<?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-6457783212936913101</id><updated>2011-12-13T01:14:36.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Maddening</title><subtitle type='html'>What's written here hardly matters..!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-7038701223727707564</id><published>2009-11-10T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:07:11.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sitting in office, one rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Am left wondering, is there any other way?&lt;br /&gt;The harder you work, be smarter they say&lt;br /&gt;The longer you stay, the lesser they pay.&lt;br /&gt;Shutting out thoughts, looking to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Gives me hope until next dawn&lt;br /&gt;A dawn, I pray, isn’t &lt;br /&gt;Same shit on a different day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-7038701223727707564?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/7038701223727707564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=7038701223727707564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/7038701223727707564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/7038701223727707564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year....'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-6799861150976694130</id><published>2009-05-28T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T04:48:17.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is what it feels like huh?</title><content type='html'>Gutted! The depth of my misery should have been explained in that one word. Sadly, it is never that easy.&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona 2 Man United 0 In reality, the score line is a little flattering…….for Manchester United!&lt;br /&gt;We were billed as the Roman Conquerors, the first team to successfully defend a European Cup, to be crowned as the Greatest Team ever. For exactly 10 minutes, it went according to the script. And then it all went horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I need to write for as long as I can, to squeeze every bit of misery out of my system. When your team gets played out of the park in the most humiliating fashion, when your brother(a Chavs fan, for god’s sake) calls you at 3 a.m to drive home the pain, when all the newspapers carry a tag line saying ‘They are not that good’, it becomes a bitter pill to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;As United supporters we are spoilt with all the success which makes this a wee bit harder to digest. I hope this week passes by quickly. I have decided to go on a ‘No Read Mode’, what with the gooners and dippers wanting to take the piss out of us. I should be laughing at them considering the fact that we are Premier League champions and a further two more trophies in our cabinet, when they have ended trophy less for the fourth year in a row. But Football is remembered for the present and no one wants to care about what happened yesterday even if you are ‘Manchester United’.&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE! M.U.F.L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-6799861150976694130?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/6799861150976694130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=6799861150976694130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6799861150976694130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6799861150976694130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-what-it-feels-like-huh.html' title='So this is what it feels like huh?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-8841331427061660235</id><published>2009-05-06T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:31:45.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demo-crazy!</title><content type='html'>Democracy is a coin termed by a fool. Someone who thought he could get away with fooling us into believing the future lies in the mind of the common man. What audacity!&lt;br /&gt;To distinguish right from wrong, to shape a future with equality and peace, to create a system devoid of corruption, persecution and poverty should be deemed outrageous. No?&lt;br /&gt;Let me try this then. 'Be the Change'. Er, how?&lt;br /&gt;Vote. Er, Whom?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone. Thats Democracy, right? Yeah Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this then. 'Create Awareness, Educate'. Er, on what?&lt;br /&gt;Rights. Er, Whose?&lt;br /&gt;We, the People. #?@! Do we have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I get your point.&lt;br /&gt;What do we do now? Er, about what?&lt;br /&gt;Redefining Democracy. Changing the system. Er, why?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not working. Er, says who?&lt;br /&gt;Me. And you are?&lt;br /&gt;An Indian!&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck then!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-8841331427061660235?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/8841331427061660235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=8841331427061660235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8841331427061660235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8841331427061660235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2009/05/demo-crazy.html' title='Demo-crazy!'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-7923820466640916909</id><published>2008-08-15T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:16:20.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness Heath Ledger attain Immortality .....</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a while since i wrote something. Usually it is a spur of the moment thing for me...A glimpse of a beautiful girl, a fight, a dream...once the moment passes i cease to write....But i quote 'The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules...'.&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger - I would start believing that i would fall in love anytime soon if someone convinces me that they always knew Heath Leadger could act the way he did before Dark Knight. But he has.....he has made the entire world bow down to him through his sheer talent.....he certainly has attained Immortality...May his soul R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Watch the movie if you dont believe me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i Quote his quotes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you... stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just, do things. The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon's got plans. You know, they're schemers. