<?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-18943054</id><updated>2012-02-03T11:38:26.571-05:00</updated><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Empty Spaces .. Lonliness.. Wilderness.. Madness..</title><subtitle type='html'>This space about my way of seeing the things around and within.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3999605434519312551</id><published>2009-01-23T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:24:48.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionare</title><content type='html'>It can be safely said that the movie has struck a chord with people across the globe alike. We all love underdogs. Whenever we go for any sports match, cricket or soccer, baseball or football, seeing the underdog win is always a thrill. Not just thrill, a source of hope also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All societies look upto the person who can rise from his conditions and make a life for himself. And this is very typically true of American society. No matter where you are from but if you can show that you have the courage to stand up, it will listen to you. That is why, Barack Obama is so looked up in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of digression. The point I am trying to make is that Slumdog Millionare strikes a chord with the human spirit which is to endure, to hope and to prevail. Of course I do not want to take the credit away from skillful direction of Danny Boyle, background score of AR Rahman and nifty editing. I could not look away from the screen while watching the movie, it was so engrossing. Despite of some criticism about the movie, I am looking forward to the movie winning couple of oscars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3999605434519312551?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3999605434519312551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3999605434519312551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3999605434519312551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3999605434519312551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionare.html' title='Slumdog Millionare'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-2261999157668678228</id><published>2008-12-08T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:39.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>elitist syndrome</title><content type='html'>The disease which affects us, whenever we are on our way to "progress". I am suffering from it chronically, therefore, I am such a waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-2261999157668678228?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/2261999157668678228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=2261999157668678228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2261999157668678228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2261999157668678228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/12/elitist-syndrome.html' title='elitist syndrome'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8228530850510898632</id><published>2008-07-07T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:00:15.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is interesting?</title><content type='html'>I just figured out that skimming anything is boring and monotonous whereas delving deeper and discovering the subtleties is what is interesting. Contradict me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8228530850510898632?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8228530850510898632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8228530850510898632&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8228530850510898632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8228530850510898632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-interesting.html' title='What is interesting?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3708242202675020233</id><published>2008-05-14T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:12:43.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a story</title><content type='html'>The reality is not like the way I imagined it to be&lt;br /&gt;You are not as warm as I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Life wants me to change the way I perceive it&lt;br /&gt;But I am adamant and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;I will live the way I always wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination will not be afraid of reality&lt;br /&gt;it has nothing to loose&lt;br /&gt;it does not exist even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will live on, with our faith&lt;br /&gt;with our ways&lt;br /&gt;without guiles&lt;br /&gt;till we die&lt;br /&gt;and beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3708242202675020233?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3708242202675020233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3708242202675020233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3708242202675020233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3708242202675020233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/05/story.html' title='a story'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5006591412648361605</id><published>2008-05-12T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:51:46.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wisdom of a mad man can be compared to the calmness after a storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5006591412648361605?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5006591412648361605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5006591412648361605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5006591412648361605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5006591412648361605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/05/wisdom-of-mad-man-can-be-compared-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1716493495370720998</id><published>2008-04-28T03:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:39:27.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool</title><content type='html'>Oh you fool! stop crying at your mistakes and failures. Try to see what led to them. It is your character and not momentary loss of conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1716493495370720998?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1716493495370720998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1716493495370720998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1716493495370720998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1716493495370720998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/04/fool.html' title='Fool'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-9085771411452142911</id><published>2008-03-31T03:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:41:04.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another season of Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>In a more softer words, too soft and flexible. Lot of times, I didnt know that I had an identity crisis, I just lost myself. Of course, I was very rude and pretty uncomfortable. I was being the one o decide right and wrong and judging everyone. I had tough times in all kinds of relationships. I just could not take anybody's faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about Individualism or personality. One thing which I was trying to have and did not know what I was becoming. I used to look up to people and also look down at few. What a stark hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all "we are the actors on this center stage". What a spiritual piece by Shakespeare. It fills so much tranquility into the reader when he reads it. It also tells you that no one is superior or inferior. Obviously, it can be easily disregarded in the life we lead today when we are always trying move forward inch by inch and our measure of performance is how better are we doing as compared to other fellas who are our competitors. Corporate rules should there and not get imbibed in people's life. It does most of times though, when I see my friends ditching their long term boyfriend because their parents have found someone who makes more money. Survival of the fittest. Darwin has equated humans to animals. On personal note, I believe humans lacking courage are indeed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I do not want to live without: Belief, Courage, Sympathy, Speech, Action.&lt;br /&gt;Five thing I want to live without: Identity, Pride, Sloth, Greed, Lust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-9085771411452142911?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/9085771411452142911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=9085771411452142911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/9085771411452142911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/9085771411452142911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-season-of-identity-crisis.html' title='Another season of Identity Crisis'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-9012409944822034039</id><published>2008-03-28T01:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:35:53.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Few true stories, the names are changed to preseve privacy.</title><content type='html'>Raunak, a boy of 19 years goes to his first date. Takes a book to read so that it easy to wait for the date. The book is Java Programming made simple. Years later, the boy works as a programmar in a bay area startup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganesh, a boy of 12 years old is bullied in soccer field by everyone else so he feels intimidated by everyone. So, he plays bad and wish not to see these guys from next day onwards. He doesnt feel like taking revenge, may be he is not courageous enough. Years later, he gets fascinated by soccer so, wants to play the game well. This time he is not bullied but appreciated for his kind of game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pratap, a boy of 4 years old likes to do math. He does usual math calculations faster than what people do it on calculator. People are amazed and he is surprised, why is everyone so dumb. He still does math well though not that good. But, now he likes to watch stars than doing number crunching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raka, a boy of 8 years old always took the negative roles in school plays e.g. Ravan in Ramayan. He still likes to act as devil though in real life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jambu, never got bored when he was a kid. He could play multi-player card games by himself acting as different people when required. Now, he can play chess also by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patlu, always an underweight in school still a lanky. Women think he cant take their cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaptu, always used to surprise people with his skills, humor and performances. The magic is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gultu, always liked gult women when as a kid, still has crush on a gult-ish girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaku, always liked his mum, till today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-9012409944822034039?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/9012409944822034039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=9012409944822034039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/9012409944822034039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/9012409944822034039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-true-stories-names-are-changed-to.html' title='Few true stories, the names are changed to preseve privacy.'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6151696275090317754</id><published>2008-03-14T16:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:06:12.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I ever wanted my son to be like anyone, it's Sachin Tendulkar."</title><content type='html'>PANCHKULA, March 14:  "Going, going, gone" No Indian cricket follower can ever forget TV commentator Tony Greig's excitement on seeing a Sachin Tendulkar straight hit, off Michael Kasprowicz, vanish into the stands in Sharjah in 1998. Even ten years down the line, there was a similar excitement in Greig's voice when he talked about Tendulkar. "To me, Sachin is the greatest cricketer ever," said Greig, making it clear in one simple sentence what he feels about the Little Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former England captain, who has been associated with the game for over 40 years in different capacities, was quick to justify his choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you only talk about cricketing abilities, Sir Gary Sobers is No 1. But it's not just about how you play, but the way you carry yourself on and off the field. And in that regard, Sachin is head and shoulders above other cricketing greats," Greig told the TOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greig recalled something that Sir Don Bradman once told to him about Sachin's batting. " 'This boy has the natural ability to pick length It's the hallmark of a genius'. Sir Don's words still ring in my ears," said the burly Englishman a touch emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to rank Tendulkar's centuries, because each one is "priceless in its own way. But it's for sure that you'll have to prize me out of the commentary box when he is batting," Greig added. He agreed that Tendulkar isn't the same batsman that he was five years back. "But it doesn't matter. The way he changed himself according to the demands of his team only underlines his greatness. Not many can do that," said Greig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Greig, what actually sets Sachin apart from the other greats is the way the Mumbai maestro carries himself off the field. "Being the God of India for so long, it surprises me no end to see the way he has handled fame. He is still the same down-to-earth man he was 15 years back," Greig said, adding: "If I ever wanted my son to be like anyone, it's Sachin Tendulkar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also credited the champion batsman for the way he took the fight to the Australians in the recent series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All credit to Sachin, Harbhajan Singh, Kumble and Dhoni for the way they took the fight to the Aussies," said Greig.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://cricket.indiatimes.com/Tendulkar_is_the_greatest_cricketer_ever_says_Greig/articleshow/2867212.cms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6151696275090317754?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6151696275090317754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3501584724654124679</id><published>2008-03-10T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:49:38.