<?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-32391378</id><updated>2012-01-15T01:29:14.270+05:30</updated><category term='personal moments'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Random Moments'/><category term='Life&apos;s different experience'/><title type='text'>I am .... I can.... I will</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3135496721709832104</id><published>2011-12-01T00:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:00:51.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If Sanity Prevailed………..</title><summary type='text'>Smiles, heart talk, adventure, dreams and then back to reality. When the going gets tough the tough gets going. 

It’s not a verbatim, but it’s a sane talk to the mind and heart together. When one realizes of what has incurred to their self, it is normalcy to expound upon what went wrong.
apacity to ones time, so less often than not, one ends up with a realization of true essence of the loss. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3135496721709832104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3135496721709832104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3135496721709832104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3135496721709832104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-sanity-prevailed.html' title='If Sanity Prevailed………..'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7485958184962007515</id><published>2011-03-30T23:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:58:38.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Plastered Love</title><summary type='text'>I wonder why one lasts with an everlasting smile, so glued on the face when they think about their loved one.Happiness with charming beauty, pleasantness with an adorable smile, craziness with unbelievable cuteness, numbness with the heartwarming sweetness, never ending care… and of all, an ability to stay put with a never fading smile… well now that is what I call as the symptoms of the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7485958184962007515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7485958184962007515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7485958184962007515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7485958184962007515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2011/03/plastered-love.html' title='Plastered Love'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8117976926001758884</id><published>2010-11-16T20:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:11:38.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A moment stolen from the chaos.</title><summary type='text'>Nothing great Nothing lessJust a moment of breathing MY lifeJust a moment of living the joy withinJust a moment of reaching the far skyJust a moment of reviving the lost energyJust a moment of believing in what I can doJust a moment of getting lost and still smilingJust a moment of rejoicing nostalgic memoriesJust a moment of feeling every sense explicitlyJust a moment of being berserk and still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8117976926001758884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8117976926001758884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8117976926001758884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8117976926001758884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2010/11/moment-stolen-from-chaos.html' title='A moment stolen from the chaos.'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3764593080425267574</id><published>2009-12-30T23:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:45:47.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ode to SICKO</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time wise old man, as fictitious as he can be in my mind, did say; the society is judged by the way it treats the underprivileged and not necessarily by the count of high raised buildings and glamour it can carry off. Never did I imagine I’d confront the emotional variations of the so said above. Late afternoon, a day in Nairobi, I happened to watch this documentary by Michael Moore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3764593080425267574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3764593080425267574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3764593080425267574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3764593080425267574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/12/ode-to-sicko.html' title='Ode to SICKO'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7055300833762094443</id><published>2009-12-28T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:16:57.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inorexia</title><summary type='text'>Aham who what I was,Aham who what I am, and Aham who what I will be.In the deepest dark inwardness of the self acclaim there lies underneath a surprising truth of destiny; for what you believe is what is to be seen of. From the essence of what is lived for, there is a transformation of reality; drawing its boundary from the realms of innermost fears to the outermost visibility. For now; it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7055300833762094443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7055300833762094443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7055300833762094443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7055300833762094443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/12/inorexia.html' title='Inorexia'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7449151007856594317</id><published>2009-08-15T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:21:44.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mute Defines Differently</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes silence is the best way of telling YES and sometimes silence is the best way of telling NOOnly the questioning heart and the answering heart can understand.... For the rest of the world its MUTE Sensible Quote</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7449151007856594317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7449151007856594317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7449151007856594317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7449151007856594317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/08/mute-defines-differently.html' title='Mute Defines Differently'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8081083185473807633</id><published>2009-06-14T22:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:31:29.833+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Moments'/><title type='text'>......</title><summary type='text'>Silence in settlement.One asks oneself, what is it that is pending to be settled?Ask your silence, it may answer what you crave for.But do ask sincerely, cos it responds to honesty:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8081083185473807633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8081083185473807633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8081083185473807633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8081083185473807633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3463557452312784918</id><published>2009-06-02T22:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:35:57.