<?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-1069873982735722797</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:06:16.637-08:00</updated><category term='Beauty... Refreshing'/><category term='Existence.. Gratitude'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Death.. Destiny'/><category term='Memory'/><category term='relationships.. love.. realisation'/><category term='Expression'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Numbness'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Success'/><category term='Cruel Reality.. Realisation'/><title type='text'>Life!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Ponderings and some randomness!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-1723174656291852522</id><published>2010-09-22T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:37:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking up to life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/TJp-r-QUO1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mm1a6wVuuxU/s1600/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/TJp-r-QUO1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mm1a6wVuuxU/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519863587206871890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every ray of light comes the light of hope.. &lt;br /&gt;But how long may someone walk to un-entangle the rope?&lt;br /&gt;The closer I got to the light, the more it started to hurt my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;With no remorse I moved forward with the want to see myself rise.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness had blinkered my sight and deafened my ears,&lt;br /&gt;With extreme desperation I’d yearn to fight my fears.&lt;br /&gt;I feared loss, I feared pain..&lt;br /&gt;The darkness was driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to struggle, I wanted to fight..&lt;br /&gt;Craving to see that ONE ray of light..&lt;br /&gt;It gave me closure to hear voices in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Consolation enough that this maybe a lark.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it is like, is this what life can offer?&lt;br /&gt;An unknown mystery left to discover?&lt;br /&gt;Does pain and struggle have to be the way to light?&lt;br /&gt;Does love and life have to involve fight?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a moment of silence in the dark slithered,&lt;br /&gt;And at a snail's pace the struggle withered.&lt;br /&gt;And so I concluded that light was found,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not in sight and with no sound.&lt;br /&gt;It truly just proved how negligent we are,&lt;br /&gt;To search for that which isn’t so far.&lt;br /&gt;All we could do is space out for a while,&lt;br /&gt;To love, live and peacefully walk a mile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-1723174656291852522?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1723174656291852522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=1723174656291852522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1723174656291852522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1723174656291852522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/walking-up-to-life.html' title='Walking up to life...'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/TJp-r-QUO1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mm1a6wVuuxU/s72-c/DSC01729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-1366616858312302762</id><published>2010-02-27T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T06:53:23.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S4kxl9hmgcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jd6WnHiO0aI/s1600-h/Baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S4kxl9hmgcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jd6WnHiO0aI/s320/Baby2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442936152894374338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated mind. Fights arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed time. No rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours on the phone. Searching for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging here. Scribbling fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be heard. A want so absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A want unwanted. A want curbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost. Searching within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the answer. But where am i hidden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked many. Consulted a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believed one. And that is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what is keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who thinks I'm not naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the time spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glimpse makes me feel like living,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again in this filthy life of race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complete me in every way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You steal my sleep and peep in the dreams of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what helps me move on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if it wasn't for you, I would be torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love bug has bitten me and if this is the pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pet one and make him bite me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being in love with someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes my life blissful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware of your end of the story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel like I owe you a 'sorry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause today I'm Ok with not having you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't promise it'll be the same tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is instable and heart is in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the wrong equation and I know it's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to do is not let myself give in to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am losing it, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm making things worse than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You is all I think of every second, minute and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this isn't the right way to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But face-to-face with you is like eyes shut to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is the right way to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to break this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling for you and happily doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this isn't what you want, even though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you and you me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that for me is how it's meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-1366616858312302762?