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it was me who was in between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, it were you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was no me and no you,&lt;br /&gt;in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3501584724654124679?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3501584724654124679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3501584724654124679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3501584724654124679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3501584724654124679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-it-was-me-who-was-in-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6319678763293644971</id><published>2008-02-23T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:01:01.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you happy?</title><content type='html'>If happiness is the measure then animals are better off in west and humans in the east.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6319678763293644971?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6319678763293644971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6319678763293644971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6319678763293644971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6319678763293644971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-happy.html' title='Are you happy?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4170962105185117755</id><published>2008-02-21T00:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:37:07.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Discovery for Woman (also for Man).</title><content type='html'>http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7254523.stm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4170962105185117755?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4170962105185117755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4170962105185117755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4170962105185117755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4170962105185117755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/02/greatest-discovery-for-woman-and-so-for.html' title='Greatest Discovery for Woman (also for Man).'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-827454739934747811</id><published>2008-02-13T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:33:40.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My condolences to Late Rajender Nath</title><content type='html'>You may be forgotten now because you played the role of a clown which is often thankless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-827454739934747811?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/827454739934747811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=827454739934747811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/827454739934747811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/827454739934747811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-condolences-to-late-rajender-nath.html' title='My condolences to Late Rajender Nath'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3152478436580610214</id><published>2008-02-08T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:27:43.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know whyeee</title><content type='html'>when I am alone, I am sensitive&lt;br /&gt;when I am nervous, I shiver&lt;br /&gt;when I see nice people, I become like this :)&lt;br /&gt;when I listen to jazz, I am on my toes&lt;br /&gt;I associate every human with an animal and I know it is weird...&lt;br /&gt;I do not get bored from doing the activities I like to do&lt;br /&gt;from meeting the people I like&lt;br /&gt;from watching the movies I get lost in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe life is to get lost in and then realize aah...&lt;br /&gt;I could have done better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize living alone will give me so many emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or it is you also?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3152478436580610214?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7150469767654148380</id><published>2008-02-03T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:02:12.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blank sheet</title><content type='html'>Most of the times our mind is filled with thoughts, worries, plans, excitements etc. But there are some moments when we are just blank, thinking of what to do. This post is for those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you just not do lot of things which are pending and you are sitting idle.&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't you think about the girl or the guy you met last night just because you think the other person is not thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you judge the person, rather than forgiving him.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you care so much about other people's opinion such that you wont speak your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you plan/contemplate so much when the most real thing is the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would because some phases of life are like those nice movies which we cherish.&lt;br /&gt;I would because sometimes it is not worth speaking what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;If you dont judge then how would you like something&lt;br /&gt;I wont because it is quite useless and most often than not I wont meet her again.&lt;br /&gt;I would cause loosing yourself in thoughts is a pleasure which only few people can enjoy when they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of questions are answers I made up for myself. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7150469767654148380?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7150469767654148380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7150469767654148380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7150469767654148380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7150469767654148380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/02/blank-sheet.html' title='blank sheet'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1199205014089581122</id><published>2008-01-25T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:26:29.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian gods tame Kangaroos</title><content type='html'>With all credit the Indian team deserves, I am wondering where should I credit all the catches Aussies are dropping, it has to be some Indian god who is doing the magic. Kudos to him and obviously to Kumble's men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidents like this are called as coincident by the rationals and believers say that if you do wrong then you get wrong. Justice prevails, one way or other. I am not bothered about the truth but I am relishing the justice, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like opinions on this, if there is anyone reading. thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1199205014089581122?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1199205014089581122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1199205014089581122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1199205014089581122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1199205014089581122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/01/indian-gods-tame-kangaroos.html' title='Indian gods tame Kangaroos'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1941956392638426116</id><published>2008-01-19T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:16:54.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolution or confession</title><content type='html'>I will not stalk the women I have liked so far! Not even when I am down, it never helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1941956392638426116?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1941956392638426116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1941956392638426116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1941956392638426116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1941956392638426116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-resolution-or-confession.html' title='new year resolution or confession'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3802803382756178585</id><published>2008-01-17T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:29:53.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>irony</title><content type='html'>The sense of happiness and satisfaction you get after realizing the so much unhappiness around life is a beautiful irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3802803382756178585?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3802803382756178585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3802803382756178585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3802803382756178585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3802803382756178585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/01/irony.html' title='irony'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-2108243400983499880</id><published>2008-01-08T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:40:55.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Harbhajan racist?</title><content type='html'>Might be. So can be the Mumbai crowd who was chanting monkey slogans to Symonds. But, we do not want anti-racist lessons from the disrespectful, arrogant and sour mouthed aussies. All in all, I believe racism is another hypocrisy of west at large. They were the one who introduced racism at a very large scale during colonial rule and now they have become preachers of anti-racism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-2108243400983499880?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/2108243400983499880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=2108243400983499880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2108243400983499880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2108243400983499880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-harbhajan-racist.html' title='Is Harbhajan racist?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8660696969905343653</id><published>2008-01-06T04:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:06:45.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dignity in defeat</title><content type='html'>http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/606/A30735777&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This match is a perfect example of a beautiful game reduced to a drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8660696969905343653?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8660696969905343653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8660696969905343653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8660696969905343653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8660696969905343653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2008/01/dignity-in-defeat.html' title='Dignity in defeat'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-2456799637516759679</id><published>2007-12-31T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:49:27.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend</title><content type='html'>I love you more than thou&lt;br /&gt;You are part of me now and ever&lt;br /&gt;But, do not test me&lt;br /&gt;its not that I love you not&lt;br /&gt;but I fear&lt;br /&gt;that I am too weak&lt;br /&gt;to stand by my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-2456799637516759679?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/2456799637516759679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=2456799637516759679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2456799637516759679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2456799637516759679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-friend.html' title='my friend'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6885411426196621457</id><published>2007-12-26T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:15:12.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Madman</title><content type='html'>Was jesus a mad man? He gave up every face and an easy death for a life full of pain. How long do you think you can carry with the masks you put on for different kind of people. Do you believe that this is going to work out one day? Are we lying to ourselves. When are we going to stop. Why do we need so much security?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being good and true worth enough for a painful existence. Who has knitted this web of lies and insecurities around me? I was born free and now I live as a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we women enough to be strong and man enough to cry or we are pretending to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is madness a virtue or a curse? how far are we ready to go? What kind of drivers we are when we are so afraid of the finish line. The soul is free and pure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6885411426196621457?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6885411426196621457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6885411426196621457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6885411426196621457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6885411426196621457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/12/madman.html' title='The Madman'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5216898736502046831</id><published>2007-12-12T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:26:53.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a Masochist</title><content type='html'>There was one masochist. At the end of his life he said he wants to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5216898736502046831?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5216898736502046831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5216898736502046831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5216898736502046831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5216898736502046831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/12/confession-of-masochist.html' title='Confession of a Masochist'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-98898565731594577</id><published>2007-12-10T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:43:55.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Fall or not</title><content type='html'>I fell for her, and she stepped over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I decided not to fall any more, in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am tired of walking without falling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again, even if you have to leave the next moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-98898565731594577?