<?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-13936719</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:16:55.148+05:00</updated><title type='text'>machusays</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13936719.post-115335059749993623</id><published>2006-07-20T04:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:09:57.516+05:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>The word more has a life of its own. it just keeps on going and going and going. we get born, we play with shapes and learn the alphabet, we attend nursery school, high school, college, university, marriage and then a happily after life. at least thats the "norm" of it all. so is the case with more. we start fresh. we think of something and want it as a desire of human nature.  by hook or by crook we achieve it. we want more. it just keeps feeding on human need for that "extra" thing, that extra amount of french fries, that extra time that we can get on our exams, that extra amount money for leisure spending and that extra amount time to lounge around infront of a tv watching your favorite show eating pop corn with tang with a speical someone. we will always want more. we will always need more. we will always desire more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-115335059749993623?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/115335059749993623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=115335059749993623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/115335059749993623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/115335059749993623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/07/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-115273004483286836</id><published>2006-07-12T23:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:47:24.843+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish for a car,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a song,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a lifetime of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a breath of fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a content life here and after,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for cleanliness,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for harmony,&lt;br /&gt;I wish peace,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you fare well,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to live long and well,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hadn't done some things,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had done some things,&lt;br /&gt;I wish my life were different,&lt;br /&gt;I wish my life was not different,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to mould me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to re-visit me,&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Too many wishes????   hmmmm.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-115273004483286836?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/115273004483286836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=115273004483286836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/115273004483286836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/115273004483286836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/07/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-115173291956888102</id><published>2006-07-01T10:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:48:39.583+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Everybody has the option of choices in their lives. whether it be as simple as choosing between black or white or whether it be between right or wrong. we face choices everyday of our lives. some actions we tend to prioritize in our lives while others we subdue as its "not convenient" according to our standings. thats the irony. i wonder how many of us would chose the right choice over an easy choice. how difficult is it to really arbitrate a conflict? these are a few of the major choices that we seek to overcome in our daily lives. nobody says choices are easy. even if we know the answer to the choices, it still makes our lives difficult to actually get up and make a choice. i think the most effective way of getting out of choices is by saying... "upto you". as simple as a question of where do you want to go eat today causes enough tension in choices for almost all karachites. i think there should be a rule book as to what and how you have to make a choice and then hopefully things will get smoother for the process of choosing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-115173291956888102?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/115173291956888102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=115173291956888102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/115173291956888102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/115173291956888102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/07/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-114975501606773765</id><published>2006-06-08T13:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T13:23:36.080+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>I guess people would look at together as a relationship between two people but then they would tend to get stuck at that very two people. i think when together is felt, the relationship comes out between any two people with respect to one. this broadens the horizons of the term we so casually term as together... "being together", hand in hand but its essence is lost when we coin it to two particular people. of course its also the word that brings out a smile to every face as that very thought takes us to that special someone whoever he or she might be out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, together speaks about commitment from one person to another. somehow we take this term in such an unruffled manner, that we loose the charm in the whole idea of a commitment and being together. ironical isn't it that what we want the most which brings us total and utter satisfaction and happiness in life is the very thing we take for granted and dont pay two hoots about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114975501606773765?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/114975501606773765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=114975501606773765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114975501606773765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114975501606773765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/06/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-114931803336217549</id><published>2006-06-03T11:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:00:33.376+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Its always good to get the simple pleasures out of things that really fascinate you. For me, watching a helium balloon go up in the sky and vanish before my eyes, eating a gola ganda from dhoragi, sitting by the beach observing people and hearing the calm sea, chatting, movies, dancing, hanging out with friends over a hooka are all small pleasures that we derive everyday. We all look for energies to replenish our days in some way or another whether it be actively or passively. Someone plays the guitar, someone flips thru magazines to find inspirations, some read, some watch passive television, flying a kite, sitting on roof top watching stars, talking endlessly with friends or cared ones, taking out time to find out about another person, entering competitions, taking part in dramas or plays, sports.... something or another. Yet at the same time we indulge in materialistic things as somehow we perceive that our indulgence in them will bring us satisfaction whereas the truth is that we feel the best when someone else passes a genuine smile. I wonder. Are we looking for simple pleasures in life or are we really caught up in this materialistic environment where we do things for the sake of doing things or rather we go out on the road for a careless drive and just drive and drive and driveeeeeeeeeee..... in search of the simple pleasures in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114931803336217549?