Watching your shadow,sitting on shore-&lt;br /&gt;Of this ocean in my little heart,&lt;br /&gt;None has beauty as it is of yours!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was written for Her, not for her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-1896962801821772671?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/1896962801821772671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=1896962801821772671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/1896962801821772671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/1896962801821772671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-you.html' title='Miss U'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-5993893820106278105</id><published>2008-04-19T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:52:59.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Find A Human Somewhere?</title><content type='html'>World is crowded with millions of people,&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a human somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;All are running with hands on eyes,&lt;br /&gt;With no vision for "Why"and "Where".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encounter tens of events,&lt;br /&gt;Per hour where humanity is crushed.&lt;br /&gt;Under the holy feet of this crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Alas, how can one get one's trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are running to reform this world,&lt;br /&gt;But can not change themselves first.&lt;br /&gt;All wish to be savior of the world,&lt;br /&gt;But,who cares  neighbor's hunger and thirst!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-5993893820106278105?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5993893820106278105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=5993893820106278105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/5993893820106278105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/5993893820106278105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-find-human-somewhere.html' title='Can You Find A Human Somewhere?'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-2904617468600642299</id><published>2008-01-14T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:29:18.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight !</title><content type='html'>'Fight' has become an integral part of civilization.It has been existing for a long,before the word "civilization" was born..Fights between friends, fights between enemies, fights between races and fights between countries.Nobody could stop it and no one can. Our scriptures teach us-"Fight!"..Really?Do holy scriptures teach us to fight?..Gita motivates Arjuna to fight..isn't it?..Yes, it is! So, should we fight? Yes.With whom?..hmm..we never tought of that!! Alas, we just misinterpreted the message and started fighting against everything in  nature, except against ourselves, but never thought of the one whom we have to fight with.We have been throttling the harmony and camaraderie of the mankind..In fact, our scriptures never teach us to fight with friends, enemies, races and countries rather teach to fight against our mind.Mind alone has been the source of dejection not something from outside..Mind is a good servant but a bad master.If we allow it to rule us, we will be destroyed. Rishis, scriptures, masters have been teaching "The mind and its control".Why?..Once mind is controlled, it becomes a good servant.Once it is under custody we are blessed with confidence and energy..Diversion of mind is a spontaneous phenomenon. If there are two oppositely charged particles, the attraction between the two is spontaneous and they try to come close to each other in order to minimize the potential energy.If we hold them apart we increase the potential energy of the system.This shows that if we can control the naturally occuring spontaneous processes, the potential energy of the system is increased.The same way, the energy of mind,the power of mind, the efficiency of mind, the purity of mind is increased if we control our mind.Although the concept is too simple but still it's too difficult to understand.Mind can not be controlled so easily.We need to observe it continuously and to fight against it whenever it tries to become our master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once mind is controlled, an infinitely large amount of energy would be stored in our mind and we would become so strong that no external force would be able to affect us. Rutherford's experiment shows that the nucleus of gold atom remains unaffected of the alpha particles' bombardment.The same way, nothing can disturb us if our mind is powerful.Power doesn't exist without energy.To make our mind powerful, we need to store energy in our mind by restraining it from the indulgence.&lt;strong&gt;Stop it's spontaneity,increase the potential energy!!&lt;/strong&gt; Let's fight against it and stop it to rule over us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-2904617468600642299?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2904617468600642299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=2904617468600642299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2904617468600642299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2904617468600642299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2008/01/fight.html' title='Fight !'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-1820417774660616775</id><published>2007-08-03T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:01:42.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Time!</title><content type='html'>I am Time,an indefatigable runner..I have been running continuously at my uniform velocity having a fixed magnitude and direction.The direction of my velocity is from past to future via present. I am Time..I have no time to waste in banal conversation..To hold duties in abeyance are abhorrent to me.I can never do that.I have equanimity of mind, lacking a sense of elation and dejection..It is disheartening for me that people treat me as an ultimate source of their pleasure and pain.They give the credit of triumph to themselves but the culpability goes to my head in the hour of trauma..But how is it possible? How can one,lacking these be a source of? In fact,it's nothing but the fruition of all their deeds,that makes them in elation as well as in dejection but they impose culpability over my head..But,I have been silent.I don't care of all these blames.I have to perform my duties honestly and I do that.My silence will speak better and all those blames would be shattered into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Time..I am faster than the fastest!My friends,come on!Get synchronized with my speed and let's run together.If you don't do so,you will feel beleaguered at your work..You are never alone..I was,am and will always be with you.Have an aim in your life.Don't be a vagrant,living a life of a vagabond..Friends! abjure your belligerent behaviour first,try to make conciliatory moves always,condone the contentious tendencies of others and have purity with you;this would have an emollient effect in moulding a convivial life for you..This is my clarion call to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-1820417774660616775?