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/98898565731594577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=98898565731594577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/98898565731594577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/98898565731594577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-fall-or-not.html' title='To Fall or not'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6219861820739363824</id><published>2007-10-22T02:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:47:36.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good</title><content type='html'>Feel good is usually associated with women because it is associated with feminine hormones. But, men these days are also quite feminine in this aspect specially the metro sexual ones. I guess it usually comes from what people around us think about us. So, doesn't this way of feel good is the manifestation of our insecurity about ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant we rise in our own eyes and have a better opinion about ourselves and as a result feel good about ourselves. After all, most of our activities like shopping, fine dining etc are aimed to achieve what we can achieve by nice thoughts, emotions, warmth yada yada yada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6219861820739363824?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6219861820739363824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6219861820739363824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6219861820739363824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6219861820739363824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/10/feel-good.html' title='Feel Good'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4768134475932571000</id><published>2007-10-11T04:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T04:48:50.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Present, Past and Future</title><content type='html'>It all depends on your present. If you are not happy with it, you regret the past and do not long for the future. So, improve the present, make now blissful. This is Eureka!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4768134475932571000?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4768134475932571000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4768134475932571000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4768134475932571000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4768134475932571000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/10/present-past-and-future.html' title='Present, Past and Future'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3575537864287248020</id><published>2007-10-02T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:01:41.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do women want?</title><content type='html'>Uncertainty with Security&lt;br /&gt;Adventure with Coziness&lt;br /&gt;Lust with Love&lt;br /&gt;Wildness with Calmness&lt;br /&gt;Hardness followed by Softness&lt;br /&gt;Bizarreness with Balance&lt;br /&gt;Weirdness but not very much idiosyncrasy&lt;br /&gt;Subtleness and not blatantness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are like life, none of the rule will work all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3575537864287248020?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3575537864287248020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3575537864287248020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3575537864287248020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3575537864287248020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-do-women-want.html' title='What do women want?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8587874425588151812</id><published>2007-09-30T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:55:10.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The turn around</title><content type='html'>There was a boy from a small town in India. He was brought up in a conservative environment, so he didn't booze, ate meat and so was trying to preserve his purity. Then he met a friend and they became close friends. The other friend had modern values like he would do those things which the protagonist thought are forbidden. The friend convinced him to cross the line step by step and see what lies on the other side. The boy liked it and started enjoying it. One day he bought living chickens to the house and butchered them in front of his friend. Then when he served that chicken to his friend his refused to eat whereas the boy enjoyed it inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is devil and who is pure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8587874425588151812?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8587874425588151812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8587874425588151812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8587874425588151812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8587874425588151812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/09/turn-around.html' title='The turn around'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3380313028825968207</id><published>2007-09-25T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T04:06:09.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Mirage</title><content type='html'>Perceptions, Hallucinations, Virtuality, Reality, who defines what is what and who is who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I define myself, I discover a side which is not in the definition. However, there is always a difference in how I perceive myself and how others do. The perceptions give rise to biases like blacks do drugs, whites are greedy, Muslims are terrorists, I am an asshole, I have an attitude problem, yada yada yad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we are meeting anyone, most of the time we are biased by what we have heard and learned. But, aren't these perceptions very superficial. Why doesn't we say Blacks love Jazz, they are straight from heart, lively and fun people. Why doesn't people say that Whites are the most disciplined people on earth and Muslims are the most spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the negative perception dominates so much, where there is so much positivity. Why is the devil winning in our hearts? May be because of what we do in our day, what we eat and what we think. We are fueling the devil with whatever it needs: lust and greed of all forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is in the question, Me, or you, or the guy you hate, or ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3380313028825968207?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3380313028825968207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3380313028825968207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3380313028825968207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3380313028825968207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-as-mirage.html' title='Life as a Mirage'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7359023821074827844</id><published>2007-09-24T03:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T03:04:57.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Photography</title><content type='html'>http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/07/south_asia_india0_a_kite0s_eye_view/html/1.stm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7359023821074827844?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7359023821074827844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7359023821074827844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7359023821074827844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7359023821074827844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/09/kite-photography.html' title='Kite Photography'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7033541251144516377</id><published>2007-09-23T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:08:01.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem with rhymes</title><content type='html'>Lets run, in the wild sun&lt;br /&gt;Lets play to make the hay of the day&lt;br /&gt;Lets fight, not to test the might&lt;br /&gt;Lets loose without taking booze&lt;br /&gt;Lets cry in the midst of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Lets try to fly&lt;br /&gt;Lets smile without a guile&lt;br /&gt;Lets speak to remove all the tweaks&lt;br /&gt;Lets look inside the book&lt;br /&gt;Lets feel the pain as if it is as natural as rain&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tolerating :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7033541251144516377?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7033541251144516377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7033541251144516377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7033541251144516377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7033541251144516377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/09/poem-with-rhymes.html' title='A poem with rhymes'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7121691868436646935</id><published>2007-09-14T03:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T03:55:36.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight</title><content type='html'>The weight of my own ambitions&lt;br /&gt;The expectations of my own people&lt;br /&gt;A short memory of the glorious past&lt;br /&gt;And a cruel present&lt;br /&gt;Everything is there in front of us&lt;br /&gt;Our creation&lt;br /&gt;the very ghost&lt;br /&gt;is stealing every moment of our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself&lt;br /&gt;Stab the ghost&lt;br /&gt;Liberate yourself&lt;br /&gt;Be free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7121691868436646935?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7121691868436646935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7121691868436646935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7121691868436646935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7121691868436646935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight.html' title='The weight'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1047413368171363601</id><published>2007-09-05T03:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:35:49.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Name</title><content type='html'>Wild Spirits dancing like mad women&lt;br /&gt;in the bodies of men and women&lt;br /&gt;making us pay for the every moment of existence&lt;br /&gt;Never letting us settle&lt;br /&gt;Always making us unstable&lt;br /&gt;May be they know our purpose of existence&lt;br /&gt;To achieve something we cant perceive&lt;br /&gt;To feel something which is more than orgasm and more than any pain&lt;br /&gt;To take us to new frontiers&lt;br /&gt;To realize us that all our limits are our own creation&lt;br /&gt;To understand that there is one and only one soul&lt;br /&gt;of this world which unites everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, choose something very bizarre and random and search withing while doing it. Liberation comes from activities of all kinds physical, mental and emotional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1047413368171363601?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1047413368171363601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1047413368171363601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1047413368171363601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1047413368171363601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-name_05.html' title='No Name'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8613384305486682448</id><published>2007-09-05T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:32:07.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Name</title><content type='html'>Wild Spirits dancing like mad women&lt;br /&gt;in the bodies of men and women&lt;br /&gt;making us pay for the every moment of existence&lt;br /&gt;Never letting us settle&lt;br /&gt;Always making us unstable&lt;br /&gt;May be they know our purpose of existence&lt;br /&gt;To achieve something we cant perceive&lt;br /&gt;To feel something which is more than orgasm and more than any pain&lt;br /&gt;To take us to new frontiers&lt;br /&gt;To realize us that all our limits are our own creation&lt;br /&gt;To understand that there is one and only one soul&lt;br /&gt;of this world which unites everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, choose something very bizarre and random and search withing while doing it. Liberation comes from activities of all kinds physical, mental and emotional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8613384305486682448?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8613384305486682448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8613384305486682448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8613384305486682448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8613384305486682448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-name.html' title='No Name'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-2957751816432091627</id><published>2007-08-30T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:37:28.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>being born again</title><content type='html'>Again feels like a new birth&lt;br /&gt;like a new awakening&lt;br /&gt;When I take a vow that I wont die again&lt;br /&gt;But I fear like each time&lt;br /&gt;I will loose the track of my breadth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-2957751816432091627?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/2957751816432091627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=2957751816432091627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2957751816432091627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2957751816432091627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-born-again.html' title='being born again'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5275204246743813480</id><published>2007-08-25T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:37:48.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I could say the unsaid words&lt;br /&gt;I could realize the unrealized fantacies&lt;br /&gt;I could do the undone activities&lt;br /&gt;I hope my soul will be in peace then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hazaaron khwaishein aisi&lt;br /&gt;ki har khwaish pe dum nikle&lt;br /&gt;Bahut nikle mere armaan&lt;br /&gt;lekin phir bhi kam nikle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mirza Ghalib&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5275204246743813480?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5275204246743813480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5275204246743813480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5275204246743813480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5275204246743813480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5468151575006595883</id><published>2007-08-24T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:59:17.