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/114931803336217549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=114931803336217549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114931803336217549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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replicate'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-114030204331808556</id><published>2006-02-19T03:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T03:34:03.320+05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best illusions i have everrr seen... enjoyyyy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f333/maachus/illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114030204331808556?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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favoriteee movie and its Ultimate favoriteee lineeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f333/maachus/ShawshankRedemption.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114030108736054326?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/114030108736054326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=114030108736054326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114030108736054326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sightttt!!!!'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-114030057102979401</id><published>2006-02-19T03:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T03:54:06.110+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting and Fishingggg.... even though i've never caught a single fish in my entire life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f333/maachus/SnowSimplicity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114030057102979401?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-13936719.post-114030013309414727</id><published>2006-02-19T02:41:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T03:31:56.670+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f333/maachus/6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I was therrreeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114030013309414727?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/114030013309414727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=114030013309414727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114030013309414727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114030013309414727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish_19.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-114002659482759088</id><published>2006-02-15T22:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:03:14.850+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations</title><content type='html'>big word eh... i think so too... do we aspire? i think i do. aspire for what? oh let me guess.... my norm aspirations would include a big house, lots of cars, too much wealth and lounging around. but what does one aspire in reality? is it the material things they are looking for or the attainment of a peace of mind in any which way that it comes your way? i think its the balance that everyone i seeking deep inside... no there is no particular level or measure which would be considered the balance or the middle scale but rather differs from person to person. i think its that "mayana ravi" that each of us looks for even though we are content to the bone. yes we dont show it, yes we might not say it, but i know for sure i definitely feel it. you might turn around and ask me what the hell am i talking about.... but i think im making sense in a very funny way. you know the things, you understand them, you hear them, acknowledge them but when it comes down to putting them to a practical use, we just loose focus and hither and thither from place to place and from person to person in search of the true answer to solve all our problems in life with a blow of a swift wind that passes you by feeling lighter than ever which subconsciously blows away the small little "problem chips" of our shoulders one at a time. we all are in search of that place where the wind blows continually but unfortunately are confronted with traffic of all sorts, internal and external, that just keeps us in that stationary place not allowing us to move forward in any way. i think aspirations are good. no wait... i think aspirations are beautiful. in some funny way i think they are linked to hope. to that Shawshank Redemption would say... "hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. and good things never die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114002659482759088?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/114002659482759088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=114002659482759088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114002659482759088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114002659482759088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/02/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-114002552198468477</id><published>2006-02-15T22:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:45:21.996+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing</title><content type='html'>dont you just hate it when you meet people who can talk to you in marketing jargon and seem all knowledgeable about the stuff that they are talking about and seem the "all well informed" people but in reality if you ask them what the hell they are talking about... its like they cant explain even the simplist of ideas and convey the message across to the other person. how sad is that... i dont ever want to be a person who talks in technical jargon... i guess its just not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-114002552198468477?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/114002552198468477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=114002552198468477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114002552198468477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/114002552198468477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/02/marketing.html' title='Marketing'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113993451548822995</id><published>2006-02-14T21:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:28:35.490+05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever Abstract</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f333/maachus/firstabstract.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah yah i know... it took me a long time and lots of dedication to actually come up with utter and complete nonsense... but i like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113993451548822995?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113993451548822995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113993451548822995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113993451548822995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113993451548822995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-ever-abstract.html' title='First Ever Abstract'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113993430671240123</id><published>2006-02-14T21:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:25:06.713+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f333/maachus/firstsketch.