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I'm not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how, pathetic, their attempts to control things really are. So, when I say, ah, come here, when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know that I'm telling the truth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh and you know the thing about chaos, it's fair.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;You just couldn't let me go could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you, because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules! And tonight you're gonna break your one rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. See, I'm not a monster...I'm just ahead of the curve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Let's turn the clocks back. A year ago, these cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross any of you. I mean, what happened? Did your - did your balls drop off? Hmm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I took Gotham's white knight, and brought him down to our level. It wasn't hard. Y'see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little...push. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Kill you? I don't want to kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off mob dealers? No, no, you... you complete me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Non Joker Ones.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now...and so we'll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector...a dark knight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12.Let me get this straight: You think that your client, one of the wealthiest, most powerful man in the world, is secretly a vigilante who beats criminals to a pulp with his bare hands. And your plan is to blackmail this person? Good luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-7923820466640916909?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/7923820466640916909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=7923820466640916909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/7923820466640916909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/7923820466640916909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2008/08/witness-heath-ledger-attaining.html' title='Witness Heath Ledger attain Immortality .....'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-3815554388712692379</id><published>2008-06-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:05:44.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling for the Day - 2</title><content type='html'>Dont let the world fool you into believing you are worthless&lt;br /&gt;though, by your actions, you make me wanna believe them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-3815554388712692379?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/3815554388712692379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=3815554388712692379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/3815554388712692379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/3815554388712692379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2008/06/rambling-for-day-2.html' title='Rambling for the Day - 2'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-8946607186626659252</id><published>2008-06-02T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:06:23.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling for the Day - 1</title><content type='html'>Ever since we started working&lt;br /&gt;The top management utter nonsense and we laugh in agreement&lt;br /&gt;The world calls it Etiquette,&lt;br /&gt;I call it Hypocrisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-8946607186626659252?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/8946607186626659252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=8946607186626659252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8946607186626659252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8946607186626659252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-for-day.html' title='Rambling for the Day - 1'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-3938023128533665287</id><published>2008-05-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:08:05.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In a daze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I said those words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In different ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;With a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;With a touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I dropped a hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For you to catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Will you nod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Will you shake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Is all i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As i lay awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Let me live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Let me show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Love, is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you still don’t know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-3938023128533665287?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/3938023128533665287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=3938023128533665287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/3938023128533665287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/3938023128533665287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-my-love.html' title='You&apos;re My Love'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-5987122334217074062</id><published>2008-05-01T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:09:19.