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Moments'/><title type='text'>pacing momentum</title><summary type='text'>“Down the river path way,“Down the river path way, I stand overhead a penetrating bliss. A mirrored image cropping the flowing serenity pinches the reality. Not again, but again I stand destitute to the same magnum. Here I am, playing the villain to a solemn serenity and ruptured claim, I stand here head on once again. Call it the kiss of the black widow, I breathe while I still die an unfolding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3463557452312784918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3463557452312784918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3463557452312784918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3463557452312784918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-river-path-way-down-river-path-way.html' title='pacing momentum'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1206017994558058788</id><published>2009-03-04T22:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:59:25.522+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal moments'/><title type='text'>rush</title><summary type='text'>Panting...phew...a rushcrazy one at it a rushpushing all asidea rushpulsing througha rusha rushcannot hold it back any morea rusha rush</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1206017994558058788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1206017994558058788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1206017994558058788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1206017994558058788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/03/rush.html' title='rush'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8659205492927757213</id><published>2009-02-08T21:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:35:55.204+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Voila :)</title><summary type='text'>My BEST friends wedding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8659205492927757213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8659205492927757213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8659205492927757213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8659205492927757213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/02/voila.html' title='Voila :)'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7615593749315648070</id><published>2009-02-07T22:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:04:51.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remind me of this day</title><summary type='text'>Boooooooom.......remind me of this day when i was felt to be more responsible.remind me o' mine,remind me cos i may not,remind me of everything,remind me of those i can, which i will, and surely i shall,remind me of this day when i did, what i can, more than u did expect,remind me o' mine,remind me cos i may not,remind me of everything.P.S: . .... ...i shall remind you so :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7615593749315648070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7615593749315648070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7615593749315648070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7615593749315648070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/02/remind-me-of-this-day.html' title='Remind me of this day'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-770863478870113011</id><published>2009-01-18T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:18:45.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Hibernation...... for the BIG picture</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/770863478870113011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=770863478870113011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/770863478870113011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/770863478870113011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-hibernation.html' title=''/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3355756389766520629</id><published>2008-06-15T21:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:48:27.670+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s different experience'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><summary type='text'>Advertisements flashed all over in the newspaper. Father’s day on the cards, celebrate in style - make it special for the one who held your hand and made you stand up in life. Surprise the person with this and that…..It didn’t connect to me for 2 simple reasons (which invariably is a space for new discussion).Firstly, I didn’t deal with father’s emotion throughout my childhood. My mother was one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3355756389766520629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3355756389766520629' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3355756389766520629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3355756389766520629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3293539167832044799</id><published>2008-06-13T14:53:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:01:19.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Puppy Love matured due course</title><summary type='text'>“Vande Mataram…..……………………..………………………………Vande Mataram”The song inspired in different ways to the hearts of the millions. For me it was another song talking of the nation. It was the song to be listened to every morning during the school prayers and it meant the same - every day, every year. Back in the school days it was more of compulsion that one is expected to listen to it with full attention. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3293539167832044799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3293539167832044799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3293539167832044799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3293539167832044799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2008/06/puppy-love-matured-due-course.html' title='Puppy Love matured due course'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-6128547655894208062</id><published>2008-06-01T22:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:59:14.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The look of the heat</title><summary type='text'>Looking at my own reflection on the mirror.... a cheap imitation of the mohawk from Taare Zameen Par.... (well thats what i have been called so while i had no means of relating to the mentioned look)..... i try gelling a new possible look....and then it happens ... i break down...break down with droplets of sweat from my forehead... and i remember ....the heat is on....the heat is on and off i go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/6128547655894208062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=6128547655894208062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6128547655894208062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6128547655894208062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-of-heat.html' title='The look of the heat'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7745325750976273595</id><published>2008-05-03T22:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:32:28.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><summary type='text'>She came...And time and again…She did…We were looking out of the window…Together, at 3 in the morning…Clouds clearing their trail…Showcasing the beauty by itself…The silver moonlight…Lit the night to its best…She says she is in love with me…Cannot survive a day without visiting me...I am not too sure what my reaction to her presence should be…But I am still there with her, looking out into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7745325750976273595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7745325750976273595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7745325750976273595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7745325750976273595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2008/05/dating-insomnia.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7498895437413000313</id><published>2008-01-30T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:36:47.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Parallel Living - Counting yet another day</title><summary type='text'>Feeling of being handicapped to move your mind to a different perspective is very hard. But like the veterans of the human race put it - time will heal all. Just that nobody knows how long the time will take to heal, if at all. For now, the mind is occupied with desires of evacuating ‘me’ from the lonesome walk, hand to hold on to the destiny, assuring one’s presence in the toughest tides. All in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7498895437413000313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7498895437413000313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7498895437413000313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7498895437413000313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2008/01/parallel-living-counting-yet-another.html' title='Parallel Living - Counting yet another day'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-2012822309177915198</id><published>2008-01-30T20:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:04:11.378+05:30</updated><title type='text'>love and its madness</title><summary type='text'>Love is felt in every possible ways and lost in every other possible way                                                 -----Wise Old Man</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/2012822309177915198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=2012822309177915198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2012822309177915198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2012822309177915198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-and-its-madness.html' title='love and its madness'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-2331019131186104465</id><published>2008-01-05T21:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:24:28.