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment!</title><content type='html'>The moment is all about living in it. It is also like a bubble which bursts to create space for the new one. Some bubbles are very nice and some are not so. The nicer ones are the ones which overlap a lot of other bubbles also and leave a smile on our face when they go. The not so nice ones are like their names and we try to burst them. But, they still appear again and again, specially when our times are not so good. They try to push us further down and choke us. But, then there are the nice ones which fight with the bad ones and help us come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the bubbles from future come back to present and take its space. Then, we start longing about what we want from life and fear from our fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is our Mind, which is more complicated than a woman, and hence I never understand it. But, I do listen to it sometimes. It tells us to see the current bubble and see the nothingness inside it and live in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Mother, who lets us face everything. She is the source of all courage and character in us. She tells us to listen to our heart, when in confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5468151575006595883?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5468151575006595883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5468151575006595883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5468151575006595883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5468151575006595883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/moment.html' title='The moment!'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8548088613743249120</id><published>2007-08-18T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:10:11.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unchanging life</title><content type='html'>Feels like the first summer&lt;br /&gt;when we were young and restless&lt;br /&gt;when the horizons were filled with joys&lt;br /&gt;when we used to dream&lt;br /&gt;when we used to trust&lt;br /&gt;when we used to please&lt;br /&gt;when we did not like to compete&lt;br /&gt;when we used to ask everything&lt;br /&gt;and not assume anything&lt;br /&gt;when we used to feel sad for poor and miserable&lt;br /&gt;when we used to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;afraid of ghosts and not humans&lt;br /&gt;when we used love everyone, back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were we&lt;br /&gt;and not them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you feel to rebel against the process of becoming more practical and acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8548088613743249120?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8548088613743249120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8548088613743249120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8548088613743249120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8548088613743249120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/unchanging-life.html' title='Unchanging life'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6623256821401344552</id><published>2007-08-15T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T06:03:53.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Swatantra Diwas</title><content type='html'>A salute to the unique soul of this nation which lives in one fifth of the whole of mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6623256821401344552?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6623256821401344552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6623256821401344552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6623256821401344552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6623256821401344552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-swatantra-diwas.html' title='Happy Swatantra Diwas'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3122791338926464302</id><published>2007-08-05T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:35:10.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder</title><content type='html'>I have lot of time these days, its not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I have no job and no girlfried, no problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find me intricate and complex, thats how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freak people out, the devil inside me gets nasty sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in zen sometimes, cause I find the solitude bliss most of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans, I find myself to fit in something for long time not to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of things, because subconsciously I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find peace in most chaotic situations, I dont know why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3122791338926464302?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3122791338926464302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3122791338926464302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3122791338926464302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3122791338926464302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-wonder.html' title='No Wonder'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1829209173903637064</id><published>2007-08-03T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:34:20.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to The Beautiful Game</title><content type='html'>I feel the same way I felt when I left India this time. I was leaving everyone I have lived with and everyone who lives in me. Today, again I am getting the same feeling on the thought that it is the last friday football game for me with the group I am playing since last 14 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football has been a way for me to look good, to meditate, to convince myself that if you love something that much, you can become a part of it. My most fantacies for last two years have been dedicated for the game. Couple of times I have refused to hang out with women because of scheduled game during that time. My reason of being happy on my bday was that I scored a very nice goal that day, I thought of it as a gift to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm thanks to all my beautiful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNWtwHgxeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y8c_ZakVN4g/s1600-h/p1010415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNWtwHgxeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y8c_ZakVN4g/s400/p1010415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094510947496674786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXlgHgxkI/AAAAAAAAABM/8WOSy4ncFto/s1600-h/img_8108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXlgHgxkI/AAAAAAAAABM/8WOSy4ncFto/s400/img_8108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094511905274381890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXhwHgxjI/AAAAAAAAABE/BZJvtWKgESI/s1600-h/img_8114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXhwHgxjI/AAAAAAAAABE/BZJvtWKgESI/s400/img_8114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094511840849872434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXVwHgxiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8nPJSkbQM1k/s1600-h/img_8113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXVwHgxiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8nPJSkbQM1k/s400/img_8113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094511634691442210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXOAHgxhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Q5srkYEpM_c/s1600-h/img_8089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXOAHgxhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Q5srkYEpM_c/s400/img_8089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094511501547456018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXHwHgxgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9M-JL2C5UIU/s1600-h/img_8006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNXHwHgxgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9M-JL2C5UIU/s400/img_8006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094511394173273602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNW7gHgxfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K2t67esA6vU/s1600-h/p1010430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNW7gHgxfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K2t67esA6vU/s400/p1010430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094511183719876082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1829209173903637064?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1829209173903637064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1829209173903637064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1829209173903637064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1829209173903637064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/tribute-to-beautiful-game.html' title='A tribute to The Beautiful Game'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RrNWtwHgxeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y8c_ZakVN4g/s72-c/p1010415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-900815166345725041</id><published>2007-08-02T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:06:55.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>A question we should ask ourselves, is it worth the price I am paying for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it can answer a lot of questions and save us from a lot of unpleasant experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-900815166345725041?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/900815166345725041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=900815166345725041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/900815166345725041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/900815166345725041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4931927304020948749</id><published>2007-07-26T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:34:21.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different colours, Different nationalities, One Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RqldAgHgxdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BBVKLoQq1cQ/s1600-h/5th-anni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RqldAgHgxdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BBVKLoQq1cQ/s400/5th-anni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091703116921882066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth anniversary celebration of our football group at Mark's (the guy in yellow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4931927304020948749?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4931927304020948749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4931927304020948749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4931927304020948749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4931927304020948749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/07/different-colours-different.html' title='Different colours, Different nationalities, One Love!'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RqldAgHgxdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BBVKLoQq1cQ/s72-c/5th-anni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5159311375655522906</id><published>2007-07-21T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:31:05.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>Try very hard, try to give just a little short of your best, so that there is a room for improvement, always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5159311375655522906?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5159311375655522906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5159311375655522906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5159311375655522906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5159311375655522906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/07/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7846582812600408433</id><published>2007-07-19T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:55:12.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>You are alone&lt;br /&gt;Your work is stuck in the middle, from a while.&lt;br /&gt;Your soulmates are not around&lt;br /&gt;You are longing for recognition, which no one gives you&lt;br /&gt;You are lost and disillusioned.&lt;br /&gt;But, it drizzles with a nice breeze&lt;br /&gt;And you put a soulful love song&lt;br /&gt;And the hope comes back, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7846582812600408433?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7846582812600408433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7846582812600408433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7846582812600408433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7846582812600408433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/07/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7357990613018311930</id><published>2007-07-10T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:53:30.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart, Mind ?</title><content type='html'>Would you listen to your mind and always take the most calculated decision or instead listen to your heart and wont mind going for an exhilarating ride, no matter where it is going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you listen to your senses and instincts and be wild all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on how do you perceive your life as, journey or destination. Is it a celebration in itself or a quest for our desires and ambitions. I think it is a wonderous journey which has no definite answers, no rights, no wrongs. Nothing is true and nothing is false, or as shakespeare puts it: "It is a stage, and we all are enacting our roles". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I try to see life from an outsider's perspective, I find it is a painting where colours are sometimes harmonious and rest of time chaotic. Is harmony is the only thing we want? Is chaos too disturbing? Does chaos lead to harmony? Is chaos the necessary phase to reach harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, are we moving in any direction, or our lives are just like sine waves. Going up and down without making us any more wiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7357990613018311930?