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1366616858312302762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=1366616858312302762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1366616858312302762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1366616858312302762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/part-of-me.html' title='Part of me...'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S4kxl9hmgcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jd6WnHiO0aI/s72-c/Baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-2224463072949781815</id><published>2010-02-24T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:10:34.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The proposal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S4XN_UmimrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tEMjIhbv6fg/s1600-h/co%5By7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S4XN_UmimrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tEMjIhbv6fg/s320/co%5By7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441982212492925618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart stopped. Feelings controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping hard. Tightened hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love freed. Nagging ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession made. Liberation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats increase. Hopeful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddity throbbing. Fear dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips unsealed. Words Unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staggered reaction. Toes cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upbeat retort. Content cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embraced bodies. Griping highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without drugs. Touching skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey begins. Eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand. Walking ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises made. Heard and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles widen. Twinkling gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path to love. Endless maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives unite. Fun-filled chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights sleepless. Dreamy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color red. Hearts around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lengthy bills. Bonding bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pampering  talks. Mushy sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel belonged. Solace found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now. I aint no more. You have me now. Will love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. In my hand. I am all yours. From the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-2224463072949781815?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2224463072949781815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=2224463072949781815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/2224463072949781815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/2224463072949781815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/proposal.html' title='The proposal..'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S4XN_UmimrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tEMjIhbv6fg/s72-c/co%5By7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-7464080525479814221</id><published>2010-02-04T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:43:43.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Numbness'/><title type='text'>Numb..</title><content type='html'>Empty fingers. Broken dreams. Sore eyes. Fake beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clingy thoughts. Shattered hopes. Fulfilled pain. Endless ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathomless questions. Answers few. Piercing void. Helpless clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distressed body. Wandering soul. Baffled mind. Lost control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaint sorrow. Exerted tries. Curiosity killing. Painful cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings flow. Anger gushed. Crimping toes. Voices hushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorching tears. Faithless wants. Wait prolonged. Time haunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet lashes. Arid maw. Puffed lids. Unseen saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envious lover. Prized foe. Love chastised. Closed door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited query. Deciphered flaw. Insatiable need. Unbreakable law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seized smile. Relentless weep. Freedom nagged. Penetrating deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless worry. Unwilling steps. Footprints engraved. Darkened depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incurable wounds. Heart hurt. Silence speaks. Without blurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain how sad I am… Because I don’t know myself what is the scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could express to you where I stand, if only you could help me in no man’s land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today I was in a phase where I saw no loss and no winning a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no more and I never was. I am going numb without a cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-7464080525479814221?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7464080525479814221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=7464080525479814221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/7464080525479814221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/7464080525479814221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/numb.html' title='Numb..'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-2634650682145240155</id><published>2010-01-07T13:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:49:54.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.. Yet Home..</title><content type='html'>2:30 AM. Sleeplessness. Disturbance. Discomfort. Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day she was diverted. She realized the reason she couldn't concentrate. She needed to tell him. She needed to tell herself. She needed to confess. She needed to own up. For weeks that felt like ages she had clogged herself from telling him how much she loved him. But she had to let it out. Someday. She decided that day would be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession. Silence. Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried. She wept. Sniveled in his arms that night. She wasn't sad. There was no remorse anymore. She had finally told him all about how she felt. He held her tight telling her he was there, right beside her. She had said it. Silence broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since when?", he asked. "Does it matter?", she retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes red from crying she whispered in his ears hugging him, "I hope I haven't spoiled anything we had. I don't want my feelings to be a hitch in any way. I know you don't feel the same way for me." (Knowing what she said was the truth killed her inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes filled with water, he held her hand and said, "I love you even more now, sleep well." They left for home. She dint sleep that night, she dreamt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining bright again and she woke up to a new morning feeling new and completely different. She asked herself, "Is this what love does to you? Does everything really seem to be too perfect to be true?" She was filled with contentment to bother to answer anything anymore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was lost. Lost in love. Yet she was home. It was her dwelling place now. She resided in love and love resided in her. Knowing that love wasn't reciprocated from the other end, she was happy. Content. Blissful. She loved UNCONDITIONALLY. She was love. She is. Love doesn't always come with a companion practically, it is one itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost.. Yet home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-2634650682145240155?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2634650682145240155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=2634650682145240155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/2634650682145240155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/2634650682145240155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-yet-home.html' title='Lost.. Yet Home..'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-873045993288380374</id><published>2010-01-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:38:19.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world lies... WITHIN ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S0Uei9rITlI/AAAAAAAAADo/QMSh3e8vNxg/s1600-h/cowgirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S0Uei9rITlI/AAAAAAAAADo/QMSh3e8vNxg/s320/cowgirl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423774912257478226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyday, I'd get up and stretch my arms. Do my daily morning activities and buzz off to college. Get back home for lunch and rush to work. After work I'd get to class for studies and catching up with my other half, FRIENDS! Somewhere in the midst of all this there would come that one moment in the whole day when I'd stop and think, re-think about love and my life and I'd abruptly leave that thought there, unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought, that question.. was.. always unanswered. It left me.. Helpless. A Void. Something that nothing could fit into. Nothing was wrong, yet nothing was right. I knew right then, Introspection was to begin. When I'd be with someone,  it'd feel good but momentary. It wasn't him, i knew. I wanted to love, wanted to be loved. Vulnerable. Fragile. That was me then. I would fall asleep with an incomplete essay of questions in my head.. yet to be finished. Everyday I'd wake up and go to sleep after one more day of struggle to seek for that love, that answer to everything that could possibly exist in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had almost given up on venturing and taking risks with different answers, until one morning when I was wide awake in my dreams I saw love, I touched love, I felt love, I was in 'love'.. I saw the answer right in front of me.. I wanted to hold it back when I woke up but no it had all vanished away with the unconsciousness i was in then. I wanted to go back to sleep and see him.. see love.. See the man I love.. But.. Helpless again i stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that image I moved ahead with the day at least with the hope of finding him sometime i my life. After a few weeks of COMPLETE CONFUSION and a DILEMMA of questions and handful experiences with people and answers, I reached a point of saturation. I was blank. Thoughtless. It was 4:00 AM and I wasn't sleepy. That was my moment, i realized who i was looking for. That nothingness was the answer itself. The answer existed in my mind ever since but all the other things had filled the space to see anything clearly. I knew the answer since always. It is him. I know. It was time to clean up. I am love and always was in love with him. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our answers. WITHIN US. We just need to pick up the broom and give our mind some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-873045993288380374?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/873045993288380374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=873045993288380374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/873045993288380374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/873045993288380374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/world-lies-within-me.html' title='The world lies... WITHIN ME.'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/S0Uei9rITlI/AAAAAAAAADo/QMSh3e8vNxg/s72-c/cowgirl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-1398452150443966806</id><published>2009-05-18T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:18:11.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Memory...</title><content type='html'>And so she left, leaving a memory.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when she completed me, there was a time when time dint pass without her presence, there was a time when I hardly realized it was 6 AM and I was yet on the phone, there was a time when I stopped the world for her, there was a time when I cried my eyes out to her, there WAS a time.&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have someone like this? Or may I call it ‘best friend’. Who stays with you forever and ever? How much can you expect from someone? How much can someone live it up to you? Can you be there without wanting them to be there for you in return? Can you not feel ashamed of being a burden on someone? Can someone make you feel like you aren’t a burden on them? Can you always be the one to give and not want? Do you think best friends really do exist? How much can you trust someone with your life? Can you be completely honest with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;If the answer to the last question is ‘yes’ then you deserve a clap! If the answer to the first question is ‘yes’ then you’ve been blessed! If the answer to the first question is ‘yes’, and to the last one is ‘no’ then you are wasting that relationship!