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Tomboy - By Years</title><summary type='text'>Scene 1As she walked out of the bath room, just a towel adored her body. She called for her sisters to help her with the clothes and in return she found none in the vicinity. Confused and slightly agitated she started running around the house. Not a soul in the house. The door was left open and she saw few of her friends running across the streets towards the other side of the road. Instantly, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/2331019131186104465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=2331019131186104465' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2331019131186104465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2331019131186104465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2008/01/tomboy-by-years.html' title='Tomboy - By Years'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7226435430770429335</id><published>2007-12-15T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:40:03.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living</title><summary type='text'>Bingo!!!Bingo!!! Bingo!!!What more can I ask for? There’s everything, from the materialistic aspects to the yearning needs of a human psyche. However,What is in abundance of invisibility is my aspect of living a fulfilled life.Not materialistic, not camouflage of emotions … simple pleasures that are derived off anything but normalcy.I hit the bed hoping for a peaceful night, and I wake up to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7226435430770429335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7226435430770429335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7226435430770429335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7226435430770429335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/12/living.html' title='Living'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-4179322885656648105</id><published>2007-12-03T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:05:14.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>…………………………………..………………….Perfectionism isn’t found in reality………….………………………………………………..………………………………….…………………. You loose to someone…..…………………. You loose to someone….……………………..…………………………….“How do you ask a person if he love’s you?”“Simple – shoot the question” – guy’s perspective“Now how do you ask a person if he happen to be your best friend? A friend who was there through thick and thin, was the one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/4179322885656648105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=4179322885656648105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4179322885656648105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4179322885656648105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-6368345747870948293</id><published>2007-11-15T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:33:44.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Reveal everything about yourself and let the chips fall wherever they may.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/6368345747870948293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=6368345747870948293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6368345747870948293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6368345747870948293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-2948363483607831487</id><published>2007-11-13T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:15:26.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Candid Moments</title><summary type='text'>“ Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you dear Khushi, Happy Birthday to you!”That was it! It was there!!! It was so natural that even the cameras couldn’t keep their focus away to capture the perfect moment. She smiled! With equal expression of delight and surprise, she smiled heartily. The place had an aura of celebration. And she knew it somehow that all of it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/2948363483607831487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=2948363483607831487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2948363483607831487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2948363483607831487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/11/candid-moments.html' title='Candid Moments'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-5542192009922666850</id><published>2007-11-07T21:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:41:47.407+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>"No Smoking"</title><summary type='text'>“NO SMOKING “- aesthetically placed reminders every nook and corner of the airport. Damn!  Why is it that Airport authority in India, restrict people who want to smoke before boarding the flight or in the flight? Or be it even the Railways.  Strict Rules you see! I didn’t have an option but to throw the pack of cigarettes into the thrash bin.  Yeah, yeah ... I know, you would be thinking of 101 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/5542192009922666850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=5542192009922666850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5542192009922666850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5542192009922666850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-smoking.html' title='&quot;No Smoking&quot;'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1507264437866077713</id><published>2007-11-06T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:35:46.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>5 simple pleasures</title><summary type='text'>* rains and getting drenched ... be it a walk on the beach or the simple roof top* driving to nandi hills especially in the midnight and watching the city glow from the tip of the rock* sitting anywhere, literal meaning of it, anywhere, with my best pals and just spending time..be it talking .. singing...irritating...or just doing nothing* relaxing on the bean bag and sipping a ice cold beer on a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1507264437866077713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1507264437866077713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1507264437866077713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1507264437866077713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-simple-pleasures.html' title='5 simple pleasures'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-5744877721455248906</id><published>2007-11-04T23:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:16:05.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>knock knock</title><summary type='text'>'Knock Knock'the door was left unanswered!ever wondered how does it feel??an exorbitant silence in the foreplayThe world saw me exhale my last puff for the day..... phooofNaqaab ... the movie failed to charm my normalcy... but naqaab the existence is dominant enough to be believed ....Intuition's .... sometimes it relieves oneself.....and sometimes it kills a being .... thoughts .... were left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/5744877721455248906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=5744877721455248906' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5744877721455248906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5744877721455248906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/11/knock-knock.html' title='knock knock'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-5051657721343750666</id><published>2007-10-17T22:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:08:53.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Could!</title><summary type='text'>I could!I could walk away from the desires of being with you,Those moments where I would feel the very breathe on my face,I could walk away from the dreams I dreamt,Of sweet surrender of my mind onto your laps,I could walk away from the feelings you invoked,Of those whisking me away from the ground, I could fall in love with my loneliness as ever before,Instead of having a shoulder to lean on at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/5051657721343750666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=5051657721343750666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5051657721343750666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5051657721343750666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-could.html' title='I Could!'