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7357990613018311930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7357990613018311930&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7357990613018311930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7357990613018311930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/07/heart-mind.html' title='Heart, Mind ?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4684788570437766420</id><published>2007-07-04T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T02:16:22.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>She exists in the soul of the words, we speak.&lt;br /&gt;She exists in the soul of the characters, when we write.&lt;br /&gt;She can be found in the soul of the dance.&lt;br /&gt;She exists in the soul of the rain drops, which fall, clouds which hover, sometimes ominous, sometimes blissfull.&lt;br /&gt;She is beyond Good and Evil.&lt;br /&gt;She is the Virgin (Mary) and she is the Witch.&lt;br /&gt;She believes in only one rule, the rule of love.&lt;br /&gt;She believes in letting go, rather than withholding.&lt;br /&gt;She is the Woman, She is the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inspired poem after reading "The Witch of Portobello" by Paulo Coelho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4684788570437766420?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4684788570437766420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4684788570437766420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4684788570437766420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4684788570437766420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/07/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6855671304662231829</id><published>2007-05-29T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:45:36.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>syndrome of being vivering</title><content type='html'>Doing everything you can till the last moment, then you realise this is not what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is mess all around and inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are giving directions, ironically they are themselves lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one way, infact all roads are round abouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysteries are too many, and am running after them like a mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are disturbing and the future is uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any cure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6855671304662231829?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6855671304662231829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6855671304662231829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6855671304662231829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6855671304662231829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/05/syndrome-of-being-vivering.html' title='syndrome of being vivering'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7551301671293734674</id><published>2007-05-23T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:55:19.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity Vs Plasticity</title><content type='html'>Spontaneity Vs Craftiness&lt;br /&gt;Bliss Vs Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness Vs Loss of self&lt;br /&gt;Failure Vs Fear of Failure&lt;br /&gt;Honesty Vs Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Alive Vs Dead&lt;br /&gt;Security Vs Fear&lt;br /&gt;Respect for life Vs Love for life&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose your way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7551301671293734674?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7551301671293734674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7551301671293734674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7551301671293734674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7551301671293734674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/05/humanity-vs-plasticity.html' title='Humanity Vs Plasticity'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3843178780964850584</id><published>2007-05-22T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:17:26.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>song of devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/funny/weed-we-trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/funny/weed-we-trust.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me free&lt;br /&gt;even though are not for free&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Please never break my heart&lt;br /&gt;You dont bitch around&lt;br /&gt;I always wish you are around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a crush, but love&lt;br /&gt;longest ever I have loved someone&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could live with you, die with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have given my life a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;it is to be always around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have different taste&lt;br /&gt;different ways to embrace&lt;br /&gt;but to me, all ways seem the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise me you would be around&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I am on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3843178780964850584?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3843178780964850584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3843178780964850584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3843178780964850584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3843178780964850584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/05/song-of-devotion.html' title='song of devotion'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5606885045708317119</id><published>2007-05-12T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T16:35:48.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would a woman love a man?</title><content type='html'>Is it because of what a man is in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that man treats that woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both is not an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5606885045708317119?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5606885045708317119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5606885045708317119&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5606885045708317119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5606885045708317119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-would-woman-love-man.html' title='Why would a woman love a man?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5360459674287910516</id><published>2007-05-12T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:30:38.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss!</title><content type='html'>When you feel like dancing&lt;br /&gt;When every inch of you is bubbling&lt;br /&gt;When the time stops&lt;br /&gt;When love has filled the air&lt;br /&gt;When you can see into the eyes you want to look into&lt;br /&gt;When you are surrounded by friends&lt;br /&gt;When you are with people, who want to see you&lt;br /&gt;Its Homecoming again and here I come with my arms wide open, the same smile and tears filled eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Euphoric&lt;br /&gt;Music: Euphoria, Indian Ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5360459674287910516?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5360459674287910516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5360459674287910516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5360459674287910516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5360459674287910516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/05/bliss.html' title='Bliss!'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8042254782730445614</id><published>2007-05-06T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:22:08.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your father is drunk&lt;br /&gt;your mother is dating some other man&lt;br /&gt;the girl you like is cold&lt;br /&gt;your friends dont like you anymore&lt;br /&gt;your art, no one understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is always a reason not to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: a part of this text is borrowed, dont remember from where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8042254782730445614?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8042254782730445614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8042254782730445614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8042254782730445614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8042254782730445614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-father-is-drunk-your-mother-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1116555370403054405</id><published>2007-04-29T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:44:18.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a noble celebration</title><content type='html'>Life is a divine celebration of the seeing of our everlasting existence. It is to celebrated with divinity, charm, love and bliss. We have to think of our forefathers who has given us a heritage to be proud of, to look at and feel so small and yet so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we really express gratitude towards the art, beauty we enjoy everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we wake up and promise that we will add our bit to this human heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we wallow in joy, do we still remember what a joy is, or is it lost somewhere in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it happened ever that we have loved something or someone and say that I just want to see it and not possess it or may be want to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has to fill, since everyone is snatching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to physically die, that should not bother us. Lets share, spread bliss and smile in our toughest times. For a moment, lets feel as if we are free like our souls. Lets pick any road blindly knowning fully that all roads lead to thee. Lets dance, sing , La La La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not be greedy. No amount of material will make us happy, it will take our peace for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1116555370403054405?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1116555370403054405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1116555370403054405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1116555370403054405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1116555370403054405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/04/noble-celebration.html' title='a noble celebration'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7403626847040881328</id><published>2007-04-25T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:50:44.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny read.</title><content type='html'>http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/6587129.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7403626847040881328?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7403626847040881328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7403626847040881328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7403626847040881328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7403626847040881328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-read.html' title='A funny read.'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6887600268743609743</id><published>2007-04-20T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:38:08.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplation</title><content type='html'>When I look back, I see an ignorant brat leading an incomplete life full of complacency and contempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6887600268743609743?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6887600268743609743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6887600268743609743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6887600268743609743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6887600268743609743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/04/contemplation.html' title='contemplation'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-2422429091151175580</id><published>2007-04-16T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:50:47.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A naked boy</title><content type='html'>He stands stripped&lt;br /&gt;He looks unkempt&lt;br /&gt;His arms are wide open&lt;br /&gt;He sings&lt;br /&gt;He smiles&lt;br /&gt;He waits&lt;br /&gt;He loves&lt;br /&gt;He wants to spread happiness&lt;br /&gt;He is not afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are shining&lt;br /&gt;His smile charming&lt;br /&gt;but he is not the prince perfect&lt;br /&gt;He is weak&lt;br /&gt;He is vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;He cries&lt;br /&gt;He repents on his past life, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;He fears the loss of god, so he lives on faith&lt;br /&gt;He is impulsive&lt;br /&gt;He is nervous&lt;br /&gt;He wants to give it all he can&lt;br /&gt;He wants to explore what all he has&lt;br /&gt;He does not knows his goals, but he likes to score goals&lt;br /&gt;He does not know himself, at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-2422429091151175580?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/2422429091151175580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=2422429091151175580&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2422429091151175580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2422429091151175580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/04/naked-boy.html' title='A naked boy'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5874040765557600903</id><published>2007-04-16T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:54:25.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gere kisses Shetty</title><content type='html'>It makes a news, such a big one that it is on the front page of all newspapers and tv channels. His effigies are being burned and Shetty is being cursed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, lot of women at brothels are still having forced and unprotected sex. But, that does not tarnishes Indian culture, which we boast of so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like if it is within the four walls, all kinds of moral or immoral sex is OK, but do not do anything in public. What a SHAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5874040765557600903?