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courteosy of a very boring Financial Management class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113993430671240123?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113993430671240123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113993430671240123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113993430671240123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113993430671240123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-sketch_113993430671240123.html' title='Random Sketch'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113993125097350790</id><published>2006-02-14T20:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:34:10.993+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>its interesting to note that while people generally refer to hobbies as something that one does which he or she likes, it also is a good and i think one of the most amazing venting off techniques that i have observed for some time. they not only have the ability to calm you on the outside but also to soothe you from within and put you in a place never gone before, every time without fail... to a place far far away from this realm into a place where all of one's aspirations of "going to that place where i dont know anyone or anything... to run away in the mind, body and soul and run to that very special place where things are indifferent". how amazing must it be to have a hobby/passion like that that you can acutally indulge in it... but i guess its one of those things that has been nurtured from childhood and somethings even though you want to learn or adapt, becomes very difficult for you to ascertain. haiii.... i wish i had more hobbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113993125097350790?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113993125097350790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113993125097350790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113993125097350790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113993125097350790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/02/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113761634944795085</id><published>2006-01-19T01:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T01:32:29.466+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Block Button</title><content type='html'>i have always heard people talk about a delete button in a human that should be present so that they have the option of deleting anything from memories to people to events to circumstances to truth to faith to values to principles to responsibilities to anything and everything that you can possibly imagine. at first i used to agree and nod my head along with them in accordance to this "wish" but when i now think about it, i think it would be better for us to have a block button. yes i know this might not make sense but i think that block button would do more good than a delete button. block your memories, if you dont want to think about them for some time and get out of the realm of the real world for a minute. something like the msn messenger block user list. i think that sounds more practical than a delete button. at least this should have been present in a human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113761634944795085?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113761634944795085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113761634944795085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113761634944795085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113761634944795085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/01/block-button.html' title='Block Button'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113752756573899328</id><published>2006-01-18T00:48:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:10:17.263+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>its ironical when i stay confused most of the times but yet think that my logic prevails above and beyond anything. i have a strong, confident, happy face for the world ready to solve their problems but when im trying to think for myself, i manage to go in a state of oblivion away from anybody and everything. i think about the bads and the critique it carefully but dont have time to look for the goods or compliment them in any way. how sad is that. i guess my experience has taught me to be a pessimist rather than being an optimist. where do i draw the line and how do i solve my confusion? you ask me, i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113752756573899328?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113752756573899328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113752756573899328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113752756573899328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113752756573899328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113723040804680596</id><published>2006-01-14T14:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:20:08.070+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complacency</title><content type='html'>i would like to imagine a place where im able to get out of my daily routine life, get away from the maddening rush of voices in my head, be able to pacify myself with my worldly endevours, watch a movie in total solitude without any disturbance with a bag of popcorn and a nice chilled glass of pineapple tang, listen to loud music, dance aimlessly without feeling conscious or without having to think up of new moves to impress people or feel good of "figuring out" how the particular move went around, hike on top of a mountain, play the guitar without learning the guitar, drum senselessly on the tabla, eat spicy chaat, have a kabab roll, have a chilled coke can, roam around on the mountains, play and stroke a cat that would allow me to be peaceful at heart and soul, drive aimlessly without the tension of roads of rickshaw drivers on the road, travel around the world, go to africa and go on a safari, experience the thrills of bungee jumping, sky diving, wide water rafting, go on a helicopter ride, do the things i haven't had a chance to do and be at peace in mind, body, soul, spirit to name a few. where should one go and what should he or she do to accomplish something as ridiculous as this. yes these are normal day to day routine lives that are supposed to keep us on our tracks but then again we take all this things as a part of routine life, something that is a must or something that is considered as inconsequential. i think it is these little things and hopes and dreams that actually keep us going towards a goal in life, whether it be in reality or in theory. in my opinion i think we should all count our blessings and try to figure them out, as i know they are there, from perfect working of the body to the family environment that we are surrounded with. it could be worse, it could be tragic. thus try to figure out the small pleasures in life as i think they are the drivers and what actually keeps a person going and going and going..... be complacent, be thankful, be patient, be understanding, be forgiving. i think it is these that actually mould the character of a person rather than how much money he or she has or what kind of a car he or she drives. so try to find the little pleasures in life that will keep your motivation on a roll and keep you going and going and going in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113723040804680596?