&lt;br /&gt;It is so human of me to ask so many questions. But I’m not asking you, I’m asking myself and I’m telling you to ask yourself! Are we true to ourselves when we say I can say anything and everything to ‘xyz’ person? Can we stop deceiving ourselves for once? Cause it really doesn’t help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came in my life to ‘be’… She came to be my guardian angel… She came when I really needed someone! Is that why she is so important to me? Is it just that much? Am I THIS close to her because of the downs in my life? Would it be someone else if it wasn’t for her? How can I think like this about her… No No, I can’t! She’s been there when I had to cry, she’s been there when my hopes had given up on me… when I dint see another way out except for death! What she left behind was an obligation. Well I know it isn’t appropriate to say she’s obliged me but that’s what it feels like now, with all the distance growing… I hate being away! I hate her leaving! Why does she have to go? Doesn’t she give me that importance? Don’t I come first for her like the way she does? Oh my god, I’m EXPECTING things from her! That’s wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Expecting anything from her spoilt my relationship with her. I raped it! I blame myself! I am responsible!&lt;br /&gt;She left because of me, leaving a memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-1398452150443966806?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1398452150443966806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=1398452150443966806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1398452150443966806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1398452150443966806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory.html' title='Memory...'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-2724050653583500753</id><published>2009-05-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:28:55.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Mother...</title><content type='html'>This is for my mother, who made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of us know how much it takes out of a woman to give birth to a child. In fact, we cant even think of what she goes through unless we do it ourselves! Can we really thank them enough? No. Nothing fills in for that. Nothing compensates. And most of all, she wouldn't want us to repay her. I read this somewhere at a random place, 'A child gives birth to a mother.' It stayed with me for long. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Isn't it true? If there wasn't a child to be born, a mother wouldn't exist either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times does one tell their mother how much she is loved? I dint as often as one should have. And its the biggest mistake in my life. Say it out loud, she's here. You cant do any better than telling her you love her. She's going to feel content. If you don't, the day you'll lose her will be the day you'll be saying it louder than you cried when you were a child. Trust me! You'll regret it all your life. Being a mother is not just another responsibility. One cant even imagine how far a mother may go for her child. And its not an obligation. A father may support the child and all what he is 'suppose to do' as a father which is commendable too. But a mother is not 'suppose to do' anything. She just does it, without question or answer, without reason or justification. She's just there behind you when you fall turning back and she keeps a hand on your shoulder and says, "Its alright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is no more with me today in this world but I know she 'IS'. And I know some people may call this deception or rather may say, I'm trying to comfort myself but it doesn't matter. Because I know deep down, she is there, still there! I can and I do talk to her. Its nothing magical. Its because she's 'My Mother'. :) And no one in this world would hate themselves more when they realize they lost their chance to tell their moms, 'I love you ma'. Its not so hard, if you think it is then its going to be harder to forgive yourself in later life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hate to write, 'Please realize the importance of a mother'.  But do realize that saying, 'Mom, you are important to me' may help. If after reading this, you did feel even for a moment that what I am trying to say is right, please go and give your mother a tight hug and tell her how lucky you are to have her around and that nobody in this world loves her more than you do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like always, Love doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kanchan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S:- If anyone at all is offended, I Apologize. Through this article, I'm not trying to tell you my plight, but just trying to tell everyone, You don't get another chance.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-2724050653583500753?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2724050653583500753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=2724050653583500753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/2724050653583500753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/2724050653583500753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mother.html' title='My Mother...'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-244485819276637184</id><published>2009-01-21T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:38:57.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO-INCIDENCES..  Is it so???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We say everything happens for a reason.. And that no event or activity takes place without a justification.. And that even the existence of an atom is due to a reason.. So what is this reason??