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Embodiment of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When you were Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed a woman to start the human race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When you were unborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed a woman as a passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you were ten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed a woman for growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you were a teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed a women as a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you were married &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed a woman to satisfy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you were middle aged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed to woman to take care of family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you became old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed a woman for support and company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you needed that woman to cry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But do you ever need that woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so that you can love her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In every man's term, despite vociferous self denials amongst this community, Love is farce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It is a mythical bondage that keeps a woman shackled forever, unknowingly or unwillingly committed to providing unconditional love that caters to the selfishness of every single man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love is when you give, Love is when you share, Love is when you sacrifice. A woman is an embodiment of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;To me, Love is not a term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-5987122334217074062?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/5987122334217074062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=5987122334217074062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/5987122334217074062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/5987122334217074062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2008/05/embodiment-of-love.html' title='An Embodiment of Love'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-1241833139529440338</id><published>2008-03-28T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:38:30.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does life have a meaning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I wake up, not to the chirping of birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But to shrill ring of my alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It's a brand new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But i find no charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sport a resigned look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A feeling of inevitability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A few minutes is all it took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My morning chores done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, i hardly remember the taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lost in calls and deadlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My mom looks at my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Looking for signs, I hear only a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive in a daze,oblivious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To madness, to traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We all, in life, join this race,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Losing our way, losing ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sing in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To walk by the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To play with my dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To watch the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To hug my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To play with my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To make love to my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To read on a rainy sunday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Is all i yearn for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice brings me back to reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ID please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A long day begins, a pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;One of many that i am wasting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Till i die with these dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-1241833139529440338?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/1241833139529440338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=1241833139529440338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1241833139529440338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1241833139529440338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2008/03/does-life-have-meaning.html' title='Does life have a meaning?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-1830925490610150817</id><published>2008-03-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:44:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentary Bliss.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sitting by the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Watching the waves recede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;i couldn’t have asked for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You looked beautiful indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My arms around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I drew you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It was time to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You're the woman i love the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;No words came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But my knees felt weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You're kiss was long and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Was there a need to speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Our lips entwined, tongues probed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My heart skipped a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Our eyes met, you nodded, we smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And, the world started fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-1830925490610150817?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/1830925490610150817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=1830925490610150817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1830925490610150817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1830925490610150817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2008/03/momentary-bliss.html' title='Momentary Bliss.....'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-1583378257647256496</id><published>2007-12-05T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:19:34.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate or Sex?