<?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-20168852</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:13:44.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tath tvam asi</title><subtitle type='html'>Random musings on nature of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-114502277819108386</id><published>2006-04-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T07:37:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paritrana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Every country is born out of certain ideals. India is defined by its constitution to be a sovereign, socialist, secular democratic republic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To sustain progress, any civilization needs to continuously evolve. Such is the case with India as well, many events good and bad has shaped India over the years, and continue to do so. Some of these events announce itself with a bang while others go unnoticed until the repercussions are felt wide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Come May, we will witness an event of the latter kind. Many a time, Indians have found themselves falling into the trap of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;analysis paralysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Come May, we will witness real action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On that fateful morning, when you step down the door and walk the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you won't hear trumpets blowing, nor will you see confetti in the air but trust me when I say, the glory will be felt in the heart. For on that day, some of us would have sown the first seeds of total revolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Come May, the quest for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete relief shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;A Nation's Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.W.  Emerson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What makes a nation's pillars high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's foundations strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What makes it mighty to defy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The foes that round it throng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go down in battle shock;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not on abiding rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it the sword? Ask the red dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of empires passed away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The blood has turned their stones to rust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their glory to decay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Has seemed to nations sweet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But God has struck its luster down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In ashes at his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not gold but only men can make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A people great and strong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Men who for truth and honor's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stand fast and suffer long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brave men who work while others sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who dare while others fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They build a nation's pillars deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And lift them to the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-114502277819108386?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114502277819108386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114502277819108386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2006/04/paritrana.html' title='Paritrana'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-114404005873075797</id><published>2006-04-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:57:27.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It is a strange feeling when you come to know something which you never thought about before and once you heard it, you can't stop thinking about it. I am talking about that metaphysical and elusive place called "home". Home is something I take for granted. I was not the odd one out in my neighbourhood. Come to think of it, there was no odd one, everyone had same cultural background and these early years of my life conditioned my mind to believe there is no identity problem out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say ignorance is bliss, though in this case I choose to think otherwise. Living in America has exposed me with all sorts of issues in these lines and I am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very sensitive issue and I write this with all due respect.&lt;br /&gt;One evening a bunch of my friends and I were hanging out and amidst the chaos a question popped, Where do you come from? The following minute felt like eternity. The absence of noise in the air couldn't remain unnoticed and I turned my head over to see my friend. I was curious, I wanted to ask what's the matter, but I kept the question to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Let me not tell you what happened next,but here is a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1: Jenny was born in China where the government has put down a guideline along the lines of one family,one child. This forces her parents to give her away for adoption when she is four years old.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: A couple in America has no children, they want to adopt but are afraid of the scenario where the biological parents may show up in future. So they decide to adopt from Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: Jenny is ten years old, she is living in upstate New York. She is hanging out with her friends and her friend asks, Where do you come from? Jenny is silent, she is feeling weak,the smile on her face evident until a minute back is taken over by drops of tears.&lt;br /&gt;She writes in her diary the following night,&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, Susan asked me today where did I come from? I am American, my home is America. Why should she ask me? Why am I not looking like Susan?&lt;br /&gt;She tells me I have different hair,eyes and I look different. Why am I not looking like Susan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hollow as it may seem, many of us take such things for granted. For long I did, not anymore. Hopefully, we will teach our children that people may look different,but there are more things that unite us than divide. We will let our children know why they look different from each other but still they are the same.&lt;br /&gt;For starters, let's acknowledge that identity is something we should imbibe in our kids early and we shall give them the right reasons&lt;br /&gt;to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So in future when Susan is 20 years old, she doesn't ask the same question or worse tell Jenny this is not your country. And that will be the key to solving many of our problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-114404005873075797?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114404005873075797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114404005873075797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-114291390487421494</id><published>2006-03-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:12:48.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing is believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A friend once told me, "sometimes even a small thing like the map of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; the world one uses can say a lot about someone. "  I asked her what on earth are you talking about? She said, let's play a game and that's how it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She:  What is the size of Greenland?