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why are we born in a particular home? Why do we have particular parents? Why cant we choose things on our will? Why do we get along with a few and not all? Is it all planned? Is this what we call "destiny"?? Don't we have any control over our lives? Can't we decide what OUR future should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The answer to all these questions are UNKNOWN! Therefore, to make ourselves feel intelligent and not feel embarrassed about not knowing the answers, we ( as always) take the easy way out by giving it a very convincing name... CO-INCIDENCE! But is it so?? Are we sure that anything we don't have an explanation for is sheer co-incidence? NO! Things that happen with and around us are not just a co-incidence. They have a motive.. Life gives us many signals. It implicitly offers.. It is us who have to understand those signals.. We have to realize that everything that happens has to happen and is "meant to" happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK.. Let me start with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Story No. 1 - This happened on the 21st of January 2009. I was returning from a friends place at night at around 10 and  got down at the station. There weren't many rickshaws there. I tried catching one but none agreed. There was this guy standing who wanted to go to some place close to my house and apparently was on my way. When i finally found a rickshaw I offered to drop him. He agreed and sat in. We chatted a little and realized we've seen each other a couple of times before and even knew where the other lived. We became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Story No. 2 - When i was in the 9th grade.. i had participated in my annual day.. And there was a choreographer who we hardly interacted with.. We never exchanged numbers or spoke.. After the annual day we never met.. I then passed my school years and entered college.. Made friends.. And one of them got along really well with me.. Her birthday arrived and guess who i see there... My choreographer.. He turned out to be her brother.. We spoke like we knew each other since ages.. We met after that and chatted for 7 hours at a stretch and we're still very good friends.. BEAT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Story No. 3 - I live in andheri and go to a college which is located in churchgate. Being in the 12th grade. I needed to join classes for my studies. It so happened that i had a friend who lived in kandivali and she told me about these tutors in borivali. I was kind of hesitant about the travel.. But eventually agreed to go see the teacher there. I loved the environment and without a second thought I agreed! I got along with my professors so well and bonded with them so strongly that  when i wouldn't have class I would be eager to meet them. We're like a family today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Story No. 4 - The classes I just spoke about in the previous episode had arranged a trip for us to Goa. Even ex-students were welcome to the trip. There was this girl named Vidhi who accompanied us on the trip. Every little thing that had happened in her life had happened with me too. We shared the most amazing rapport on the trip. After the trip i also asked her to participate with me in a show. She used to come to classes often but we never bothered to know each other. It was like "things happen when they are meant to happen!" She knows my life history. We have the same choices, same preferences, similar priorities in life, same thinking, etc. etc. And I can go on! Today she is one of the closest friends i have and i don't consider this a co-incident because it feels so "meant to be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could go on with my stories! I believe that nothing is unplanned. There is a reason why we meet someone, why we get along with some, why we feel comfortable with only a few, why we take certain decisions and why such uncertain things happen to us! If life was certain there wouldn't be any life in the certainties! We would know our future and react accordingly. We wouldn't grow and come across any new experiences. So the next time you say, "What A Co-incidence?" Think TWICE!! It may not be one. It could just be a signal of an unexpected surprise! Be unknown! Be prepared! Because you never know what you call a mere co-incidence could be the biggest turn in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kanchan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(P.S.- All the stories are true!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/1069873982735722797-244485819276637184?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/244485819276637184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=244485819276637184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/244485819276637184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/244485819276637184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/co-incidences-is-it-so.html' title='CO-INCIDENCES..  Is it so???'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-4290511159211586024</id><published>2008-07-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:40:32.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some thing that everyone is looking for.. Something that even a man living on the streets and a millionaire has wished for in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is it? Success? What is success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is it an achievement.. Is it financial security? Is it leading a happy married life? Or is it giving birth to children and giving them a comfortable life? Well.. according to me.. it is the feeling of accomplishment of the goal of our life.. different for different people.. like it is the result of the deeds, hard work, dedication, prayers, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But what is our goal of life... All of the things I mentioned above... security, comfort, luxury, money, happiness, etc. No. It is the difference you make in other people's life.. It is the mark you embark which shall be eternal.. It is something done without the want of anything in return.. It is the love you spread to make someone's day(not only to your spouse), It is indeed the smile you gave to a beggar on the street.. Two sweet words you said to the waiter who served you.. A Little thank you to the man who dropped you to the destination.. THATS ALL it takes to make someone's day.. Thats all it takes to add a deed in your life.. This is the real goal of our life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We all want to be happy, rich, famous. But no one is going to take that richness, the fame or the happiness up with them.. because these aren't eternal.. LOVE IS! And if you can love.. Your a successful human.. If you can be loved by others then your a highly successful human being..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is success.. Fulfillment of desires in one lifetime.. Having no more urges.. Is success! Loving everyone around you unconditionally is success! So whoever wants to be successful in life.. Your stepping stone to success would be "LOVING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-4290511159211586024?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4290511159211586024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=4290511159211586024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/4290511159211586024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/4290511159211586024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-5201871716679423935</id><published>2008-06-06T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:41:38.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death.. Destiny'/><title type='text'>Death.. Is Beautiful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like every story starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there used to be this young man, named &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rohan&lt;/span&gt;, 23 years old... He lived a comfortable life.. Worked at a well paying firm..  