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8221402191349754916</id><published>2007-10-17T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:40:00.584+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Tangible Adoption</title><summary type='text'>“Beep Beep”Mind recognized the new alert and hands reached the modern technology. ‘1 message received’“gutten morning feeta, lovely weather, day’s kuttu blowin, gosho feel like kissin the daylite..love+concern+kicks+random kisses…hi~fi…stay the same…pooch pooch pooch ..muah..love u”Once upon a time, these texts seemed Greek and Latin to me, fighting my word power to figure out what did the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8221402191349754916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8221402191349754916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8221402191349754916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8221402191349754916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-tangible-adoption_17.html' title='My Tangible Adoption'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-9133722822325903346</id><published>2007-10-17T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:31:43.939+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Balancing Act!</title><summary type='text'>A casual statement was made amidst a conversation with my friend.“For the person you are, you deserve all of those ever imagined and dreamt off!”Hmmm…. Elated for a second and at the same time I wondered,Didn’t those people deserve better -When their life was snatched away by time, leaving nothing but a life long silence to their loved ones!When ribs showed their presence when the food didn’t!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/9133722822325903346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=9133722822325903346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/9133722822325903346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/9133722822325903346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/balancing-act_188.html' title='A Balancing Act!'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1327978286619091173</id><published>2007-10-07T21:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:30:23.594+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's calling</title><summary type='text'>Life is not fair at all times.It shows it’s better side most of its stay.But to ensure that a soul doesn't get absorbed in the sweet morality at its stake,It shows up the other side as well...This is a reasoning of its own self to ensure that the soul feels the sweetness even better.Life is not fair at all times...............We just have to sail with the flow.'Cos there awaits a better side of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1327978286619091173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1327978286619091173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1327978286619091173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1327978286619091173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/lifes-calling.html' title='Life&apos;s calling'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-4604607431458866426</id><published>2007-10-07T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:27:04.768+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Devils Advocate</title><summary type='text'>Casting my feeling of loneliness was a normalcy since the time I was left alone in the land of no man. Yeah, the transfer to a new place did play the Devil’s advocate in making me realize that I was indeed alone. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/4604607431458866426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=4604607431458866426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4604607431458866426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4604607431458866426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/devils-advocate.html' title='Devils Advocate'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-2172207643492183353</id><published>2007-10-07T21:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:25:31.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><summary type='text'>A Heart dies when it is not able to share its feelings...But a Heart kills itself when another Heart doesn't understand its feelings.When reality bites.. it bites really hard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/2172207643492183353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=2172207643492183353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2172207643492183353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2172207643492183353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1863994111339397986</id><published>2007-10-03T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:02:23.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost Race</title><summary type='text'>He was sitting in a corner, all alone by the table. Cup of coffee stayed cold while he was lost in thoughts. For a passerby, he was one of the aged, homeless, aimless, lifeless men who’d not even deserve a second look by the “busy US”. But for the world in his mind, he was a celebrity of his own genre.Our parents grew up listening to him lending his magnificent voice to the immortal romantic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1863994111339397986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1863994111339397986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1863994111339397986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1863994111339397986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-race.html' title='Lost Race'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-4278301259511084775</id><published>2007-10-02T13:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:22:46.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>People meet in unexpected circumstances, with unexpected emotions, and with unexpected future. However, when the circumstances pool in for an expected beginning, people foray into unexpected ways of opening up. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/4278301259511084775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=4278301259511084775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4278301259511084775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4278301259511084775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-4609050336349652027</id><published>2007-10-02T13:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:25:05.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...ever heard of silence in motion...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/4609050336349652027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=4609050336349652027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4609050336349652027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4609050336349652027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/people-meet-in-unexpected-circumstances.html' title=''/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8584326598844660079</id><published>2007-10-01T20:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:48:51.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Mind</title><summary type='text'>Mind is one’s universe, crafting to every foreseen and unforeseen situations. It’s the comfort level we, the better part of the species, are relaxing on every moment with the foreseen situations. But unforeseen situations demands for a realistic approach, established and matured mind to take over.     Our living is encountered with several of these situations. Many of which we would have   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8584326598844660079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8584326598844660079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8584326598844660079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8584326598844660079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/complicated-mind.html' title='Complicated Mind'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-4497967065911843117</id><published>2007-10-01T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:26:27.052+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sound of the Silence</title><summary type='text'>A beautiful thought put forth by a friend of mine."No sound in this world can be more louder than silence.And if anyone cannot understand your silence, they can never understand your words"Thank you there!