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Are you trying to be Amitabh Bachchan, I don't want to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; KBC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Come on, give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: I don't know, I can google it and let you know (laughing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: How brilliant, OK tell me, what is the size of China?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: You won't give up huh? Hmm, I know it's bigger than Greenland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Yeah, you know by how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Why don't you tell me,  Ms.Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-it-all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Aha, whatever. Ok so China is 4 times larger than Greenland. Do you know how big is Africa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Yeah, it's pretty big, afterall Sahara is there right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Oh, so you do know that atleast! You know, Africa c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ould hold the land occupied by China, India, Europe, Argentina, New Zealand an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;d the USA and there will be still room left! In other words, it's about 14 times larger than Greenland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Wow, that is a nice way to put it, one can imagine how big that is. But tell me again, why are we having this conversation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Wait, you will soon know. So now we know that China is 4 times as big as Greenlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;d and Africa is 14 times larger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now, let's have a look at a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/177/2007/1600/worldMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/177/2007/320/worldMap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(We both look at the map. I am silent for a few minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Did you notice something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Yeah, it never occured to me before. Greenland looks more or less same as China and Africa is only slightly bigger. Hey, this map has got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    all size proportions totally wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Nice, it didn't occur to you before huh? I mean you knew Greenl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and was not as big as China and Africa is bigger than all these but still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;     you never wondered if this map was wrong before, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Yeah, guess you are right. I never saw it this way before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: That's what I said a few minutes before, it tells a lot about you. Some people say, the map is the way it is because it was convenient, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;     psychologically, during the eras of colonialism, when Europe was the central power. This kind of projection helped portray Europe at the center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;     and look much larger than it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Phew, so much for that explanation. You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;saying there was a conspiracy and even now people don't want to change the map and make it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She: Yeah, afterall almost all of us are conditioned to seeing this "view" of our world. We are not yet ready for the truth may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Let me show you how the world really should be mapped where the relative sizes are correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/177/2007/1600/PetersOutline1240h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/177/2007/320/PetersOutline1240h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Yeah you are right, the inertia of habit is indeed a powerful force. Let me go google this, I need to know the truth, it's out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-114291390487421494?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114291390487421494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114291390487421494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2006/03/seeing-is-believing.html' title='Seeing is believing'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-114265146659441886</id><published>2006-03-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:26:09.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size doesn't matter</title><content type='html'>There is a story about a boy and a star fish. It was low tide season and many star  fishes were stuck in the shore. A boy kept picking one at a time and throw it to the sea. A man who has been watching the boy for a while, comes up to him and says, "Son, it doesn't matter. You can't save them all, there are so many of them." To which the boy replied, "It does matter. It mattered to the one I just saved. That's good enough and I shall keep doing that till I can."&lt;br /&gt;This is a story we must remember every day in our lives, before we start sulking at our inability to improve the country, the government, the lives of near and dear. We all have the ability to make changes albeit small, nevertheless they are as important as the massive tides of change we wish to bring upon. This is our call, we can make a difference, our work at the grass root level is important .&lt;br /&gt;Life is not fair and not all are blessed with good fortune. Let's remember that, and let's take pride and pleasure in getting a chance to do something for the rest of us. Finance an underpriveleged kid's education, teach vocational skills to young students in your local college, do your own thing. &lt;br /&gt;Always remember, size doesn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-114265146659441886?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114265146659441886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114265146659441886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2006/03/size-doesnt-matter.html' title='Size doesn&apos;t matter'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-114239048013612528</id><published>2006-03-14T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:41:20.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The philosophy of Yatras</title><content type='html'>I wonder, it's not even a few days since India experienced another terrorist attack and all that our political leaders can think about now is to how to cash on it. These politicians are in a frenzy to visit the place, issue statements and organize yatras. It just underlines the fact that perception is reality. You don't need to "be" good,  you just need to appear that way.&lt;br /&gt;The media, by and large behave irresponsibly in these circumstances. Air time is devoted to such events indirectly giving it the importance it's not entitled to.&lt;br /&gt;But then come to think of it, the media is promoting such things only because people devote time to know about them.  So where does the buck stop?&lt;br /&gt;Rousseau believed in the innate goodness of people and had written, "there is no original perversity in the human heart. " He must be turning in his grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-114239048013612528?