</title><content type='html'>It rested&lt;br /&gt;between my lips&lt;br /&gt;as i tested&lt;br /&gt;the curves&lt;br /&gt;i made her all wet&lt;br /&gt;with constant swerves&lt;br /&gt;of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt resist long&lt;br /&gt;and i sunk my teeth&lt;br /&gt;bringing out moans of pleasure..&lt;br /&gt;i devoured her completely&lt;br /&gt;the satisfaction immense&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her...&lt;br /&gt;she was dark but shapely&lt;br /&gt;she was a real 'Temptation'&lt;br /&gt;better known as 'Hershey'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to debates, this would rate amongst the most entertaining topics to be discussed. I dont want to start a debate here. I definitely would be least bothered as to what you all think and i am sure the feeling would be mutual as well. In case, you have nothing else to do, then read on.&lt;br /&gt;I got an email stating the 10 reasons why chocolate is better than sex. But personally , if there ain't any choices i would like to have both at the same time, mostly to strike a balance and to make up for the spent energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-1583378257647256496?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/1583378257647256496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=1583378257647256496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1583378257647256496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1583378257647256496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/12/chocolate-or-sex.html' title='Chocolate or Sex?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-3863924003557912587</id><published>2007-11-14T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:55:50.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile :) :-D</title><content type='html'>Taking that curve,&lt;br /&gt;giving it a permenant stay&lt;br /&gt;symbolizes a verve&lt;br /&gt;in somebody's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisting it though&lt;br /&gt;i realize I have no place to go&lt;br /&gt;and let you know, how&lt;br /&gt;to feel the things i never show.&lt;div 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:-D'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-2863634098029369860</id><published>2007-11-13T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:59:10.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Trance..!</title><content type='html'>Do i know you...&lt;br /&gt;Know you at all...&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts mired in confusion...&lt;br /&gt;The face masked by agony...&lt;br /&gt;when i tried to find my way around..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt try to, baby&lt;br /&gt;find a way around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at the things we did,&lt;br /&gt;and the things we said...&lt;br /&gt;i am lying to myself...&lt;br /&gt;that i know you...&lt;br /&gt;even when am&lt;br /&gt;dying in this hell...&lt;br /&gt;And when i tried to reach for you..&lt;br /&gt;I didnt try to, baby&lt;br /&gt;take you down as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a bye..&lt;br /&gt;and this time i didnt lie...&lt;br /&gt;I saw a smile...&lt;br /&gt;a relieved sigh...&lt;br /&gt;u will never know...&lt;br /&gt;that you made me cry..&lt;br /&gt;will be long gone...&lt;br /&gt;far and high...&lt;br /&gt;to a place they go..&lt;br /&gt;when people die!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-2863634098029369860?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/2863634098029369860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=2863634098029369860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/2863634098029369860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/2863634098029369860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/11/farewell-trance.html' title='Farewell Trance..!'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-6420505032596251387</id><published>2007-10-30T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:24:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunners – Can they hit Bull’s Eye?</title><content type='html'>It’s the clash of the titans in the premiership this Saturday. And a result here would go a long way in deciding who holds aloft the coveted cup, come May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Red Devil fan, I had mixed emotions watching the match between Liverpool and Arsenal. It was a match where Arsene Wenger showed the world what he has got in store for Manchester United and the rest of Europe. As I watched the match I got reminded of the famous quote that the infamous football pundit Alan Hansen said during United’s treble winning season. ‘&lt;em&gt;You will never win anything with kids’&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;First it was united and now it’s Arsenal who are making him eat his words. It was a day when ‘Kidology’ as some newspapers quoted, reigned supreme.&lt;br /&gt;After Thierry Henry’s departure, Arsenal was written off to even qualify for Europe and it certainly looks like Arsene Wenger is going to have the last laugh. . In Fabregas, Wenger has unearthed a gem. And you could see the youthful exuberance flowing through the entire team. They seem to fear no one and in Gallas, they have an able leader to guide this team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, Liverpool was lucky to get away with a point and the score line 1-1 doesn’t reflect Arsenal’s domination in the match. Certainly, Sir Alex wouldn’t have been surprised by the result even though he left a few minutes before Arsenal equalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all this, am sure even Wenger knows that this Saturday will be the real test. Facing the champions by itself is no mean task but it becomes even more difficult to face United in the kind of form they are in. The quality that United now possess in their ranks will stretch gunners to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Alex knows that his team’s midfield and defense hold the key. Arsenal, will hit United on the break and there is going to be no reprieve. With Scholes and Carrick out, Hargreaves and Anderson will be tested. And if Rio Ferdinand’s injury turns out to be serious, then United will be facing an uphill task with the inexperienced Pique left to guard United’s central defense against Adebayor who Ferdinand termed as the ‘toughest guy’ to defend against, last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it will be battle of nerves and who holds it till the end. I have a sinking feeling that this match is going to be decided by mistakes (Referee and Defense :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-6420505032596251387?