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/4497967065911843117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=4497967065911843117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4497967065911843117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/4497967065911843117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/white-noise.html' title='Sound of the Silence'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-6320204880925021158</id><published>2007-10-01T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:56:26.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Value</title><summary type='text'>Life never gives what you lost...And keeps reminding you of the value that goes with the lost.However, Life will give you a chance so that you do realize what you could loose and learn the value of it beforehand.Humans seldom understand this aspect and overlook it all the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/6320204880925021158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=6320204880925021158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6320204880925021158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6320204880925021158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/10/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3790982584308254345</id><published>2007-09-30T19:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:14:02.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's metaphor...</title><summary type='text'>“There is something which always happens out of nothing”So very true when all I found was nothing in my empty capsule of living. I needed a change and what I needed was a companion who could listen but not advise, who could comfort me but not worry me with their troubles, who could teach me differently but not in the name of any institution.     I wanted a difference in my routine, of looking at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3790982584308254345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3790982584308254345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3790982584308254345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3790982584308254345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/lifes-metaphor.html' title='Life&apos;s metaphor...'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8957157314780738344</id><published>2007-09-30T18:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:16:33.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When preferances are dictated...</title><summary type='text'>Bias on the Homosexuality.It’s a mere subject of conversation you and me may take it to. However to those who live it, it’s their very Life and choices they make.There have been numerous forums which discuss in detail of the choices people tend to live their life with. But it boils down to the basic aspect of psychology “my thoughts are not understood by you and yours not by me.”This leaves a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8957157314780738344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8957157314780738344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8957157314780738344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8957157314780738344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-preferances-are-dictated.html' title='When preferances are dictated...'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-2622494224928493177</id><published>2007-09-27T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:51:34.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Smile</title><summary type='text'>Cloudy day…  Cool breeze…  Rooster late from its sleep giving a guilty wake up call…  Morning chores…  Empty stomach…  Rushing out of the house not to miss the office bus…  Sweepers sweeping…  Shutters opening…  Vegetable vendors arranging his possessions in a meticulous manner…  Slushy roads…  Dogs sleeping…  Aged people religiously walking in and out of the temple…  Torturous traffic…  Crowded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/2622494224928493177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=2622494224928493177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2622494224928493177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2622494224928493177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-smile.html' title='Another Smile'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1361941776148661685</id><published>2007-09-26T21:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:44:00.541+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blank!  In the Mind</title><summary type='text'>Blank!     Blank!   Was my past  Blank was the feeling passed since the birth of my soul,  Blank was the hopes of my parents when the reality stuck,  Blank!   So is my present  Blank is the state of mind when I wake up in the morning,  Blank is the world I see when I use my visionary glands,  Blank is the taste I feel when I sense the fears,  Blank!   Will be my definite future.  Blank will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1361941776148661685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1361941776148661685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1361941776148661685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1361941776148661685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/blank-in-mind.html' title='Blank!  In the Mind'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3524036214585529183</id><published>2007-09-25T20:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:08:50.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strangely Strangers</title><summary type='text'>They are all around.     As I walk along the busy street amidst the market,  Learning the fact that I am not alone,  I find them shopping for their week ahead,  The same reason as to why I am there.     They are all around.     As I settle down by the roadside café,  Ordering for a cup of coffee to ease my day,    I find them sitting next to my table.  The same reason as to why I am there.  They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3524036214585529183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3524036214585529183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3524036214585529183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3524036214585529183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/strangely-strangers.html' title='Strangely Strangers'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-6174331153159066539</id><published>2007-09-24T21:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:20:50.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sinusoidal Mind</title><summary type='text'>And the world named me cynical!I am here convincing the world of my very visibility…yet they say I am so far away from being here.There is more of me which the day hasn’t seen…‘cos they say I am an inhibit of my own clutters.There is more to what I show of my feelings…‘cos they say I am an evaluated victim of self constraints.I see the night in the daytime and shiver…and they say I am the cause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/6174331153159066539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=6174331153159066539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6174331153159066539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6174331153159066539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/sinusoidal-mind.html' title='Sinusoidal Mind'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSFY0omCIrc/Rvfcnl6l-uI/AAAAAAAAABs/HfkxZYk2ufA/s72-c/Mental.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1926856245533242850</id><published>2007-09-24T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:47:06.079+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited</title><summary type='text'>What is it that makes us dream when the reality is so much occupied in our regularity of habitual living?     Its mere evidence, whatever said and done, that we still follow our routine - day by day and still believe that it has to be lived. However when the day ends, we realize - it was nothing more than yesterday and was nothing more than the day before that - a simplistic routine.      