He had depressing friends.. He had seen his friends loose their parents, siblings, etc. He worked day and night to make his family happy.. he helped the poor and had a soft corner for those in need.. And so.. The supreme power came down and granted him one wish.. He said, "Make my family immortal!" The supreme power warned him but he didn't budge.. The wish was granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grew older with time and did his family.. When it was time for someone to die.. The supreme power would lock them up in a room to survive.. One by One all the family members were locked inside and when it was rohan's turn.. He was asked to visit the room before he dies.. He went in and found out that he had trapped them... He saw his parents in the worst states.. Some had lost their eyesight, or the hearing sense.. Some had gone numb, Some mute.. Some had a broken organ.. Seeing such pain and disaster.. He pleaded to let them go!.. He saw the want to die in everyone's eyes.. He felt sorry for being so selfish.. for wanting them to live a life they dint want to live.. He pleaded and begged to the supreme power to let them go.. Everyone in the room prayed for DEATH!.. Have you ever heard of that? People praying for death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a limit.. Everyone is going to get over one or the other day.. Even we are.. Don't be scared of death.. Embrace it willingly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEk58pU4vSI/AAAAAAAAABo/FWsIYvOTY-4/s1600-h/ShowLetter1-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEk58pU4vSI/AAAAAAAAABo/FWsIYvOTY-4/s200/ShowLetter1-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208758158079081762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to people who are going to lose their near and dear ones.. Face it! Thats the only solution.. You cannot sit and cry all your life about your loss.. Get up and move on.. I aint saying that you should forget things.. But don't get stuck! Its easy to say.. But hard to put it in practice.. I know.. But do you see another way out? People who have gone have gone for the best.. And they have lived life as much as they wanted to.. So you don't need to feel so horrible about it.. Cause Nothing has happened to you.. your just crying and Feeling miserable cause your wanting that person.. You are being SO selfish.. You are crying because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; need that person..  Grow out of this.. And soon you'll realize that death isn't that bad.. In fact, I'd say its not bad at all..  For people who don't respect the worth of their life and don't live it well.. Its a lesson and for people who live their life well and enjoy life completely.. They've had their share of enjoyment and now its the turn of death.. Life and death are two sides of the same coin.. You have to live with the fact in your life that this may end anytime.. So people, please enjoy your life and death too.. Give death a smiling face.. Because living in this cruel world forever isn't a job for mortals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEk589FKR0I/AAAAAAAAABw/RmN2jlH-TpM/s1600-h/ShowLetter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEk589FKR0I/AAAAAAAAABw/RmN2jlH-TpM/s200/ShowLetter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208758163381831490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up, Move on, Enjoy, Help.. Thats what we're here for... Thats what life is all about..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love your Life Because Love is Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With Love - &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Kanchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/1069873982735722797-5201871716679423935?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5201871716679423935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=5201871716679423935' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/5201871716679423935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/5201871716679423935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/death.html' title='Death.. Is Beautiful..'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEk58pU4vSI/AAAAAAAAABo/FWsIYvOTY-4/s72-c/ShowLetter1-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-1561079683318089007</id><published>2008-06-06T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:42:03.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty... Refreshing'/><title type='text'>Rain.. Its AWESOME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEkS2abfyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/U9h8thfQhx4/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEkS2abfyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/U9h8thfQhx4/s200/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208715170047576130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt; today, and without a second thought.. I ran to my bedroom, switched my clothes and hurried downstairs.. It was so beautiful.. Trust me it feels great to be alive and seeing the nature around you.. i walked further to a place without trees so i could get &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEkTzoDYIII/AAAAAAAAABI/smtZZJu-P9k/s1600-h/16_05_76---Rain_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEkTzoDYIII/AAAAAAAAABI/smtZZJu-P9k/s200/16_05_76---Rain_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208716221676527746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water so pure seemed to enjoy itself wetting me... I saw absolutely no one in my colony and felt better to have all the rain to myself.. I wouldn't stop smiling.. People stared at me weirdly.. But you know i cared a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;!! I mean i was enjoying myself thoroughly.. Drenched, i sat on a seat close by and stared into space wishing that time would stop here.. Seeing the drops falling in the water that had accumulated in a corner.. I wanted to click it.. and save these moments.. To see water run through my hands.. Wet my hair and go tickling down my back.. My skin felt like it was breathing.. I felt like this is what life is worth living for.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THE BEAUTY OF NATURE'S EXISTENCE&lt;/span&gt;.. Water everywhere.. I actually noticed people running away to find some shade to stand under... This time i stared at them and laughed.. They were running away from life.. Then finally i came across these two kids who love the rain(like me), they stood together in my colony's ground and smiled at each other.. They noticed me coming.. I smiled at them too.. And asked them if they like the rain.. They just said, "we love it".. "and you?".. I replied saying, "ME TOO".. We stood quite! They went away and i stood there all alone.. My silence spoke to the noise of the rain.. It felt like i was conversing with someone high up there who has created this rain.. To come down to quench the thirst of the earth! I said, "Thank you".. and heard the clouds making a loud noise as if they heard me! I felt so pampered in the arms of the rain.. but still so free.. I wanted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dance.. Sing in joy..