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/6420505032596251387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=6420505032596251387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6420505032596251387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6420505032596251387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/10/gunners-can-they-hit-bulls-eye.html' title='Gunners – Can they hit Bull’s Eye?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-4973096668077404865</id><published>2007-10-17T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:49:40.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Speech!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this history of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Mankind -- that word should have new meaning for all of us today.&lt;br /&gt;We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We will be united in our common interests.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution -- but from annihilation.&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting for our right to live, to exist.&lt;br /&gt;And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice:&lt;br /&gt;"We will not go quietly into the night!&lt;br /&gt;We will not vanish without a fight!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to live on!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to survive!"&lt;br /&gt;Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBR4g_H7JD4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBR4g_H7JD4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time, every single time i hear this speech, i get goosebumps. Its not about my passion for hollywood movies, nor is it about Bill Pullman, but simply reading between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to correlate this with what's happening with our nation. A question crops up. The world might hate Americans, their arrogance but still look at them. They are passionate about their nation and their patriotism oozes in everything that they do.&lt;br /&gt;It might be trivial but i still think about the number of hollywood war movies that have come out as box office hits as compared to our bollywood's and kollywoods. They keep churning out such movies to instill in the minds of common man, what their countrymen are doing to keep their nation a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand our movies receive flak from our own people. Everyone looks at the technology and the aura surrounding the HOLLYWOOD and tend to ignore the theme that our movies try to project.&lt;br /&gt;We need to think on our feet. Its time we put up our hands and say 'Lets stop aping the West'. There is so much in our military history for us to boast about. It ain't about movies alone but just go to the History section in any bookstore and no points for guessing which books are bestsellers. World wars, American war heroes, Battle of Iraq, Greek wars, Roman battles ...World History is fascinating i accept, but India is a part of this world. 'Train to Pakistan', 'Indian Mutiny', 'Indian War of independence' all these are precious too. They tell us what's been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;I love India and so does every single citizen in this wonderful nation. But we need to show it not just in words but in our everyday life. I cringe when i look at the forwards about our military heroes. I am no different and that attitude needs to change. Let us for one last time 'Ape the west' , this time for their patriotism. Their feeling of oneness when it comes to things concerning their nation.&lt;br /&gt;We have our Vande Matarams(thanks to A R Rahman) and Chake De India's but someday i want to see a speech similar to the one above, made by either one of our politicians or any common man.&lt;br /&gt;And that day i will stop watching hollywood war movies or reading american history forever. I am sure i wont repent doing that, rather, with a smile i will write about the goosebumps i got when i heard the speech about 'My India'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-4973096668077404865?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/4973096668077404865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=4973096668077404865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/4973096668077404865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/4973096668077404865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/10/speech.html' title='The Speech!'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-2474432970222805068</id><published>2007-10-03T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:21:07.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wondered...?</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered what the exact moment is,&lt;br /&gt;when a girl looks extremely beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;I found it that night&lt;br /&gt;when the moonlight danced on her face&lt;br /&gt;and the brownish curls of her hair&lt;br /&gt;lay untended.....&lt;br /&gt;the fading pimples,the only blemish&lt;br /&gt;giving a rose tinge&lt;br /&gt;that might be mistaken for a blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered about the one place&lt;br /&gt;you would do anything to be in?&lt;br /&gt;She stirred from her sleep&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those curls of hair&lt;br /&gt;playing hide n seek between her lips...&lt;br /&gt;And i realized with a tinge of jealousy&lt;br /&gt;thats where i wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;though it meant breaking the spell&lt;br /&gt;caused by her face&lt;br /&gt;with a momentary shake...&lt;br /&gt;But i still wonder...&lt;br /&gt;if i can truly shake off that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - Excerpts from my Personal Diary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-2474432970222805068?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/2474432970222805068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=2474432970222805068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/2474432970222805068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/2474432970222805068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/10/ever-wondered.html' title='Ever wondered...?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-6361631355671134901</id><published>2007-08-22T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T02:56:43.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Devils – Down in the Dumps?