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113723040804680596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113723040804680596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113723040804680596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113723040804680596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/01/complacency.html' title='Complacency'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113722928881939060</id><published>2006-01-14T13:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:01:28.833+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ifs and Buts</title><content type='html'>if this, then that. we do this, then we will be able to accomplish that. if not this way then it wont happen. ok now that we have that covered, and the ifs part of the scenerio at hand is solved, there comes a but in the situation. the irony of it is that it comes before you know it and that poses a problem greater than that of the initial problem statement. i like to be in a situation at hand which is of "importance" (i.e. in the minds of the perceiver) and not have to consider the ifs and buts in the whole issue at hand. for once i would like to be confounded to zero or one option that would allow me to make a choice among the current variables in such a manner that i have to think the least, dwell over it on a small scale, ponder on it for exactly a minute, not have to confer with my "buddies", ask for outside opinion or go in solitude when faced with a mind boggling problem. there should be a book of answers with explainations and exact logical thinking that would guide us to the righ tpath. one should just be able to pick it up and read it, follow it and then apply it to the fullest possible limit to get the most out of it and that should be it. "but" alas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113722928881939060?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113722928881939060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113722928881939060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113722928881939060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113722928881939060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/01/ifs-and-buts.html' title='Ifs and Buts'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113716234816400490</id><published>2006-01-13T19:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:25:48.186+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>why is it that it is the most difficult to be truthful to the ones we care about and the most easiest to the people who dont matter to us? i think it should be the other way around. i know it wont make the most sense or will it follow the general norms of logic, but life would definitely be so much more easier if that were the case. i try to be truthful but at all times or most of it for that matter and it comes out in the wrong way which when understood might create relationships or destroy them depending on the nature of the topic at hand. this thought alone is a killer and thus i think most of us are hesitant in being truthful. i think if both parties were to understand the nature of the topic and then realize and think from both points of views, one might just be able to get out of all the chaos created in the mind of the teller and would work for the sanity of the relationship. i dont know. speaking aloud i guess. or speaking out. u pick!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113716234816400490?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113716234816400490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113716234816400490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113716234816400490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113716234816400490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/01/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113688090080208120</id><published>2006-01-10T13:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:15:00.813+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>ooooo... aren't we all familiar with that word. the cause of the word that causes the most stress in our lives even though we know that it should be a walk in the park knowing that everything and anything is the way you want it and wanted by the other person. its a bitch if you ask me. our expectations just lead us to things and circumstances that are beyond our control and when not met we tend to get upset, have quarrels, have our foundations of our relationships shaken over them. kya kareen. such is life. we want so much and we give so much, but the sad irony is that everybody forgets the time when its time to payback. you tend to give people what they want and be there for them at the time of need and they work in their own little "logical" frame of mind, but when the tables turn, they raise fingers and the question the very notion of our way of thinking and doing things. why? why do we not stop and think and reflect on our actions and words from time to time and analyze it the other way around. why does it always have to be us who have to make the ultimate sacrifice of pleasing people around us. when i came back from states, i was a different person cause that had changed me as a person and my thought process, the way thigns should be done in a "normal" way was learnt. after coming back i tried to apply those things here but unfortunately nobody has the time or the energy to be patient and understand the trail of thought from which the action is being generated. how unfortunate is that. you give so much and you get soo little. and then we blame and point to people for being indifferent, thinking about themselves, not caring, being inconsiderate and blah blah blah. when i get angry i have to calm myself down but when someone else gets angry i have to calm them too. what an irony.... oh well. now its time to say do whateva, think whateva, act whatevaa, not going to be bothered by it. have had enough of it already. so if you want to hold onto those expectations, be my guest but dont expect others to abide to them. it wont happen. ideally it should, but practically it wont. you have been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113688090080208120?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113688090080208120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113688090080208120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113688090080208120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113688090080208120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/01/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113628003110846013</id><published>2006-01-03T14:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:20:31.130+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Individuality</title><content type='html'>the funny thing is that everywhere you turn and you hear people striving and fighting for individuality in their own little worlds. thats the irony of it all. we strive for one thing and are faced with another in our daily and practical lives. rather ironical if you ask me. "there is no I in team, we are a team, united we stand and divided we fall, all can accomplish more than a single person" are some of the many phrases that we hear continually on a daily basis but when it comes down to the actual time, its all about the I mentality. thats a shame. nobody wants to be a team player. everybody wants to be a leader, thats the problem the society faces on a continual basis, on a daily basis, on an every moment basis. my team member is eager and ever ready to jump on my back and get across the wall but when it comes time for them to help me, they leave