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5874040765557600903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5874040765557600903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5874040765557600903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5874040765557600903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/04/gere-kisses-shetty.html' title='Gere kisses Shetty'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-867675622264982176</id><published>2007-04-03T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:34:21.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best goal of my football career</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RhK4VW0g-vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PdhdcdEZKmY/s1600-h/goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RhK4VW0g-vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PdhdcdEZKmY/s320/goofy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049300809278356210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pic: Gabe Vs I, rest are laughing. Thanks Melody, for taking a nice pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-867675622264982176?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/867675622264982176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=867675622264982176&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/867675622264982176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/867675622264982176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-goal-of-my-football-career.html' title='The best goal of my football career'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0fgcD2BuD0/RhK4VW0g-vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PdhdcdEZKmY/s72-c/goofy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4727233403364949593</id><published>2007-04-01T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:33:18.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of Liquification</title><content type='html'>I feel like a fluid, put me in any bottle you choose, I will be the one you want. I think we are supposed to be fluidish, so that we can be what we want to be and that too without making an effort. The reason we are not is that we are stiff most of the times. But, we should remember after all we are actors and we have to play different characters different times of our life. Therefore, lets not define ourselves because then we are making an effort to be solid. And we are supposed to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good actors in cinema are like this, they can act any role. So can we in this world of cinema. And all of us want to play our roles well, which are quite contrasting and occur in different phases of our lives. It is a spiritual idea because god is all and if we can be all, then we are close to god also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of problems, easy rides, critical times and if we can develop our senses well, then it is easy to act the way we always want to be. To have senses develop, we have to be in that moment, not before not after. It wont matter whether we win or loss, because it is that character who was won or lost. We are not that character, we are something higher. And when we dont have the anxiety of win or loss, we can play well and get joy from the whole process. This is bliss, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets try to flow or to swim or to float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pompeyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4727233403364949593?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4727233403364949593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4727233403364949593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4727233403364949593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4727233403364949593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/04/art-of-liquification.html' title='The art of Liquification'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8608291938808935341</id><published>2007-03-31T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:55:21.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of everyday</title><content type='html'>"Know that you are special, behave as you very ordinary" - Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8608291938808935341?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8608291938808935341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8608291938808935341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8608291938808935341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8608291938808935341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/03/thought-of-everyday_31.html' title='Thought of everyday'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8543519904443953585</id><published>2007-03-28T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:27:07.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>Look inside, and not outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8543519904443953585?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8543519904443953585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8543519904443953585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8543519904443953585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8543519904443953585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/03/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3752129127845118499</id><published>2007-03-25T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:45:52.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of everyday</title><content type='html'>"Will I be doing the same thing, if I know today is the last day."&lt;br /&gt;"Dont try to cover yourself, we are born naked and we have to die one day."&lt;br /&gt;- Steve Jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3752129127845118499?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3752129127845118499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3752129127845118499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3752129127845118499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3752129127845118499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/03/thought-of-everyday.html' title='Thought of everyday'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1654579422792957433</id><published>2007-03-22T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:43:53.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, son.</title><content type='html'>In the end, I am a loser, who is killing himself every moment in the hope of the moment of joy. He is blind, doesnt see the women who has pain in her eyes, but ogles at the women sitting next to her, who has the most kissable lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1654579422792957433?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1654579422792957433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1654579422792957433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1654579422792957433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1654579422792957433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/03/wake-up-son.html' title='Wake up, son.'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7137661590237373358</id><published>2007-03-20T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:01:13.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I dont understand:</title><content type='html'>*The English grammar, with so many exceptions and so many rules. I still cant write a gramatically correct prose.&lt;br /&gt;*How do women behave, I dont know why do they do, what they do.&lt;br /&gt;*Why the earth is round, when it always looks flat, but I dont care much about it.&lt;br /&gt;*Why do people want to goto Mars ?&lt;br /&gt;*Why do people waste their lives on what other think, say or do.&lt;br /&gt;*Why are there so many rules, institutions; Alas, poor spontaneity has to die.&lt;br /&gt;*Why are so many people blessed, happy and some torn, raped, hungry, lost, overused, oppressed.&lt;br /&gt;*Why do people beleive in god, and still feel so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;*Why is everyone blinded by sex and money&lt;br /&gt;*Why dont I do something useful, then just philosophising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7137661590237373358?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7137661590237373358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7137661590237373358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7137661590237373358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7137661590237373358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-i-dont-understand.html' title='What I dont understand:'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8439816891322391927</id><published>2007-03-16T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:31:17.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the Hotel California</title><content type='html'>No one can put it better than:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can check out anytime you want but you can never leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is california: pretty, sunny, easy going. People are nice, girls are pretty and  horny. Landscape is diverse: ocean, mountains, desert, canyons, everything. Opportunities are myriad. Life style is laid back, but hard working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a place, where geeks breed and make fortunes and live happily ever after. It is a place where I want to be, dont you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from california last night and a snow storm is saying me: "welcome to New Jersey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to sing it again: "Going to California with ache in my heart ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8439816891322391927?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8439816891322391927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8439816891322391927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8439816891322391927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8439816891322391927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome-to-hotel-california.html' title='welcome to the Hotel California'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6295829788386595545</id><published>2007-02-14T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:12:45.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>To all the people who dont wait for the day to celebrate love, have a nice wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest, all the best for your role of romeo or juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6295829788386595545?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6295829788386595545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6295829788386595545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6295829788386595545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6295829788386595545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wednesday'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-708785180658002176</id><published>2007-02-08T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:50:11.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need of Need</title><content type='html'>Imagine our all wishes come true instantly,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the things we desire are ours now.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your dream prince(ess) is in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine we have achieved all our ambitions&lt;br /&gt;Imagine we have enough money to do everything&lt;br /&gt;Imagine we are always surrounded with the people we like most&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there is no thirst&lt;br /&gt;there is no desire left over&lt;br /&gt;there is no pain due to any loss/anguish&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to look forward to anything&lt;br /&gt;there is no wait for something fairytailish&lt;br /&gt;there are no ambitions to be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;life looks perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a life like this. I believe the cause of perfectness of the life is its imperfectness and we are better off craving for things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-708785180658002176?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/708785180658002176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=708785180658002176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/708785180658002176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/708785180658002176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/02/need-of-need.html' title='Need of Need'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8879346101371293914</id><published>2007-02-08T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:59:49.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Sale</title><content type='html'>a body, a heart and a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: Free, but the taker might become demented and insane after a little use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendation: Only someone who doesnt loves her life too much, should think of living it in just few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8879346101371293914?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8879346101371293914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8879346101371293914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8879346101371293914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8879346101371293914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-sale.html' title='On Sale'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7368495610261613807</id><published>2007-02-07T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:38:58.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days are bright and nights are insane</title><content type='html'>lonliness + cold weather + darkness = 100% insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7368495610261613807?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7368495610261613807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7368495610261613807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7368495610261613807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7368495610261613807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/02/days-are-bright-and-nights-are-insane.html' title='Days are bright and nights are insane'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3820949300370883509</id><published>2007-02-01T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:46:38.