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114239048013612528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/114239048013612528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2006/03/philosophy-of-yatras.html' title='The philosophy of Yatras'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113830868378962153</id><published>2006-01-26T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:51:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds of communalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was never good with dates, and may be that is the reason why I hated learning history in school and thought there is no point reading about what happened in the past. But times have changed and I have come to the belief that to understand the present we need to first understand what happened in the past.  Many who follow India's political scenario would wonder how religion got mixed into politics. I decided to look in the past and I read about this exhange of letters in 1937 between Nehru and Jinnah.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't dare to single out this incident but somehow I have this feeling that this was the beginning of the end for the concept of India, which many leaders of the freedom struggle had envisioned, which gave them strength, hope and happiness and sadly which never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;In July 1937, Jinnah issued a statement (in the context of Congress's mass contact policy with Muslims), "There is plenty of scope for Nehru to improve his own people, the Hindus."&lt;br /&gt;Nehru replied, "Not being religiously or communally inclined, I venture to think of my people as the Indian people as a whole."&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113830868378962153?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113830868378962153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113830868378962153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2006/01/seeds-of-communalism.html' title='Seeds of communalism'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113625622253573724</id><published>2006-01-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:43:42.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quota System: The Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quota system was the need of the hour, say 50 years ago.  India, was a very divided society, access to education, job, and other primary needs were in the hands of a select few. It was a right thing to bring in quota in to these realms, to make sure the vast number of unfortunate people were given due right to these amenities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But today, that decision has gone sour. Now quota system promoters are not leaders with far reaching vision, but mere politicians who can't see beyond the vote banks of their constituency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Come new year, we are invited with two recommendations, that are going to have wide repercussions, good or bad time will tell (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I hope against hope that it turns out well, or even better the recommendations don't become laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am talking about the encroachment of quotas into India Inc and the IITs. We all know India need more than a few IITs, there are so many brilliant students out there. I was more than a happy news to hear about the increase of seats, but all hope was lost when I read about them devoted to new quotas and not general admissions (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wish sense prevails and they give some seats for general as well). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Like this was not enough, came another blow. Quotas in the India inc. Now, give me one reason how this would be beneficial. I am all for affirmative action, but I am against giving priority to caste/background than capability. It's a sad state of affairs when our so-called leaders don't get this fact. Performance can't be compromised. Capability is the yard stick. If you are competent, you will be rewarded regardless of where you come from. Isn't this straight enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am aware of the issues of those unfortunate people, who never got their due. But this is not the solution, ask the industry to help those needy, give them loans for education. If they prove themselves, they will get job, thanks to the economy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Don't make people complacent, don't kill competency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113625622253573724?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113625622253573724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113625622253573724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2006/01/quota-system-menace.html' title='Quota System: The Menace'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113583627882257154</id><published>2005-12-28T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:04:38.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did we mess it up so badly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;They say, it strikes you when it happens to you. Till then, it's just another piece of news. I am referring to the despicable notion of violence against humans aka terrorism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yesterday it was WTC, today it is IISc, tomorrow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't preach as I myself considered violence against humans as just another story; happening in another part of the world. Today it is very much part of my reality and now I can see and feel what I couldn't earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I see people, I don't see ideologies. I see fear, I don't see hatred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We are people who want to live and let live. Now we are just pawns in some darn game of one upmanship played by governments and their covert agencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We are paying for all the mistakes different governments made over the past few decades. Selfish politicians seeking welfare of their own and not giving a damn about the country, normal people succumbing to bad ideologies, and sinisters who just exploit the situation for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh god, who are to blame? How can we improve the mess? Where do we start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113583627882257154?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113583627882257154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113583627882257154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-did-we-mess-it-up-so-badly.html' title='How did we mess it up so badly?'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113556781125813196</id><published>2005-12-25T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:31:13.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life will find a way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You march on the path of life, like nomads searching for the next stop of opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You don't have time to look back, you don't want to reflect, you are not interested in the roots, the only direction you focus is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But don't be fooled, life will find a way, it will pause you for a moment when you least expect it, it will catch you unawares and will look straight into you eyes and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where are you heading, you little fellow? What is it that you are trying to achieve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Are you giving back as much as you want to take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Life will find a way, now the ball is in your court...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113556781125813196?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113556781125813196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113556781125813196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-will-find-way.html' title='Life will find a way'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113556354009582424</id><published>2005-12-25T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:19:00.