me stranded. then we blame society that its their fault and why we are faced with most assholes around us that do not give us our due credit. its a shame. why do the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, why is it that the person with the best gpa will be picked immediately no matter what their skill level is and the person who has a low gpa not get picked at all, why is that a team member of a sports club will get picked faster if he is vocal or adamont about his or her position while the person who is the most complacement and with the most team spirit always left out. why do we strive to be what we aren't? why dont we look in our own little pockets and pick out our best qualities. does being street smart not have anything to do anymore? does it not affect who we are and how it has moulded each and every one of us. what a shame it is.... i guess its true that its the time for you to move ahead and dont wait up for anybody. everybody is in a hurry to get going that they dont stop and think or even pause to realize that they might actually be stepping on someone in the lower order to get ahead while causing them pain. is getting ahead and the freedom for individuality soo desired that it breaks all the barriers of the society and the norms and the values that have been ingrained in our puny little minds that its a concept and idea not even worth stopping on.... hmmmm... i wonder.... do i want to be an individual or do i want to play in the team? MBA teaches us team, culture teaches us individuality... what to choose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113628003110846013?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113628003110846013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113628003110846013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113628003110846013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113628003110846013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2006/01/individuality.html' title='Individuality'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-113069707583984456</id><published>2005-10-30T23:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:31:15.850+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runningg~~~</title><content type='html'>run like the wind machus. run. you run and you thither but dont know where. you want to be social or you want to be a "good boy". you want to pursue your happiness or you want to be accepting to the surroundings. is it not ironical when sometimes you feel that you have lost all control of your life and you see yourself on an island with few resources. you see them, you know you can do a lot to get off it. but dont know how to. your creative mind fails you, your potential leaves you, your ambitions go with the tides, your patience go down the drain and you just get more and more frustrated by the day. what do you do when you find yourself in a situation where you know what is right and what you want to do but is not acceptable by the norm. what do you do? ones logic might acutally ask you to listen to your inner wants and inner feelings and try to satisfy them to the best possible. is it really possible? can one really do the things they have in mind or is it just a myth? i have a couple of ambitions. real or arbitaray dont know. dont know where to draw the line. where to go and what lead to pick? who to battle and who to subdue to? what do i do? you face these ambitions and have a theory from day one but you find it ever so hard to fit it into your normal daily routine that its not even funny. you want to do soo much and want to accomplish soo much. but with the negativity that surrounds you, the busy schedules and the ever so diminishing amount of patience, that you really dont feel like getting up and doing anything about it. it doesn't matter if that takes like 5 minutes of your daily routine. you find yourself asking the question what good is that gonna do. im not gonna pursue this after maybe a week. so why bother. thus those ambitions remain a part of us. deep down inside we feel a shrinking feeling. its like you grow frustrated, loose patience, loose sight of what you actually set out to do. my mind is a complete blank right now. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113069707583984456?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113069707583984456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113069707583984456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113069707583984456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113069707583984456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/10/runningg.html' title='Runningg~~~'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13936719.post-113008151728254757</id><published>2005-10-23T20:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:51:38.166+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dual Lives</title><content type='html'>yah yah i know. dont nod your head. another one of those things that you think im gonna rattle around like crazy. but think about it. do we live dual lives or do we lead one honest straight forward lives? Do we meet people who lead dual lives or is it just a sujbect that we read in the psychology books? i dont think there is anybody out there who is really sure on how to answer either question as a matter of principle. even if you are thinking that you are frank, honest, to the point and not hide or lie about anything, sub-consciously you do. there is nothing wrong with it. its just a human nature. i wonder how you can actually try to remedy that and lead one honest straight forward life. i know you want to lead dual lives, but from the people who we love or care about, i dont think its fair to them that we actually hide the our true inner selves. yes we want to tell them, but cant find the words. yes we want to share the world with them, but want to keep some things to ourselves. yes we want to give them all that they deserve and more, but feel like holding onto things from time to time. i want everyone to know my life, but at the same time i dont want to feel naked in my thoughts. i want them to share every moment of my life especially with the closest friends, but dont want them to judge me for what i do. why does everyone forget that what one does, does not reflect their personality but maybe a cause of their ability to jump into things and maybe regret it later. i am a smoker for those who dont know. but i dont want to be judged as one of those "bad boys that parents wnat to keep their kids away from" but cant change their thoughts or their attitudes. one might think and feel comfortable with the idea of leading dual lives... but can you justify it? i cant. if you can, then tell me and i will try to adopt. myabe it will give me that happier place that im looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-113008151728254757?