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are enthusiastic</title><content type='html'>you dont want anyone to take a pie of your life&lt;br /&gt;you ignore everything and everyone around&lt;br /&gt;you are full of self conceit&lt;br /&gt;you would enjoy each glance from a woman&lt;br /&gt;you are at toes, bubbling with life and energy&lt;br /&gt;you would be a standout in a gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you are not,&lt;br /&gt;you search outside for happiness&lt;br /&gt;you loose your identity&lt;br /&gt;you would crave for every woman you see&lt;br /&gt;you would see nothing inside you&lt;br /&gt;you would try to look around for a moment of comfort&lt;br /&gt;nobody will love you&lt;br /&gt;people will turn out to be strange&lt;br /&gt;life will look like a boat in a storm&lt;br /&gt;even a little sweet talking will sooth you a lot&lt;br /&gt;you would be looking for options all around&lt;br /&gt;you would become a seeker and desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a see-saw, we all need patience and humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3820949300370883509?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3820949300370883509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3820949300370883509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3820949300370883509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3820949300370883509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-you-are-enthusiastic.html' title='When you are enthusiastic'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6589932154088322935</id><published>2007-01-20T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:18:03.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most popular men</title><content type='html'>Its not a survey, but I just googled some people and ranked them according to number of pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Steve Jobs (130,000,000)&lt;br /&gt;2. Christ (114,000,000)&lt;br /&gt;3. Bill Gates (60,500,000)&lt;br /&gt;4. Michael Jordon (56,500,000)&lt;br /&gt;5. Shakespeare (54,400,000)&lt;br /&gt;6. Mozart (49,800,000)&lt;br /&gt;7. Hitler (41,000,000)&lt;br /&gt;8. Einstein (40,000,000)&lt;br /&gt;9. Schumacher (25,700,000)&lt;br /&gt;10. Gandhi (21,400,000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to see that Steve Jobs has the maximum hits and that too by a margin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notify me if you find someone in between. There is a caveat that the pages might be for other people also who share the same name, but i guess they will be very less than the intented ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6589932154088322935?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6589932154088322935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6589932154088322935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6589932154088322935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6589932154088322935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-popular-men.html' title='Most popular men'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4904120368090846222</id><published>2007-01-11T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:50:48.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so long ago</title><content type='html'>when I was a child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to love math problems, more than now.&lt;br /&gt;2. Doing complex calculations used to be my favourite hobby and way of entertaining people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not so surprisingly, I used to love solving puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;4. But, I used to hate the scenario sitting with hundreds of kids and competing for some covetous reward. I rather liked of being on my own and doing it for fun or challange and not competing.&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to like all the detective serials and Byomkesh Bakshi was my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to be afraid of strangers and didnt talk to them untill I had seem them long enough. That is why I didnt talk to many people.&lt;br /&gt;7 . I liked to be on my own rather than with people.&lt;br /&gt;8 . I had dreams of being alone in this world and then eating and doing whatever and whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;9. I used to wet my pants when nervous, till quite late.&lt;br /&gt;10. I used to love my mum a lot more. Now I can see her shortcomings also.&lt;br /&gt;11. I used to consider my father a stranger till quite late when, he saved me from drowning in a water fall. Then, I realised he is indeed a friendly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" by Mark Haddon, and it refreshed me with my childhood memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4904120368090846222?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4904120368090846222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4904120368090846222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4904120368090846222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4904120368090846222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-so-long-ago.html' title='Not so long ago'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8203386935354654649</id><published>2007-01-07T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:07:29.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trishula</title><content type='html'>The three pointed weapon can kill a man.&lt;br /&gt;The sidemost kills the soul.&lt;br /&gt;The other side one is the one which kills the heart.&lt;br /&gt;The middle one kills the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference in the length of the spears, is the difference in the time, when each of the part is killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the difference in the time when the soul and heart is killed to when the mind is killed, is the duration of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, trishula is the cause of the life we are leading. With our heart and soul killed at birth, waiting for the mind to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whosoever, can win over this trishula only, can try to live, otherwise we all are androids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8203386935354654649?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8203386935354654649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8203386935354654649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8203386935354654649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8203386935354654649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/01/trishula.html' title='Trishula'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-1814835239859704449</id><published>2007-01-04T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:53:57.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem</title><content type='html'>Oh you girl, do you have love for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you begger, do you have a penny for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you friend, do you have a reason for being with me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you teacher, can you give me some wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Oh you preacher, shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;Oh you leader, get over your desires&lt;br /&gt;Oh you lover, is there any lust left over in you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you scientist, do you think your science will help any poor&lt;br /&gt;Oh you human, are you human ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh you musician, better listen to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Oh you money grabber, do you know you are going to die one day&lt;br /&gt;Oh you, party harder, cause no one will remember you, once you die.&lt;br /&gt;Oh you student, free yourself from your ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh you the greatest, dont be so happy, nobody loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-1814835239859704449?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/1814835239859704449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=1814835239859704449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1814835239859704449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/1814835239859704449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/01/poem.html' title='a poem'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4569954139459357320</id><published>2007-01-02T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:03:13.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncyclopedia</title><content type='html'>A very interesting link: http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page. It is NOT the more famous wikipedia, but it has very humourous definitions. Some of the few I read and devoured:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/United_States_of_America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Image:Worldmap.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Monica_Lewinsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4569954139459357320?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4569954139459357320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4569954139459357320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4569954139459357320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4569954139459357320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2007/01/uncyclopedia.html' title='Uncyclopedia'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-7110653053684831225</id><published>2006-12-27T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T14:53:48.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why am I single</title><content type='html'>1. I was brought up in a way and with a belief that girls are the alien creatures on this earth (my ma and my grand ma were the only two women, whom I had talked in my childhood.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was in primary school, there were separate rows where girls and boys sit, it confirmed the belief within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was in high school, I chose engineering and I had 1 gal in the class of 33 boys. That was an overwhelming experience, it cemented the earlier belief and created a new belief that women probably dont exist in the direction of life I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The later thought was firmed when I went to college, where I found 7 gals in a batch of 133 boys. And I am doing a really great favour by calling them gals, my friends used to call them non-males, uncle etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I joined a place to work, and the ratio was still the same. Plus, its not recommended to flirt at your work place, forget it whom am I kidding, as if I am an expert at flirting. So, in short, another year passed just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. By, the time I landed in the land of opportunities, I had become UNFIT for dating. I didnt had a chance to get trained in &lt;br /&gt;  talking silly things, &lt;br /&gt;  lieing, &lt;br /&gt;  smiling uselessly, &lt;br /&gt;  be a good listener to most trivial things, &lt;br /&gt;  sometimes behave servantile, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things a typical girl enjoys. Instead I have become quite forthright, uncapable of formal talk. I cant pretend of interest for the sake of sex. My behavior has become a result of my thought process, I have lost that power to manipulatation, and sometimes I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I want to pat myself for writing another honest post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-7110653053684831225?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/7110653053684831225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=7110653053684831225&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7110653053684831225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/7110653053684831225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-am-i-single.html' title='why am I single'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-4660969854047493102</id><published>2006-12-27T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T11:28:08.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>orgasms ?</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine once said, "orgasms display the emptiness of our life". It is indeed true, since only few moments are really blissful, and rest of our life is empty. And,&lt;br /&gt;we keep trying to fill it up joys and sorrows. The interesting part is that the orgasmic moments are only few, or quite few and rest of the life is too long to live. So, orgasms are a stark and harsh reality of our painful life in an ironical sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe orgasm is the greatest discovery made by man (or a woman), since we cant live without it. And it is not as trivial as breathing, so it is a discovery and something indispensable, for sure. It gives us an indication, that how much bliss remains unexplored by us, and with a little effort in a direction, we can have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for most of us, orgasm is limited within those few moments. I think it is a clue to reach the  state of bliss, where the orgasmic feeling can last for longer time, or lets hope forever. I am sure, there is something is like that, because that is what the purpose of our life is to explore and find out the divine, the blissful, the all pervasive, the ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-4660969854047493102?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/4660969854047493102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=4660969854047493102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4660969854047493102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/4660969854047493102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/12/orgasms.html' title='orgasms ?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3599928973064528032</id><published>2006-12-19T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:52:01.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believer</title><content type='html'>Why should I believe in God,&lt;br /&gt; when I am responsible for my own destiny&lt;br /&gt; when there is so much cruelty in the world&lt;br /&gt; when Lie wins and Truth loses.&lt;br /&gt; when all my pleasures are driven by materials&lt;br /&gt; when I know, I have faced unluck throughout my life&lt;br /&gt; when I am not afraid of anything&lt;br /&gt; when I dont want to believe in something I dont see&lt;br /&gt; when religion is the sole cause of so many wars, deaths and destruction&lt;br /&gt; when religion takes my freedom away, which I value most&lt;br /&gt; when religion seems just fictional and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt; when I havent seen any magic of god with my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I choose to believe in god,&lt;br /&gt; because I believe there is little goodness in the world, which is the glue for civilization.&lt;br /&gt; because it is the only path of peace and only way to get out of the unrest of human mind.&lt;br /&gt; because it gives infinite confidence, power and conviction.&lt;br /&gt; because it soothes the soul&lt;br /&gt; because it makes me feel secure, nothing can scath me.