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/1820417774660616775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=1820417774660616775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/1820417774660616775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/1820417774660616775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-time.html' title='I Am Time!'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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-7862544313015538434.post-2164062980998570951</id><published>2007-07-07T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:22:05.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One Life to Live</title><content type='html'>I have been given one and only one life to live, with a fix number of drops of time. Am now left with a few drops more,rest all have been vaporised..What to do with the left Time drops? I have been pondering over this but don't want to do more..I have a very few drops more,that I can never waste at any cost..I want to utilize these in moulding a good life.But what is a good life?..The concept of "A Good Life" may vary from individual to individual,but I believe in a life of purity..&lt;strong&gt;Purity of heart, mind and deeds&lt;/strong&gt;..I wish to get eternal purity before I meet the abyss of my doom.I have no aim of self aggrandizement. Altruism gives all kind of aggrandizement in life,but people have no faith in it... Altruism is the manifestation of eternal purity,because it is the subliminal impulse of inner conciousness and purity only what makes one altruist and ascetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't entertain the material prosperity as the standard of a good life.Prosperity can not bring happiness and peace.One can solve myriad problems of life with the help of worldly power but can not attain a peaceful state of mind..Wealth and worldly success may lead to complacency and arrogance but not the way to eternal happiness and self respect. &lt;strong&gt;Self honour is the greatest honour.But only those are awarded, who have purity as the subject of their&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;. Purity doesn't come in a day.Unbridled haphazard thoughts aggravate the salubrius state of mind,shattering the inner peace that leads the precipitous decline of the camaraderie established among pleasure,peace and health and finally none of these is left.Thus to get purity, it needs a regular practice of self discipline and moral values.It needs the control over self indulgence.It needs careful observation of the whole gamut of thoughts. After the accomplishment of the course it comes to fruition and results in the vibrancy in character that gives spiritual as well as material exaltation and grandeur..Alas! people have forgot the glory of celibacy and truth, in modern days.We all are passing through cultural debauchery. In lack of self discipline,how can one get eternal purity followed by altruism followed by everlasting agrrandizement!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Without practising celibacy how is it possible to earn the honour for self? If one wants to be honoured at one's own glance it's a must to conquer lust first&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; rest all the evils will automatically disappear. This is the only way to come out of all dismal situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O almighty! give me strength to fend off the diabolics.I have been given only one life to live..the ocean of my life, alas, has vaporised and a very few drops are left at bottom.. Please do visualise the gravity and grimness of the gloomy daunting situations and help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-2164062980998570951?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2164062980998570951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=2164062980998570951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2164062980998570951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2164062980998570951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-one-life-to-live.html' title='Only One Life to Live'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-2483769427567532484</id><published>2007-07-03T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:21:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Brothers</title><content type='html'>Life is a river, with pleasure and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Brothers are there always like banks!&lt;br /&gt;Or the life is a beautiful yard,&lt;br /&gt;Where we are busy in childish pranks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bros !have spring days forever-&lt;br /&gt;In your life.May you have your tune!&lt;br /&gt;In my life you are source of love,&lt;br /&gt;Which is nothing but, my fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your flame of knowledge and fame&lt;br /&gt;Be dominant over sun and moon.&lt;br /&gt;Need love, guidance, energy always,&lt;br /&gt;And your blessings for good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May each moment brings bags of pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Peace, honor and the spring days-&lt;br /&gt;In  your life. May whole the universe&lt;br /&gt;Come to the brightness with your rays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem, for all my elder brothers, who are poles of the tent of my life which is always flying in stormy winds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-2483769427567532484?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2483769427567532484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=2483769427567532484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2483769427567532484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2483769427567532484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-brothers.html' title='Sweet Brothers'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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-7862544313015538434.post-5691734097572241510</id><published>2007-06-23T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:12:19.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>She has snatched my heart forever,&lt;br /&gt;And also hypnotized my mind.&lt;br /&gt;With her breaths, my breaths have merged.&lt;br /&gt;And her beauty has made me blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plays hide-and-seek with me,&lt;br /&gt;I run confusedly to get her touch.&lt;br /&gt;Why does she not take a pity on me,&lt;br /&gt;I cann't tell I love how much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep has flown up from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I am counting dusks and dawns,&lt;br /&gt;All the time I am dreaming for her,&lt;br /&gt;When will I have her in arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an unsolved mystery for me,&lt;br /&gt;And all facts I want to explore.&lt;br /&gt;I will be highly obliged to one,&lt;br /&gt;Who tells about her, more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is endowed with eternal beauty,&lt;br /&gt;That's never going to reach an end.