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/113008151728254757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=113008151728254757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113008151728254757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/113008151728254757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/10/dual-lives.html' title='Dual Lives'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-112975065127749830</id><published>2005-10-19T23:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:49:59.770+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logiccc</title><content type='html'>my logic, your logic, their logic, philosophers logic, whose logic, what logic, why logic.... haiiii logic... thats the story of our lives that we face everyday. everyone thinks their logic is the best. everyone has a set of ideas that they are willing to die for, to fight to the end to prove their point from THEIR perspective.... nothing more nothing less. why is it so hard for us to freaking listen to the one standing next to us at all times with an open ear and be ready for change? is it really that hard? or difficult for that matter? i think not. then why stop. it would be soo much easier if you just hear people out. yes we hear them, but during the part of the conversation we get stuck on a point that we think is right and forget that the other person is talking. WHY???? pagal ho kya??? is that person talking for no reason.... maybe he/she has a point. why not listen and then think over it at least. they wasting their time away to actually get their thought across to you. do you now care enuf to even listen to them or think the way they thinking or try to see the light from their point of view? if not why? our logic creates a shell around us and forces us to stay in it for the longest time possible. it prevents us from the outside exposure, the outside contact and for new information to come in. its like knowledge. the more you know the better it is for you as a person. logic follows the same pattern. if you know more, you can be more logical with proofs and validations that can support your logic. but if we are too stubborn as to not even listen to it or listen to it with a shut ear, how the hell is new information actually gonna come in.... osmosis.... yah right..... so let the flow of information in and open up. dont be afraid of change. change for the better is a good change... we all need change. we all change. its just how we change that matters and makes a difference for us and the people who we care for. so change and make that feeling of warmth be felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-112975065127749830?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/112975065127749830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=112975065127749830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112975065127749830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112975065127749830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/10/logiccc.html' title='Logiccc'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-112974645335227684</id><published>2005-10-19T22:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:52:57.056+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of No~!!!</title><content type='html'>hello... NO.... are you... No.... will you.... NO..... Please..... No.... i wonder what it takes people to actually turn around and give a yes in the first time around. why is it the desi mentality to say no to every god damn thing on the face of this earth. why does everyone turn around and say no to the one standing next to them. why cant it be a yes and thank you very much and lets get our lives moving... why does it always have to be so damn harrrrdddd and a process in itself to actually make an effort to go out and convince the person and literally beg them to say yes to anything.... .i wonder. i just wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-112974645335227684?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/112974645335227684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=112974645335227684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112974645335227684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112974645335227684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/10/theory-of-no.html' title='Theory of No~!!!'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-112966604830433343</id><published>2005-10-19T00:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:07:28.313+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do and What not to do..... Haiiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>Inspired by the Indian movie, Rangeela, obviously translated in english, plays a vital role in my life and im not wrong plays an important part of everyone of our lives in all aspects. To me its always been the english translation. Dont know why but acts out as a bigger part of a picture that we as individuals seldom realize. I am confronted with this notion every freaking minute of my life. What do to, where to go, who to meet, who to ignore, how to do it, when to smile, who's life to touch and make them smile, who will it matter too are some of the many many random questions that i have formulated in my tiny brain which I myself dont realize as off yet. Yes you may say that I have all the time on my hands to actually think about these things or too much "farigh" time to actually have thought about it. I have realized that the most beautiful of all things made, constructed in a virtual sense, blessed to mankind, a present to all, a life saver, a mood swinger, an act of charity, a friendship "hug", a comfortble feeling, a sense of being, enlightenment, an act of grace is nothing but a pure and genuine smile. yes you heard me right. its a SMILE. :) this alone and nothing alone has the bestest of effects on one and all. to the extent animals also know the importance of smiles. so why do we humans hesitate to smile and make and touch the lives of people around us. all it needs is 17 muscles which is far more easier a task to achieve than 42 muscles for a frown. so why not smile. this is the best thing i have learnt from my experience in States. Every tom dick and harry, old, young, girl, guy, businessman, sales representative, a stranger on the bus, walking away used to pass it to one another. even when i was having the worst of my days in school, no money issues or family problems, i used to go in a world away from this world for that very minute of a second and the feeling of me being on top of the world never challenged me in anyway. i felt good, vibrant with new energy to "conquer the world", take things at their own pace, one at a time and tackle them in all its simplicity just like a smile. trust me on this one. its the most beutiful feeling of it all when someone passes a smile to you and makes you feel special, even if it comes from a stranger. so take out more time from your everyday busy lives and smile more often..... works wonders both ways.... open your heart and make the effort to smile... its easy, less work than a frown and a good and inexpensive way to improve your looks.... so Smileeeeeeeeeeeeee :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-112966604830433343?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/112966604830433343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=112966604830433343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112966604830433343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112966604830433343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-to-do-and-what-not-to-do.html' title='What to do and What not to do..... Haiiiiiiiii'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-112922836137226540</id><published>2005-10-13T23:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:32:41.380+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawns or Kings???