Still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1926856245533242850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1926856245533242850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1926856245533242850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1926856245533242850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams-unlimited.html' title='Dreams Unlimited'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSFY0omCIrc/Rvfi816l-xI/AAAAAAAAACE/3SAultZFbfM/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-3736463950058889235</id><published>2007-09-19T20:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:54:17.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><summary type='text'>Our course of life takes us through varied paths. Some cherished for its memories, some regretted for reasons better not explained, some unacknowledged and some even unwanted. However, once the path taken so is it taken. There is no looking back as it doesn’t give us an option of changing the choice made. So all lies in our hands as to what best can be made of the choice led. And usually, we the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/3736463950058889235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=3736463950058889235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3736463950058889235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/3736463950058889235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-5045124166605786636</id><published>2007-09-17T06:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:38:57.761+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Limitations not found</title><summary type='text'>I am the bird, flying its stature,  up in the sky, with limitations not found.     I am the wind, flowing by the hills,  Beguiling the bird’s flight, with limitations not found     I am the fish, swimming with ease,  across the currents, with limitations not found.     I am the ocean, calm and serene,  mothering millions a life, with limitations not found.     I am the moon walker, astral on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/5045124166605786636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=5045124166605786636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5045124166605786636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/5045124166605786636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-i-am-i-will-be.html' title='Limitations not found'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSFY0omCIrc/RvfhD16l-vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S92sroD3G34/s72-c/moksha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-244737213117377754</id><published>2007-09-06T22:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:44:13.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>25 minutes too late....</title><summary type='text'>I feel like talking! Talking to everyone about what’s happening deep within. But at this juncture, I only wonder how will it be perceived?     I look at the numb mobile phone to buzz into life like it used to show “1 message received” and that was of something as simple as “ just droped in2 say have a beautiful day” till the late nights when it used to buzz only to say “I’m sleepy, wil catch up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/244737213117377754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=244737213117377754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/244737213117377754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/244737213117377754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/25-minutes-too-late.html' title='25 minutes too late....'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSFY0omCIrc/RvfiR16l-wI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IfpZ_lC7tlI/s72-c/child.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1544616644966734282</id><published>2007-09-04T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:24:55.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt touched by a person’s fingers,  Whom you know will touch the same way rest of your life?     Have you ever felt the look in the eyes which outcry and say,  Please be there in front of me until I close to destiny?     Have you ever felt the kiss which takes your feet away from the ground,  Only for the reason that you know it’s not the kiss of lust but that of love?     Have you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1544616644966734282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1544616644966734282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1544616644966734282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1544616644966734282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-35683056380929780</id><published>2007-09-04T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:00:30.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rains O Rains</title><summary type='text'>Rain; cleanse me with your real self!  For I am clothed with the dust from the past.  Wanting to wash away every bit of the layer,  To see a new soul ready to start afresh.     I come to you with the varied past,  Reminiscence of the Yin and the Yang self.  Cluttered thoughts frame my present,  Future, desiring to see betterment.     Radiance of your every drop,  Reminds me to see moments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/35683056380929780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=35683056380929780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/35683056380929780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/35683056380929780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/rains-o-rains.html' title='Rains O Rains'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-851092528719467795</id><published>2007-09-02T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:07:53.551+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Empyrean Aplomb</title><summary type='text'>It’s gonna be by the hill side,   Just a canopy by the peak.     Lotsa drapes free flowing,   Moving in sync with the winds grandeur.     Blue Orchids to the white lilies randomly picked and placed,   Adding their beauty in silence for the moment awaited.     Melodies to melt the hearts flowing out of the musicians magical hands,  From the guitars to the piano casting their own mystical spells.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/851092528719467795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=851092528719467795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/851092528719467795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/851092528719467795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/distant-wedding-bells.html' title='Empyrean Aplomb'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-6105050754681617833</id><published>2007-09-02T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:14:58.017+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Vows</title><summary type='text'>   Days passed by, one after the other,    Holding the fingers, that guided over coming years.    Growing in separate worlds, walking our very own stead,    Joyous moments lived, from the childhood to adolescence.       Day came when; our world’s met face to face,    Formal occasions set, for an auspicious new beginning.    Families met first, followed by our thoughts,    Then came our interests </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/6105050754681617833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=6105050754681617833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6105050754681617833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6105050754681617833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/09/wedding-vows.html' title='Wedding Vows'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-2610717787599741092</id><published>2007-08-20T18:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:20:36.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shooting amidst the air</title><summary type='text'>1,2,3,....... counts leading to infinity.So seemed the distant between us.Me, with the heart felt efforts to count Your presenceand You with Your starry light looking at the tiny me.Though the distance separating us was in the infinite light years...I could still feel Your presence, every moment, every breathand at times every gap between the breath.Wow!!!.. is all that I felt.You came up every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/2610717787599741092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=2610717787599741092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2610717787599741092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2610717787599741092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/08/shooting-amidst-air.html' title='Shooting amidst the air'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-635059349913160460</id><published>2007-04-06T18:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:15:06.