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretch your limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have read this a million times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;heared this often spoken, and said this myself. Limits, as we all would soon discover, are set by one's abilities, talents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;circumstances, resources and personal beliefs. The eternal search and desire to do more, want more, aim for more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hope for more, crave for more, achieve more motivates us to press ourselves harder. Imagine yourself in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;grueling race with Mr. Opportunity on life's track ...running determinedly to the finish line with your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dropping to the ground, eyes popping out, and your limbs feeling like torn out from its sockets. You extend yourself..stretch yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Coming out from all that as a winner or loser is another story. What matters at this point is when you look back ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;finding out who you were and who you are now after the race. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-discovery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;limits. Knowing what you can do or what you can't do. ..and learning how much more you can do. Stretching your limits takes you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that point of self-knowledge. That is where real power is found. That is the whole point of the exercise. Stretech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;your limits -- discover your fullest potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113556354009582424?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113556354009582424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113556354009582424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2005/12/stretch-your-limits_113556354009582424.html' title='Stretch your limits'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113549287842047853</id><published>2005-12-24T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:42:29.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tath tvam asi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;For the curious, here is a link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.ibiblio.org/sripedia/cgi-bin/kbase/Tat_Tvam_Asi#Tat_Tvam_Asi_That_Thou_art"&gt;http://www.ibiblio.org/sripedia/cgi-bin/kbase/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.ibiblio.org/sripedia/cgi-bin/kbase/Tat_Tvam_Asi#Tat_Tvam_Asi_That_Thou_art"&gt;Tat_Tvam_Asi#Tat_Tvam_Asi_That_Thou_art &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113549287842047853?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549287842047853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549287842047853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2005/12/tath-tvam-asi.html' title='Tath tvam asi'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113549236772374828</id><published>2005-12-24T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:32:47.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Nice and cool weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;kids playing in the front garden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;every one smiling and joking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Manhattan sky line in the horizon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;star bucks coffee in the hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;wow, isn't this the american dream I always dreamt of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113549236772374828?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549236772374828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549236772374828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2005/12/evening.html' title='An evening'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113549231910288660</id><published>2005-12-24T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:31:59.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's not exactly comfortable journeying into unchartered territories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Adulthood is becoming exactly that. Some part of you wants to cling on to that which gave you your innocence, but I think it's fighting a losing battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What is out there and why is it that one is frightened to move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I guess it's because the decisions you make when you are an adult are so cold and calculated, that you just don't feel alive anymore.It's always what is in it for me?will it help me in my future? Hmm, some part of you may be feeling apologetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;or It's just that you are afraid of future, you just want things the way they were, plain and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Whatever that is, one cannot stop flow of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We can just say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; back to the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;show me what you got, buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113549231910288660?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549231910288660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549231910288660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the future'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168852.post-113549198741394682</id><published>2005-12-24T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:26:27.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So many bad things happen all around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So many bad things happen to many people we know, and whom we respect as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Did you ever felt angry at god, or whoever is supposed to take care of all this but is apparently not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Did you ever felt like questioning the faith, which feels like the right thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have felt it time and again, but I always suppress the feeling.do you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's becuase I am selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's because many of my prayers get response while I can see that some of the others are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's because I am afraid that I will get the wrath of His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's because I don't want me or my near and dear ones to be members of the not-so-blessed group of people whose lives are miserable for no logical reason whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's because I am stupid enough to believe that it's because of my prayers that my people are safe( like those poor others forgot to pray or care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have started hating myself, finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't understand the point of life, yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168852-113549198741394682?l=tathtvamasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549198741394682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168852/posts/default/113549198741394682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathtvamasi.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-point.html' title='What is the point?'/><author><name>sr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709484911410904452</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></entry></feed>