</title><content type='html'>hmmm. choose. i dare you choose one. but think about it before you acutally go ahead and choose. analyze your life, your surroundings, your work, people, friends, acquaintances, family, ethics, road to success and blah blah blah. yes i know. i always come up with the strangest notions dont i? but what can i say. i only say the things that come naturally to me. who wouldn't. dont you? we pawns or kings??? mom tells us do this... yes ma'am, boss tells us do this... yes sir, hubby tells us do this... jee meray aaka. where should we go? you want to run away with me? me too. but where. how? when? where? why? running away will solve our problems. no? if not then what will. oh yah now you switching your point of view to being a king. ok. let me put it to you this way. what in today's world or everyday world that you do actually gives you the right to choose your destiny? i tell you nothing. we live our lives by the culture, the norms, the family expectations, the friends circle, cant make friends with this person... why not... cause they dont want to. but alas. you want something. it never goes your way. what exactly are we to do? there are rules and regulations for every damn thing in this world. even a table assembly comes with an instruction book. yes there is. why dont we follow it. not the way we want it to be? why are all the good things in life so damn hard to get and achieve? i want to be a creative designer.... im stuck doing mba. what to do? how do i get the knowledge i want and indulge in something that i want to do which i think i might be good at. yes yes i know lots of stupid and idiotic things all at once in one blog. but thats the way i am. all confused with no direction. why does all the good things have to wait... and we have to be patient about them? i want them now.... why cant i have them now. its easy to go get a freaking chocolate from teh store... why cant i get the things i want right now. why do i have to wait in line like everybody else does. i want the things now... yes im whining. why shouldn't i whine. again i ask... pawns or kings... hmmmm.... i wonder.... i think we are at a level below the pawns... we are expendable. no security in whatsoever field of life. but alas. you might tell me to wait. yes yes i will wait. what the hell else do i have to do but wait and kill time. oh well... back to the same shit different day syndrome. everyone wants to get out of their current fields.... all those who i know. why isn't anyone doing anything about it. im stuck .... are you? really? sure?? oh well... if thats the way you like it... be it be that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-112922836137226540?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/112922836137226540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=112922836137226540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112922836137226540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112922836137226540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/10/pawns-or-kings.html' title='Pawns or Kings???'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-112823158811683924</id><published>2005-10-02T10:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:39:48.123+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>Imagine yourself in a plastic bag covered all over you. You can move unlike a coffin but restricted beyond imagination. I can mould it, I can move, but the feeling of freedom is a dream from the ancient times. Convoluted thinking? I think not. We are all stuck in a land or a “place” in our own little plastic bags. Me, I feel the bag caving in each day, making the world around me shrink, taking the breathe out of me each time I breathe, polluting the very air with the mist of pessimism that surrounds me. Everywhere I look, I see a strange sight, strange people – all looking at me with a question in their eyes. “Where are U going? You can’t do it? You don’t have the capability to do it? How can U do it? You are 27 but I want to treat you like a 13 year old. I want to find new ways – new ways to see things. That in it self is an optimistic approach. I am studying marketing in a leading school. Someone once asked me to market myself to them – forget degree, disregard prior experience – just market yourself. Hmmm. I thought about it. I couldn’t answer. I know myself the best. Not my best friend, mom, dad or brother. Me, just me. Then why can I not sell myself? When asked to tell about my bad habits, I spurt out in a second. Huh!!! Human nature? Bullshit. Pessimistic Approach – HELL YAA!! From childhood we have been wrongly trained to see the worse. When I failed a class in my early schooling, I was corrected and told off and had to go give reasons for my failing a particular exam. It did not matter if I had A’s in the rest of the exams, the failing course was the predominant aspect of the conversation. I want to break free. Now I do not care where I go or how far I drop in my life, I just want to have an optimistic approach, how to spark the process that would allow me to break free of the things that surround me. I want to restart. I wish there was a restart button built in humans that would clear everything and allow us to start again. Good memories and things you value should remain while others can be deleted. I think that would provide a good way to escape, how harmful and how constructive the process would be, I do not know. I would definitely want to indulge in it. A thing that I want to break free. Please someone break the plastic bag for me or at least provide me a way to do it. And please DON’T tell me I can’t do it. I have not failed. I have just found 10,000 different ways that do not work. So bear me a little longer of Fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-112823158811683924?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/112823158811683924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=112823158811683924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112823158811683924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112823158811683924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-112532710453462163</id><published>2005-08-29T19:40:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:23:44.316+05:00</updated><title type='text'>All or Nothing</title><content type='html'>Everybody and everything is not a clear black and white scenerio. However, we tend to divide ourselves in our thinking philosophy. This is the time when we choose either the All or Nothing rule or the path of the "middle road". What the hell am I talking about "middle road"? What is All or Nothing? We as humans tend to think and try to limit our options to a yes or no scenerio. That is why we are most excited to a True/False type of questionnaires or exams and at the same time hesitate beyond imagination when posed with a lot of different solutions to solving our problems. Man is a thinking animal but at the same time likes to live in a world of dreams, a world full of aspirations not taking into consideration whether attainable or not. Why? Why is man not happy with what they have or what they are getting on a silver platter? We want more and dream of more. This makes me come back to my prior point. Why do some couples go for the All or Nothing syndrome while others go for the middle road of staying friends after a break up? Is one of them better than the other? Who is right in what they are doing? Is it a philosophy, is it a correct way to make that particular decision according to some guide lines? What is it that makes people choose a particular path? How can one person love someone and not talk or refuse to see their face after a breakup? Is it easier on mind, body and soul? You don't want to go back into that syndrome? Which syndrome you ask? You know well enough what the hell I'm talking about. You thinking from mind, heart or soul? Which should dominate in what scenerio? What are you trying to attain? Whats your goal? Whats your objective? What is your aim? What are you willing to give up and take for yourself? Are you the all or nothing or middle road? What makes you happy? Think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courteosy of --&lt;br /&gt;Boring Saturday Human Resources class waiting for weekend to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-112532710453462163?