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unseen..Unspoken..Unfelt</title><summary type='text'>Lost in the qualms of my life,  I search for the enigma to purify my soul.  All I could draw on was one small aspect,  Wanting to know the unknown.     The heart’s searching for the one not found  Help me someone, in finding the one I am searching.     It’s been a long haul in waiting for,  The one who’ll melt my heart in her arrival.     Let me embrace her like the moonlight  Embraces the night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/635059349913160460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=635059349913160460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/635059349913160460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/635059349913160460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/04/unseenunspokenunfelt.html' title='Unseen..Unspoken..Unfelt'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8256014179102084671</id><published>2007-04-06T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:10:51.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weathery Weatherman</title><summary type='text'>Complication unwinds its full self when it was least anticipated in the day of the light. When life seemed to be rosy, situations thronged up, reminding of the thorny side of it. Pacing against the past, Weatherman was not ready for another race of emotions.      Dwelling into the soul talk, like before, never hoped for its darker side. But the clouds seemed really mysterious for there was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8256014179102084671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8256014179102084671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8256014179102084671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8256014179102084671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/04/weathery-weatherman.html' title='Weathery Weatherman'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1356172265818718861</id><published>2007-01-22T20:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:17:52.922+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reasoning For .....</title><summary type='text'>Hold on to your pace For, I will be there to join you,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;Hold on to the shared memoriesFor, I will be there to redeem it. Look beyond the nightFor, the darkness is momentary.Look for a better tomorrowFor, this light will last a lifetime. Sight my very visitFor, I will be there to hold you tight.Sight for the times togetherFor, that will cling on to our very living. Clasp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1356172265818718861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1356172265818718861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1356172265818718861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1356172265818718861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/reasoning-for.html' title='Reasoning For .....'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8018952318701430225</id><published>2007-01-22T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:03:06.898+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wanna</title><summary type='text'>Oh there, come out of your shell cos,  I wanna see you, I wanna meet you.  Don’t be closed in your world cos,  I wanna know you, I wanna listen to you.     Walk into my life, from the side of your world cos,  I wanna touch you, I wanna give you,  Rest in my arms, easing your total self cos,  I wanna feel you, I wanna breathe you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8018952318701430225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8018952318701430225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8018952318701430225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8018952318701430225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna.html' title='I wanna'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-2777281715915963096</id><published>2007-01-06T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:36:08.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><summary type='text'>What you see is not what you believe..What you believe is not what you see..Seeing and believing is something which is what I wanna see and believe!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/2777281715915963096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=2777281715915963096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2777281715915963096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/2777281715915963096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-6940359648693202499</id><published>2007-01-06T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:33:59.982+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lonely .......</title><summary type='text'>Walking down the path, came across a wood burning into ashes. What an Irony of life...so seemed my life. Once bloomed with the pallet of colors never picturised. Now turns out to be that the life colored itself black and white.Is that all ???Some harsh memories , some disturbing truth and occasional dose of momentary pleasures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/6940359648693202499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=6940359648693202499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6940359648693202499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/6940359648693202499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/lonely.html' title='Lonely .......'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-8890787651083193162</id><published>2007-01-06T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:30:15.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Conversation</title><summary type='text'>) - Rains, reminds me to live my life again, just to enjoy the serene beauty that every single drop radiates, reflections of my life just the same.-()- Talk about being poetic. That held meaning in depth though. Making full use of solitude and climate it seems...) - Glimpse of life itself is so beautiful , then imagine the essence of understanding the depth, discovering life within life...-()- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/8890787651083193162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=8890787651083193162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8890787651083193162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/8890787651083193162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/rainy-conversation.html' title='Rainy Conversation'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7558680692526929092</id><published>2007-01-06T11:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:34:27.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zest</title><summary type='text'>The rythm of life did pace up when the rains and the wind took their turns playing their charm. The aura created was  enough to  glitter any aspect that could imbibe a life within.  My wishes reach greater heights when it comes to being part of the charming presence, but the fact is disturbing, especially to learn that the soul doesn't have a body to enjoy the graceful nativity.There were days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7558680692526929092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7558680692526929092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7558680692526929092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7558680692526929092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/zest.html' title='Zest'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-954581608810725101</id><published>2007-01-06T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:05:13.925+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Matrix of Life</title><summary type='text'>There I stand , embracing the purity that breezes all over from the unknown. Looking above  reminds me of the surreal divinity,  the charismatic truth of unveiling  the mystery. The truth foreseen to be the end or the beginning,  depending on the visionary surveillance of the human  psychic. Bending down, I catch the glimpse of the reality or so called the life going mechanical!  