&lt;/span&gt; But dint do it out of some shyness.. or Embarrassment.. after all.. I'm yet Human and do care about what the world thinks of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEkUssZ7DqI/AAAAAAAAABg/VqYKY8wI6Pc/s1600-h/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEkUssZ7DqI/AAAAAAAAABg/VqYKY8wI6Pc/s200/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208717202097376930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked ahead to come back home.. I reached home and threw my chappals outside my house and ran to my bedroom to fetch some dry clothes and went to take a wash.. I must have never &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FELT&lt;/span&gt; as beautiful as this ever! I hope everyone who reads this post loves the rain or they'll hate me!!.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S:- By saying someone high up there.. I dint mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;... i meant a supreme power.. who has created the nature.. God is in the perception.. I perceive god in those people who have passed away.. and are probably loving their life up there now:).. No offence! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; - Kanchan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-1561079683318089007?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1561079683318089007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=1561079683318089007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1561079683318089007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/1561079683318089007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain-its-awesome.html' title='Rain.. Its AWESOME!!'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEkS2abfyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/U9h8thfQhx4/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-9158401239730528415</id><published>2008-06-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:42:33.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existence.. Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Beauty... of Existence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;What are we thankful for in life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Beauty??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fame??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Money??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Dont you think there is something higher than this to be thankful for?? We go to the temples regularly and ask for more or thank him for what we own today.. But we have something that we don't own but still its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;OURS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEgi8glCd0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ept66LRs9Kc/s1600-h/23112007349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEgi8glCd0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ept66LRs9Kc/s320/23112007349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208451391986759490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;EXISTENCE.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't you think we should be happy that we have one more day to live when we wake up in the morning.. Don't you think we should be glad that have one more night to sleep peacefully... Cause we actually went through the whole day safely.. We should be happy for being!! I know all of this may sound familiar.. But have we given it a thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; It is the beauty of our EXISTENCE that helps us do our day-to-day chores or even earn money or even for that matter being famous.. Are all these materialistic important to live.. or to make life BEAUTIFUL.. It just makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; look beautiful! We should try and put this existence to use.. And the next question is.. How are we going to do that?? Make a difference in people's lives, try and improve someone else's existence.. By doing this you not only put your existence to use but also feel better.. Try it.. You may find it to be true!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;By saying Beauty of existence i don't mean how beautiful we can look when we're alive.. But how beautiful we can feel when we're Alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;From all three posts of mine.. I'm just trying to make A difference.. No offence to anyone personally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Please give this a thought.. To how beautiful our life can be only if we help in beautifying it.. Not by wearing costly clothes.. Or looking beautiful but by simply loving people and helping them make use of their existence! And once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets love doing this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Kanchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/1069873982735722797-9158401239730528415?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9158401239730528415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=9158401239730528415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/9158401239730528415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/9158401239730528415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty-of-existence.html' title='Beauty... of Existence...'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/SEgi8glCd0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ept66LRs9Kc/s72-c/23112007349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-7022110200341359529</id><published>2008-05-25T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:01:19.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruel Reality.. Realisation'/><title type='text'>The want to want more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A man's life can end but his wants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.. and the day they do... he shall be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enlightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.. these beautiful dresses, branded shoes, a huge grand marriage, a 5 star hotel dinner date, a costly wrist watch.. and the most imp... a cellphone -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WANTS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; {INEXHAUSTIBLE}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The man who stands in a bus for a long time may say.. the man sitting on the seat is so much more comfortable... how i wish.