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/112532710453462163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=112532710453462163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112532710453462163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/112532710453462163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or Nothing'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13936719.post-111986352538893986</id><published>2005-06-27T14:07:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:12:05.390+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeta Hoa Zamana</title><content type='html'>Beeta hoa zamana kyon yaad aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Kuch khushian kuch ghum lai aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Badn mai sukoon sa aalam hojata hai&lt;br /&gt;Muskarahat aajati hai jab bachpan yaad aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh yaadein shakal pai noor lai aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Jin kai saharay hum nai apni zindagi basai hai&lt;br /&gt;Inhi yaadoon kai saharay hi hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo humain ghum sai dur lai jati hai&lt;br /&gt;Lekin zindagi humain us moor par lai aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Jin kai saath humari muskarahat chali jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;Ansoo in waqtoon pai lai aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Afsurda sa ik mahaul bana jati hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-111986352538893986?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/111986352538893986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=111986352538893986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111986352538893986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111986352538893986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/06/beeta-hoa-zamana.html' title='Beeta Hoa Zamana'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-111986314502984818</id><published>2005-06-27T14:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:05:45.033+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaad</title><content type='html'>Jab bhi teri yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Shakal pay meray muskarahat lay aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab soochta hoon woh guzray hoay din&lt;br /&gt;Main chup chup sa ho jata hoon&lt;br /&gt;Kal kai woh din gaiyay hain kahan&lt;br /&gt;Jab teri aahat dil mai samajati thi&lt;br /&gt;Kyon juda hoay thay tum&lt;br /&gt;Kyon dur hoay thay hum&lt;br /&gt;Kya gilay thay tum ko hum sai&lt;br /&gt;Kya shikway thay hum ko tum sai&lt;br /&gt;Teri bholi si woh muskaan&lt;br /&gt;Kyon baar baar teri yaad dilati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tumharay kiyay hoay woh waaday&lt;br /&gt;Tumharay diyay hoay woh tohfay&lt;br /&gt;Har baar teri yaad dilati hai&lt;br /&gt;Aur chehray par noor sa lai aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab bhi teri yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Shakal pay meray muskarahat lai aati hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-111986314502984818?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/111986314502984818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=111986314502984818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111986314502984818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111986314502984818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/06/yaad.html' title='Yaad'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-111965564033517015</id><published>2005-06-25T04:13:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T04:27:20.343+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are U doing?</title><content type='html'>All of us from time to time are faced with the critical decision of keeping our heads down and continue with our current struggles. We all do it, some willing and some unwilling. In the process, we loose out on our interests, our goals, our ambitions, our livessss!!! What to do is our question we find asking ourselves. Do we make an effort? Do we seriously? Why are we so hesitant to ask questions? Why are we so uncertain about making the leap forward and jumping into the new lives that is stored for us. No, I'm not saying that you should just follow what the plan is laid out for us but rather question the motive. We tend to live in a false world where we think that everybody is there for us and at all times. This not only raises the expectations of people but also puts them us in a scenerio which is bound to come back and haunt us. A lost feeling then creeps in and takes us into a world where we want to be left alone. Most of us would tend to think that its a state of depression but rather in my humble opinion, I think its a world of ambiguity, a world of people who only care about themselves. No one has time for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to just get on with their lives. Is that the way we really want to live out our lives? Just live out the days and wait for the weekend to party and go mad? Is that the little joys that are left for us out of all the other things in this world? When was the last time you did something that really made you happy and not did something to go with the norm. We all suffer from a feeling of not knowing whether to be truly happy or truly right? The battle continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-111965564033517015?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/111965564033517015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=111965564033517015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111965564033517015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111965564033517015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-are-u-doing.html' title='What are U doing?'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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-13936719.post-111965408644369297</id><published>2005-06-25T03:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T04:01:26.446+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You???</title><content type='html'>What will you choose when the time comes: freedom, faith, wealth, happiness, help, girls, booze, doda, metha, chai? What do you want your last words to be? Do you smile often? Do you lend out a helping hand from time to time? Do you open the door for someone? Do you loose your temper often? Why? Do you abuse? Cool? Do you stop at times and reflect? Do you learn from your mistakes? Are you a good child? Do you show patience? Where are you going to be in 5 years? Here??? There??? Where??? How??? Whats your aim in life? What are your hobbies? If you like em why dont you do em? Do you listen? Do you judge? Do you assume? Do you, Do you, Do you????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13936719-111965408644369297?l=maachus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/feeds/111965408644369297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13936719&amp;postID=111965408644369297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111965408644369297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13936719/posts/default/111965408644369297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maachus.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-you.html' title='Do You???'/><author><name>machus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688895358896274433</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></feed>