</title><content type='html'>The 2008 EPL season has not started with a bang for the champions as all red devil fans were hoping for. Rather, it is turning into a disastrous campaign to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Expectations were soaring high amongst the fans, given the nature of new signings and the media hype following it. Some even went to the extent of claiming that we would win the quadruple this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a hard core Manchester united fan, I was clearly excited as well, what with the likes of Nani, Anderson, Hargreaves and Tevez coming into the side and playing alongside Rooney, Ronaldo, Scholes and Giggs. With Rio Ferdinand, Vidic, Evra, Neville, Carrick, Pique and Van der sar to complete the lineup, this indeed had to be a truly great side capable of thrashing any team in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong then? Couldn’t we sustain the pressure of defending the title?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Alex has been in that position countless times and this shouldn’t have been any different.&lt;br /&gt;Two draws and a loss, 17th in the league standings, 5 points adrift from our main rivals and worse, watching with disgust at Man City sitting pretty on the top of the table - Certainly not what we bargained for and I would have laughed at the mere mention of such a thing before the season started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not panicking here, but given the way we have played and considering the injury to Rooney and the suspension of Ronaldo, we still shouldn’t have been in the situation we find ourselves in now. I am clearly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;We seem to be fighting against odds not just on the pitch but against lady luck as well. The atrocious penalty awarded to goddamn Blues and the undeserving win to the scousers on the opening day make us think whether we are doomed for this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it have made a difference if Sir Alex had convinced Rossi to stay by promising him first team opportunities? We needn’t have embarrassed ourselves by pushing in a makeshift striker in the form of  O shea who I think doesn’t even deserve a first team chance(We have done enough to him for his winner against scousers last season).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing Manchester united I am sure they know how to get out of this mess. We have the quality and given that players are coming back from injury and the African Nations tournament in January which will see lots of teams losing key players, this could still turn out into a title winning season for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just like any other red devil fan, I too keep my fingers crossed and envisage a goal rout again Spurs this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak De ManU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-6361631355671134901?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/6361631355671134901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=6361631355671134901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6361631355671134901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6361631355671134901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-devils-down-in-dumps.html' title='Red Devils – Down in the Dumps?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-8482362929016502790</id><published>2007-08-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:40:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feelings - A Realization within</title><content type='html'>I made a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;to be devoid of feelings&lt;br /&gt;never in future and never to look back...&lt;br /&gt;But I could not kill it, &lt;br /&gt;When I saw the pitiful eyes of it,&lt;br /&gt;It was shivering, begging me&lt;br /&gt;Not to desert it...&lt;br /&gt;and then it promised me...&lt;br /&gt;It will never let anybody hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;Anybody at all,&lt;br /&gt;Told me that I will be strong ,&lt;br /&gt;standing upto those who didnt care,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want to believe,&lt;br /&gt;How could I ?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t even sure about myself there...&lt;br /&gt;it didnt shield me....&lt;br /&gt;from being taken for granted....Did it....?&lt;br /&gt;It blinded me...&lt;br /&gt;from realizing who actually cared...&lt;br /&gt;it made me hold something in my arms&lt;br /&gt;which i couldnt hold in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;I would have started walking alone,&lt;br /&gt;but I wasnt overpowered, for once....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i turn back...&lt;br /&gt;I see my feelings crawling behind me...&lt;br /&gt;In truth,&lt;br /&gt;I turn around and walk faster...&lt;br /&gt;Just to outdistance myself...&lt;br /&gt;And i look up...&lt;br /&gt;A smiling face...&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all about what am running from,&lt;br /&gt;i smile back hoping its not farce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-8482362929016502790?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/8482362929016502790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=8482362929016502790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8482362929016502790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8482362929016502790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-feelings-realization-within.html' title='My Feelings - A Realization within'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-1865951715583365356</id><published>2007-06-21T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:32:51.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to my Mind - Part 1(Turn Off's)</title><content type='html'>I have always wondered what people think of me. And i feel amused everytime someone says or does something, coz these are strangers who know nothing about me. But will i be able to take the same stand when it comes to my close friends whose opinions and actions i value?&lt;br /&gt;Am a complex creature. What's right to most people will look wrong to me.And thats why i mentioned in my previous blog, am pathetic when it comes to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Even my friends have difficulty understanding me so i thought i will make it a point to let everybody know what turn's me off.&lt;br /&gt;What everyone else consider most trivial and unimportant, sometimes turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when someone hangs up on me. Nothing will successfully put me off than this. I feel as if am slapped!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when someone flaunts road rules. Obscenities reign supreme in my mouth when i see that happening.