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Same way the man sitting on the seat may say "the man sitting on the window seat is so much more comfortable cause of the breeze.. how i wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The man sitting on the window seat may look at a person in the a/c car and may say.. how i wish i cud be there or afford such luxury..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But the man sitting in the car stuck in traffic driving... wud love the man who will walk by his car and reach the destination sooner.. he'd say how i wish i cud get down n walk it up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But the man who was walking may love it even if he cud stand and go in the bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is an unbreakable vicious circle.... the circle of wants.. tht may never end.. and to end this.. we have to grow out of being mortal.. need to be satisfied.. by which i don mean tht we shudnt strive for more.. always do.. but striving for more shudnt become a need.. nor a want.. it shud just be!!! we shud be satisfied that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;looking at those poor people on the road makes me want to give up my comfortable life cause if they cant have shelter.. proper food then i have no right to sit on this computer with the a/c on and me writing a blog... and to sleep on a comfortable bed.. eat mcdonalds burger... but how will my death make a difference.. how will me giving up my life help them?? tht was the first question in my head.. and i said.. just helping these people is now my goal in life.. and i will study.. grow up.. earn enough not to give away in charity but give these people a life they deserve... me wanting a rich life may be my want... or our want.. but in these fantasies we forget that our want cudn't be as important as their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;!.. Lets prioritize guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whats more Important... lets wake up... lets help.. as they have a right to live too.. lets stop wanting... lets help fulfilling needs... and like my previous post... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lets love doing this..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; - Kanchan:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-7022110200341359529?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7022110200341359529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=7022110200341359529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/7022110200341359529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/7022110200341359529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/want-to-want-more.html' title='The want to want more...'/><author><name>Kanchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819620813089358852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf0_mmZ-hbE/Sgc-XvTD2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/vZlfVoIt26g/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069873982735722797.post-5634610524124206006</id><published>2008-05-24T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T05:39:26.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships.. love.. realisation'/><title type='text'>Birth..Relationships..Death.. Or is it something more??</title><content type='html'>We usually think of parents, relatives, friends or lovers when the word "relationship" is taken.. but what do these relationships mean to us?? we also say that i cant live without "xyz".. do we really mean it? ask yourself.. ask people who have lost any of their near n dear ones!! you know what.. they're still alive.. why do we lie to ourselves.. why do we attach ourselves to someone to such an extent that their presence completes us.. why do we give the right or want the right to interfere(harsh word.. i know) in each others life.. is tht what a relationship is all about.. i don think so.. it was today tht i realised tht we always wanto possess someone.. and not let them go.. we are such selfish people.. its all about our view to life and relationships.. why is it said that man is a social animal.. we'd die without society... true.. no one can live alone.. but can someone enjoy having the company of others and not cry in their absence ever?? if someone does... we' call him heartless or emotionless... and if he does cry we call him weak.. why?? have any of us ever thought what wud happen if we dint have the parents we do.. the best friends we love to be around and the lovers who we cuddle with... u knw what... BIG SHIT... it wud be someone else... and u'd be comfortable with them too.. its jus the matter of time.. it would make a difference for sure.. but does it really matter to us?? unless we're attached to these people.. our we capable of living a happy life? we may "lose"(as everyone puts it) someone or sumthing all the time.. does tht mean we can never be happy... and if we cant.. i don think we deserve to live.. so we shud die.. but again...is death the end?? is this all we're born for?? is this it?? growing up.. studying... getting married.. happines.. having children.. losing parents.. crying.. dissapointments.. hatred.. fights.. and DEATH..THATS IT? cant we expect a little more from life.. from relationships..from LOVE? we either live or lose.. they say live each moment.. and if u dont u lose each moment.. why not say love each moment.. love it when ur getting married..lovve it when u wake up..love making food..love even ur nature's cal(if u knw wat i mean?)..love being urself..love havnig a relaionship..love losing someone cause maybe this is better way of showing gratitude for whatsoever they must have done for us.. love everything u do cause thts the only way u can do ur best.. love everyone.. thank everyone even the ricksha driver who drops u home.. and even the man who washes ur car.. and even the post man who climbed a couple of stairs for delivering an imp msg to u.. all these help.. it makes their day.. why wud they do these things for.. u havent obliged them in any way.. jus a smile and a word of gratitude may help.. love evryone... love life.. and life will love u.. i read this line in a book..- "love life to such an extent that even death may wanto be alive!!!!.." :) keep smiling and keep loving.. i hope this blog may make a difference in the behaviour towards ppl and it wud help ppl understand how imp it is to love..&lt;br /&gt;:-) with LOVE-Kanchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069873982735722797-5634610524124206006?l=kanchan-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5634610524124206006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069873982735722797&amp;postID=5634610524124206006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/5634610524124206006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069873982735722797/posts/default/5634610524124206006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanchan-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthrelationshipsdeath-or-is-it.html' title='Birth..Relationships..Death.. 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