&lt;br /&gt;It's too complex to get in our head,&lt;br /&gt;She is too simple, to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;These lines are written for her,which could not yet be understood infinitesimally.Her beauty will always be an infinite source of energy and inspiration for all her lovers...Who is She?..She is none other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;It's too complex to understand that "Nature" is too simple&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-5691734097572241510?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5691734097572241510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=5691734097572241510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/5691734097572241510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/5691734097572241510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/06/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-3709798369922219563</id><published>2007-06-09T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:15:53.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Not A Hundred Meter Race!</title><content type='html'>I have been in search of answer,&lt;br /&gt;"What is the meaning of life?"always!&lt;br /&gt;For this, kept on moving on circle-&lt;br /&gt;Of the Time for nights and days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion of life is a harmonic motion.&lt;br /&gt;Can enjoy our ups and downs!&lt;br /&gt;O My Friends! never lose your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're snatched or blessed with crowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have seen how many dusks and dawns!&lt;br /&gt;Flowing in rivers of time and space.&lt;br /&gt;Life itself seems :"What" is life,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not "&lt;strong&gt;A Hundred Meter Race&lt;/strong&gt; !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-3709798369922219563?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/3709798369922219563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=3709798369922219563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/3709798369922219563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/3709798369922219563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-not-hundred-meter-race.html' title='Life Is Not A Hundred Meter Race!'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-164527837001926575</id><published>2007-06-09T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:18:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved!</title><content type='html'>I am asked whether I have loved-&lt;br /&gt;Someone ever, or never I did?&lt;br /&gt;I could never reply this question,&lt;br /&gt;Always tried,how could get rid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved is so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Even the beauty herself is not.&lt;br /&gt;She is nearer than nearest to me,&lt;br /&gt;For my luck, God,thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are never enough to express,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of my beloved at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to dare in vain,&lt;br /&gt;To catch it in silly alphabet-wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cann't live a moment without Her,&lt;br /&gt;I love Her,more than I can!&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine who is that one?&lt;br /&gt;She is She,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Soul&lt;/span&gt;"; O Man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-164527837001926575?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/164527837001926575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=164527837001926575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/164527837001926575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/164527837001926575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-beloved.html' title='My Beloved!'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-5426641079492346357</id><published>2007-06-09T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:49:54.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Friends!</title><content type='html'>O Friends! Let's carry on flight,&lt;br /&gt;Upto the end of great sky.&lt;br /&gt;And we have to-sharpen sight,&lt;br /&gt;Move up as we can, so high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to move forward always,&lt;br /&gt;Never to care for day and night.&lt;br /&gt;Let's we reach from where the rays-&lt;br /&gt;Come; upto those stars of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can not become the sun,&lt;br /&gt;No reason,why can not the stars!&lt;br /&gt;O Friends!My friends! let us run,&lt;br /&gt;Cross the height of Venus and Mars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-5426641079492346357?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5426641079492346357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=5426641079492346357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/5426641079492346357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/5426641079492346357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-friends.html' title='O Friends!'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862544313015538434.post-910590578578330913</id><published>2007-06-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:54:49.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Days at TIFR Mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tata Institute of Fundamental Research&lt;/strong&gt;,one of the best research institutes in India and regarded as being the leader in &lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;String Theory&lt;/strong&gt;, was established under the direction of a great nuclear physicist &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Homi Jehangir Bhabha&lt;/strong&gt;,in &lt;strong&gt;1945&lt;/strong&gt;.The institute is located at Colaba,Mumbai just at the beach.I express the natural beauty there as inexpressible!...I was very fortunate enough to get a chance to visit this institute, last month. Although I used to spend my time more on the sea face than in my lab,but I earned a great scientific experience there...With a zeal of doing something I reached the institute at around 10 am of May 16th.Unexpectedly strict security!!First of all my bag was checked so carefully as if I was on a columbia mission..After the great task of bag checking was over we both,the security and me breathed a sigh of relief..They were sure that no disaster was going to take place because of me..now the turn was of my purpose of visit..I explained but had no proof.In fact I had the proof but in 2D not in 3D.He ranged to my Prof and then I was allowed to enter the Institute...After I entered the research block I found it a 'Bhul-Bhulaiya' and I took around 20 min to reach the appropriate place.Each time I discovered a new lab, a new block,a new department and a new way before entering the lab...After some time I met a B Tech IV year student there.He was a very good guy and was working as a semester trainee there. He asked me to wait for my Prof..I was roaming around