&lt;br /&gt;It turns me off when plans are changed at the last moment. It makes me look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting and i hate being late. I get so irritated, that i fall into a shell for sometime and i refuse to come out. It happens for movies,train journeys and trips. I just hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! i feel i should mention this as well. Most of my guy friends feel am lax when it comes to girls with respect to this turn off of mine :) I beg to differ. With guys i take the liberty to say and shout on their face, with girls i dont. But it shows one way or the other that am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;It turns me off when i am left out in the crowd. I feel lost and i feel miserable.I hate being ingnored.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see my friends bugged! It keeps nagging me and i end up pestering them about it coz i want to know. And i hate this too. why would i want to know when they dont wanna say it?&lt;br /&gt;It turns me off completely when i fight with my friends. And i hate it when they refuse to talk to me. My day stops there and i cant think of anything else unless we sort it out. I simply loathe that interim state of silence.&lt;br /&gt;I hate failures. And i hate disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;It turns me off completely when i think the world about someone and they still dont understand me. It turns me off that my actions get misinterpreted and i have to explain myself to that someone whom i thought already knew me like the back of their hand!&lt;br /&gt;It turns me off when am taken for granted. I detest the feeling that creeps up when am taken on a wild goose chase and my opinions are looked down upon without any consideration.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Infidelity,Chauvinism and Artificial behaviour. I especially hate it when someone acts as if they are good at something when they really arent.&lt;br /&gt;It turns me off when am criticized or ridiculed for doing/not doing something when that person is no good at it either.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, i hate being led, used and dumped. That drives the final nail into the coffin which holds 'Mutual Respect, Sharing and Trustworthiness'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-1865951715583365356?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/1865951715583365356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=1865951715583365356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1865951715583365356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/1865951715583365356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/06/key-to-my-mind-part-1turn-offs.html' title='Key to my Mind - Part 1(Turn Off&apos;s)'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-6905885946757978158</id><published>2007-06-13T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:14:51.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the party tonite?</title><content type='html'>The title might be misleading for a few, considering the preface written but read on.....&lt;br /&gt;"I had seen it only in movies before this....and to me i didnt know there was another world tht existed,a world like this..! where u lose yourself completely..when booze takes control over your mind, when dance is a means by which you cast lecherous eyes and engage in lustful action, an outlet for perverted thoughts bundled up due to years of ignorance to such kinda freedom..!"         - Nope, this aint an article about the culture shock experienced by indians travelling abroad. This is about my first few weekends in the Garden City of Bangalore after leaving good,old chennai.&lt;br /&gt;I shifted base to the silicon valley of india just like a million other day dreaming, software destined, 'onsite'manic, twenty something'ers , and the moment i stepped foot here i knew i was gonna miss chennai terribly.Ok, i can hear a familiar voice shouting at me to stop digressing and so here we go..&lt;br /&gt;Discotheques or disc as it is popularly known around here, was always associated with the filthy rich, spoiled brats. Am sorry,but i was brought up that way, a typical conservative chennaite.As i mentioned before, i have heard about it and i have watched it in movies,but nothing prepared me for the madness that prevailed here. That night, at Sphinx, when my friends fitted perfectly into the night life of bangalore, i stood and surveyed my surroundings, completely speechless by what i saw. Maybe, i am exaggerating here and not all disc's are like what i was witnessing. I entered the dance floor, jostling my way through the crowd of people swaying to the thumping music and that 'whatever' they intake during these parties. I kept apologizing to everyone i bumped into and after the first few minutes i realized nobody was acknowledging it.Everybody was on a different plane altogether.&lt;br /&gt;When people talk about PDA's(Public Display of Affection), my imagination was always limited to a hug, holding hands or a peck on the cheek.But i got a whole new meaning for it that day - Groping,stripping and host of other unmentionables. I gave a wierd look to my friend asking her what the hell was happening and i was hoping to get an answer, but she just smiled back. obviously, she was enjoying the dance and music oblivious(or ignoring) to what others were doing. I have this bad habit though. When am curious, i cant stop looking and i never knew that was gonna be a problem here. There were married couples and lovers dancing as well, and everytime i looked at them strangely, it ignited strong reactions from the male counterparts. Thanks to my friend who had a tough time reverting my concentration to the dance n music.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to dance, with the limited abilities of mine, and soon forgot what was happening around me. I restricted my vision and thoughts to our group alone, and for the first time after entering the disc, i started having fun.&lt;br /&gt;After one and a half years in Bangalore and hopping through different discotheques and pubs, i have come to understand that most people do only that. Define their own boundaries and tranform the night into a whole new experience, entertainment guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;These days, my eagerness to improve my dance skills and a chance to have good fun makes me shout 'Disc' everytime someone asks me about a weekend plan.&lt;br /&gt;So, where's the party tonite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-6905885946757978158?