Souls passing by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/954581608810725101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=954581608810725101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/954581608810725101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/954581608810725101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/matrix-of-life.html' title='Matrix of Life'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-1901900947353628289</id><published>2007-01-06T10:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:08:15.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arrival of the significant change</title><summary type='text'>The days are the same until I came across the one that made a difference. Strange to believe but surprisingly true, that I'v fallen into the trap which I was always running away from. Though it's a little difficult to convince myself to believe the same, but the fact remains evident that I am into it, especially when my whole aspect of looking at things did change.Alas, should I call it the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/1901900947353628289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=1901900947353628289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1901900947353628289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/1901900947353628289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/arrival-of-significant-change.html' title='Arrival of the significant change'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7212892927685825010</id><published>2007-01-06T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:39:13.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Destiny...</title><summary type='text'>Destiny has a defined plan for a living. This might sound very common, as everyone blame their fate, the only other half of destiny, for every action.But what is destiny?Given a thought, it is something which abides us to have belief in the supreme divinity.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/7212892927685825010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=7212892927685825010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7212892927685825010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/7212892927685825010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/destiny.html' title='Destiny...'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-112214406989354563</id><published>2007-01-06T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:36:00.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Search</title><summary type='text'>Search your own heart with all the diligence , for out of it flows the issues of life.This is where the mind plays the vital role as it rules the hearts musings!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/112214406989354563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=112214406989354563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/112214406989354563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/112214406989354563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2007/01/search.html' title='Search'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-116232438393485388</id><published>2006-11-01T01:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:24:40.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life Perturbed</title><summary type='text'>Life, through its course of journey, sought to define its path. Seeking an answer to itself for the led path. At the relevance, there were thousands of questions raised, Why’s for What’s done!Mortal competency is what one strives to achieve in his course of Life. Topping the list of “to be what one wants to be”, this race of so called “living and proving” exhausts the Life at the end of it. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/116232438393485388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=116232438393485388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/116232438393485388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/116232438393485388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-perturbed.html' title='Life Perturbed'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-115606324377102433</id><published>2006-08-20T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:10:43.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Existence…</title><summary type='text'> Mystery cloudeth my mind for the state of being,Unable to visualize the trail of incidents that occurred…But still I stood, handicapped out in the Sun,Trying to decipher my existence…. Was it real or a matrix?Memories jetting back to birth and the new beginning,An existence redefined with the physical entity.Headstrong with the vision, I was here to run the course of time,With embedded thoughts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/115606324377102433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=115606324377102433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115606324377102433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115606324377102433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2006/08/existence.html' title='Existence…'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-115598243741148254</id><published>2006-08-19T15:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:43:57.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quest thy Holy Grail.............</title><summary type='text'>Holy Grail...... an alternative truth to what is in existence .. the belief ... the legend.HOLY GRAIL is within us. The conscience of every individual gears up to be the HOLY GRAIL. It differs with perception.Some call it the cup,others swear by the document, but what i see is the ignorance of the mankind to search for somethinig which is undefined, imaginery (unless you are part of the Priory of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/115598243741148254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=115598243741148254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115598243741148254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115598243741148254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2006/08/quest-thy-holy-grail.html' title='Quest thy Holy Grail.............'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-115504418952615300</id><published>2006-08-08T18:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:13:30.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>discover thy world, for it may hold the opening to your universe!!!</title><summary type='text'>Seek wat u want, let alone wat the world comments on it..... drive ur life!Uplift urself to the sky,for u can reach the stars that seemed far away...sky not the limit!Push ur limits, for u can achieve the unimaginable....unravel ur thoughts!Relish every moment, for that deciphers ur life..........decoded is heavenly!Insulate from the routine, for that kills ur imagination...thoughts fly high!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/115504418952615300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=115504418952615300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115504418952615300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115504418952615300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2006/08/discover-thy-world-for-it-may-hold.html' title='discover thy world, for it may hold the opening to your universe!!!'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-115504129331166540</id><published>2006-08-08T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:18:13.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Notice thy walk..cos there you find a path</title><summary type='text'>Walk..... walk through your LIFE ,cos it is the only action that'l take you where you wanna be....walk.....but notice your walk, cos that is what will matter where you wanna be.....Walk your steady way by holding hands is what you'v learnt from memories..but define your walk for that matters your real purpose of the walk....walk alone ... for that is what throws light at your inner self,but do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/feeds/115504129331166540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32391378&amp;postID=115504129331166540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115504129331166540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32391378/posts/default/115504129331166540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/2006/08/notice-thy-walkcos-there-you-find-path.html' title='Notice thy walk..cos there you find a path'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