the lab and after some time a magnetic personality was before my eyes, discussing something related to genetics but I could not understand,what he was discussing...After our introduction he said "Shivendra,you are not a student here..We all are colleagues working together" and he showed me his lab and introduced to Dr Runa, a post doctoral fellow .She was my incharge.Unfortunately there was the majority of girls almost double in number as compared to number of boys.It was very difficult for me to survive among them.I was in stress in the same way as a microorganism,when it is transferred from a starvation condition to a nutrient rich environment...I was assigned some reading work that day and I left the lab at 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see there..no sir..no madam..no boss..no student...all are friends !Second day, the professor said,"Runa, Shivendra..let's have a cup of coffee" and we moved to the canteen. I was assigned some lab work to carry out and also not to believe in God atleast for the duration,I was expected to work there.According to him "faith and belief never exist." I was just about to question "If faith and belief donot exist then how can I believe on your statement"..but I didnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the main story begins from here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first taught &lt;strong&gt;how to identify male and female&lt;/strong&gt; Drosophila under compound microscope.. boring job!..no,no,.. it was an interesting job! isn't it?..It took two days for me to expertise in this "great research" and I felt a proud that I was able to identify males and females.hahaha..After the accomplishment of my job I moved to the library and computer center to get some xerox and print outs.It was not difficult there as at our institute...One can take infinite number of xerox and prinouts there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the turn was to &lt;strong&gt;identify "Virgin Females" !&lt;/strong&gt; Oh My God!..I questioned myself "What is she telling about? How can it be so easy to identify virgin Drosophila?"..Lots of questions were rising and falling in my mind just as the water waves there in the sea..By that time I had no experience about virgin and non-virgin drosophila and that's why it was almost impossible to detect a virgin or non-virgin,according to me.....Anyway, I was asked to identify virgin females on the basis of muconia,a physical gray structure on the abdomen.The presence of muconia confirms the virginity..Naturally I asked myself " Drosophila possesses the marker for virginty so what about other creatures? Do other beings too have a marker?",but I could not make my doubts clear, albeit I still have the same doubt....Somehow I stopped questioning and tried hard to differentiate virgins from non-virgins and all the time it was flopped..I kept on trying and was able to do my job with almost 90% accuracy but never 100%, and I lost my hope to expertize in identifying virgins...I was told that the virgin selection was the most important job in Droso-genetics.. alas! I could not expertize this, the most important job!..I do agree that all must know how to identify virgins but it's not so easy, at least for me...Next day I had been given a sample of Drosophila and was asked to separate virgin females aside and rest non-virgins in another group.In this way I was supposed to make two groups of Drosophila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined each and every drosophila very carefully and separated those having muconia.But I found muconia in both males and females.It was certain that females possessing muconia were virgin but what about males,having muconia on their abdomen?I was totally confused...I could not discuss it with my labmates and I myself concluded "If the females with muconia are virgins then males with the same must be celibate...&lt;strong&gt;Females have virginity and males have celibacy&lt;/strong&gt;"...According to my own conclusion I made three groups of Drosophila,instead of two..When he came to check the extent of my specialization in virgin selection, startled-"What's there in the third group of drosophila?".. I was confident of my conclusion of celibate males and I replied "These are virgin males"..but it was commented over &lt;strong&gt;"There is nothing like virgin males"&lt;/strong&gt;...It was nothing but a brutal attack on my confidence and &lt;strong&gt;I am still confident that I was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the incidents, but before other similar incidents would have taken place I moved for IIT Guwahati with an extreme desire of a project in Nanotechnology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-910590578578330913?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/910590578578330913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=910590578578330913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/910590578578330913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/910590578578330913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/06/few-days-at-tifr-mumbai.html' title='A Few Days at TIFR Mumbai'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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-7862544313015538434.post-2478246520880772022</id><published>2007-06-08T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:27:14.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Blogs ?</title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of life?Is it a difficult question? I have been in search of answer and finally I found the question itself as the answer.Just we need to put the first word of the question in inverted commas.In this way the question turns out as: &lt;strong&gt;"What" is the meaning of life&lt;/strong&gt;;and this is the answer of the very question..Albeit it is so simple to get it, but it baffles so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery , half revealed and half concealed.It is an open book with closed chapters,that each and every individual has continuously been writing on the face of time.Life is like walking on sands on the beach at a sweet summer dusk, and sometimes it's as good as running over sands in a desert in the scorching heat in search of water to slake one's thirst..Anyway, there are always pearls scattered on the sands, and &lt;strong&gt;blogs are the bags&lt;/strong&gt; in which we can collect and store those ' bikhare motis' for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862544313015538434-2478246520880772022?l=diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2478246520880772022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862544313015538434&amp;postID=2478246520880772022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2478246520880772022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862544313015538434/posts/default/2478246520880772022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary-of-shibi.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-blogs.html' title='Why Blogs ?'/><author><name>shivendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104905279242682223</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></feed>