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/6905885946757978158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=6905885946757978158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6905885946757978158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/6905885946757978158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/06/wheres-party-tonite.html' title='Where&apos;s the party tonite?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-8950928814140380974</id><published>2007-06-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:37:52.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems and Me - The First 'Real' Attempt</title><content type='html'>I have always wondered why people start writing poems...Does writing poems make one look creative? Or is it one hobby that you can harp upon to make you stand out in the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;I started writing poems just like how any other ambitious,naive youngster would have...trying to ape the suave,verbose, handsome chaps who can impress the ladies with ease.&lt;br /&gt;But then realization hit me....a realization that poems need to be felt before being penned down. It was a tough job and i gave up halfway through..this wasnt my cup of tea. I got back to what i did best reading, watching movies and munching potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;Well what you see below is my first attempt at writing a poem after being inspired by the book 'One night at a call center'.Now my personal opinion about this book is not too great but then maybe i was inspired coz of the sequence of events surrounding it. I felt, and realized for the first time, how poems are written. The thoughts flowed, i never had to think and it dawned on me that everybody can write a poem one day. If i can write one, any Tom , Dick and Harry can.It isnt about creativity nor is it about mastery of a language. Its what you wanna express and what you have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go...I donno why it always has to be love that brings out a poet in someone. Sorry, am no different either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love - A Symphony of two souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ha ha....It's been carried along through generations,&lt;br /&gt;As sacred as the holy grail.&lt;br /&gt;A mantra for modern era,&lt;br /&gt;Though the rules have changed...It is called 'Love'...&lt;br /&gt;A divine word, that even the dictionary cant describe...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can...or i think so....&lt;br /&gt;It came without a warning....and left me,&lt;br /&gt;leaving a permenant scar...&lt;br /&gt;God, i worshipped her,&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of every moment that would have been...&lt;br /&gt;but waking up knowing it'll never be.....&lt;br /&gt;She still and will always be in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why or what it means....&lt;br /&gt;I never knew living was more painful than dying..&lt;br /&gt;until she was lost from my life, it left me crying...&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever forget what i thought was happening..but never happened?&lt;br /&gt;They say failure is the stepping stone for success,&lt;br /&gt;But how did i fail, when i didnt even try?&lt;br /&gt;Its an adage, that, Time is the healer,&lt;br /&gt;True love defies Time......&lt;br /&gt;And to me it was a roller coaster of emotions...&lt;br /&gt;But the end didnt leave me exhiliarated...&lt;br /&gt;Rather it kept spiralling down...&lt;br /&gt;Not only the ride, but my life as well..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-8950928814140380974?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/8950928814140380974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=8950928814140380974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8950928814140380974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/8950928814140380974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/06/poems-and-me-first-real-attempt.html' title='Poems and Me - The First &apos;Real&apos; Attempt'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457783212936913101.post-9135076147470843046</id><published>2007-06-08T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:31:14.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging - Does it make a Difference?</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;I hate this mode of communication coz both of us don’t know what the other person is thinking after reading it&lt;/em&gt;" - My own words, talking about mail communication when it comes to explaining yourself. Funny for someone like me to say it coz i think i tend to express better when i start writing.&lt;br /&gt;24 years have passed by,twenty of which were spent reclining on a sofa,happy in my 'lost world' as someone said later, introverted, fading into the background when it was needed of me to express. Then came the four years, where i freed myself of the shackles, but still limited to fantasies, occasional poems and lots of scraps.&lt;br /&gt;This wasnt what writing was all about..this wasnt a form of expression. I never realized i was shunning away from the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;I have finally resorted to blogging, thanks to one kind soul who felt i was good at writing and i should try it out.Well, am not sure about that, but will it make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Arent scraps that you keep stashed, more personal?&lt;br /&gt;Will this be a proper outlet for the myriad of emotions that i pass thru?&lt;br /&gt;Does the world need to witness and pass on opinion on the confessions of a dangerous mind(thats me) ?&lt;br /&gt;These questions do remain unanswered as i embark on my journey thru this exciting world of blogging......&lt;br /&gt;After all, am in the age of 'Nothing's a necessity if u dont try'..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457783212936913101-9135076147470843046?l=trulymaddening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/feeds/9135076147470843046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6457783212936913101&amp;postID=9135076147470843046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/9135076147470843046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457783212936913101/posts/default/9135076147470843046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulymaddening.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogging-does-it-make-difference.html' title='Blogging - Does it make a Difference?'/><author><name>Balaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17901054427053379433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBcu-Xgtyzg/R9uZ33xAkXI/AAAAAAAABec/otxTTg7JzR4/S220/0909_222524.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