&lt;br /&gt; because even after lot of inequalities, there is a balance in the world, everything is perfect.&lt;br /&gt; because it restores humility&lt;br /&gt; because I can feel it sometimes, in art, in emotions, in people, in joys, in sorrows.&lt;br /&gt; because I feel the difference in me when I believe in it.&lt;br /&gt; because it gives me immense joy&lt;br /&gt; because it makes me listen to my heart, to my soul.&lt;br /&gt; because it makes me more like a woman&lt;br /&gt; because it gives me the hope to live and wait for the big moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3599928973064528032?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3599928973064528032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3599928973064528032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3599928973064528032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3599928973064528032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/12/believer.html' title='Believer'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-5004167166932735558</id><published>2006-12-13T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T02:11:36.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did you do it, BBC ?</title><content type='html'>Why did you uncover indian men, like this: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/6161691.stm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghar ki Izzat ghar mein rahti to acha tha, now everyone knows it. Can you believe it, everyone. The non-indians you hang out with, the firang girl you were trying to hit on. Get ready, to become an object of pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will feel awkward to enter into bars and get pathetic looks. Never fast with strange women, now the little confidence is also crushed. After all, there is no surprise left, as soon they gonna know he is indian, they will scroll down and ... and laugh like bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... to be continued with the reactions I get from people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-5004167166932735558?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/5004167166932735558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=5004167166932735558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5004167166932735558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/5004167166932735558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-did-you-do-it-bbc.html' title='Why did you do it, BBC ?'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6696386731835523781</id><published>2006-12-11T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:41:06.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a love story</title><content type='html'>there was a girl, normal girl. Not a princess, not even rich. But was pretty, was blessed. she didnt know about it, she always thought shes cursed. cause she had pimples on one of her cheek. and she didnt have money to buy those expensive medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a guy, quite similar to me, but not me. he was a child, from within. he always thought he is blessed, cause everyone around him loved him obsessively. but he loved this girl. he had a wish, simple but he didnt want to die before doing it.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to kiss her, since he was 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day came when there eyes met, and rest of the story is quite known in history. he kissed her that night. the next morning, the princess woke up and her pimples were gone, she was elated. she turned around to tell the guy, but she was shocked in horror to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6696386731835523781?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6696386731835523781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6696386731835523781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6696386731835523781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6696386731835523781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-story.html' title='a love story'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-3731597749970015668</id><published>2006-11-20T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:45:07.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>see saw of the life</title><content type='html'>I want to list some of the lines of songs which all of us feel so much and artists put it so truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sometimes up, sometimes down .. its the see saw of the life (vivek sharma)&lt;br /&gt;2. time can bring you down, time can bend your knees (eric clapton)&lt;br /&gt;3. blowing in the wind (bob dylan)&lt;br /&gt;4. life is nothing, but a joke (bob dylan)&lt;br /&gt;5. and one day you find, ten years have past behind you, no one told you when to run, you miss the starting gun (roger waters)&lt;br /&gt;6. riders on the storm .. like a dog without a bone and.. (Jim Morrison)&lt;br /&gt;7. no eternal reward will forgive for wasting the dawn  (Jim Morrison)&lt;br /&gt;8. All you need is love (Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;9. Give me love, Give me peace on earth (George Harrison)&lt;br /&gt;10. I am a dreamer, I know I am not the only one (John Lennon)&lt;br /&gt;11. Woman, I will show the child inside a man (John Lennon)&lt;br /&gt;12. Nobody loves you when you are down and out (Eric Clapton)&lt;br /&gt;13. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-3731597749970015668?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/3731597749970015668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=3731597749970015668&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3731597749970015668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/3731597749970015668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/11/see-saw-of-life.html' title='see saw of the life'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-645372001353762778</id><published>2006-11-05T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:13:05.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspiring cops go on rampage, molest girls</title><content type='html'>Here is the link to the article: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/334717.cms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some boys from village goto a forest, and grab the low lying fruits from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is above the drowning level, some are already dead, and rest who think they are not, ironically, have died million times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-645372001353762778?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/645372001353762778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=645372001353762778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/645372001353762778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/645372001353762778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/11/aspiring-cops-go-on-rampage-molest.html' title='Aspiring cops go on rampage, molest girls'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-2875367716829036328</id><published>2006-10-25T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:25:09.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Confess</title><content type='html'>I stink, but not from within.&lt;br /&gt;I am rude, but not arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;I love to be hated, but I dont hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am a loser, but I dont bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy, but not through eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am an actor, but I love to play depressed characters.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cute smile, but I love to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am tasting dirt, but I love to watch stars.&lt;br /&gt;I love to be alone, even when I am surrounded with people.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer unexpected defeat over expected victory.&lt;br /&gt;I love to go down and then show that I am not out.&lt;br /&gt;I know my life lacks joys, still I long for peace and not joys.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not going to win, but I want to die as a hero.&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, and I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-2875367716829036328?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/2875367716829036328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=2875367716829036328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2875367716829036328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/2875367716829036328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-confess.html' title='I Confess'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-6493473649562376015</id><published>2006-10-23T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:33:41.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me Love</title><content type='html'>Its another day of frustration. Everything I should care about is going on fine, still I feel like falling in an abyss, freefall. I feel scared and demented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to know the reason for this, is it unfullfillment of my desires or their partial fullfillment or it is because my running after them. Not caring for the small things that matter, they look really small and I feel contempt towards them sometimes. But at times like these, I feel they are my only saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help, love to cope with with this heavy load. I need peace and nothing else. No moments to celebrate or mourn, nobody to hurt or embrace. But, I do need hope otherwise I will be dead before I am dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be born again and dream again about the small things only, which really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-6493473649562376015?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/6493473649562376015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=6493473649562376015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6493473649562376015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/6493473649562376015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/10/give-me-love.html' title='Give me Love'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-8544883631569116367</id><published>2006-09-29T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:23:21.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and Lies, Joys and Sorrows, and above all Life.</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to Buntu (a good friend of mine), it his idea, I am writing my interpretation of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I was encouraged to be always Confident and Positive towards life. Have a good personality, be smart, have fun and live your life to the fullest. Thats how I grew up, setting up ambitions, working hard to get them, sometimes ending up across the line and most of the times, short of it. Then enjoying whenever I could, party, travel, hanging out with beer glasses on. Life was like a roller coster, ups and down, sky and ground. Carefree days, with heart warming friends, full of curiosity, jumping around, desiring to hump around. I was really a kid, not knowing where am I going. Life was cruising and I was growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a point, I became conscious. A realization came and took all the curiosity away. In a while, all the childhood was gone. No jumping, not much of curiosity left, numbness is what surrounds. I started becoming more aware of the social set up. I started reasoning, every little thing. Why are people better to themselves, why are they nice to some people and not so to other. Why all of us are hypocrites, even though most of us hate hypocrisies, lies. Even though the curiosity was gone, hunger is still there. Hunger for natural tears and smiles, conversation about small things which matter. The longing grows and so does contempt about everything around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is another realization, which says like contempt about everything you consider wrong or false, is not the way of living. Life is above everything, we cant rise above joys and sorrows, we cant find the truth, if there is any. We are in a train ride and our vagon stops at various stops. Some are known, some are not. And it is known, there is always beyond what we know. So, life is about the choices we make, the stops we want to get down. No stop is better in absolute terms, so even if you have missed a stop, there is another round the corner waiting to welcome you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-8544883631569116367?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/8544883631569116367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=8544883631569116367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8544883631569116367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/8544883631569116367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/09/truth-and-lies-joys-and-sorrows-and.html' title='Truth and Lies, Joys and Sorrows, and above all Life.'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115519007249538471</id><published>2006-08-10T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:07:52.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way</title><content type='html'>How many times have I been got kicked in nuts, because of the mistakes unique to me. I wonder why am being made uniquely stupid.. why cant I not commit mistakes which most of people find it hard to commit. Why dont I change myself so that I can recieve maximum brownie points, this life has to offer me. Why dont I get dissolved in the air around me, why .. numerous whys and the answer my friend is because I want to do things my WAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter, how much I got or lost, but what matters is how much exploration I did and this is a metaphysical exploration. There are times when you love even the sorrows of your life, this is called loving the life and this is when you tend to respect its sacredness. Because, sorrows help you exploration of a different dimention, and being happy in a sorrowful situation is a insane state which is magical and transcendental. This is when you start to love, everything, everyone because everything is divine, including this moment. This is like living in subconscious, excepting everything around you as it is and getting dissolved in everything without loosing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my way of loving life and everything which it has to offer me. I am a seeker not a snatcher, am a pacifist, a rebel who wants to break the illusions. My aim is unknown, there is lot of fog wherever I try to see. I dont know whether there is any purpose of life, if there was then what if I die before completing it, I am pretty sure someone else would finish it. If Newton had not discovered gravity, someone else wud have some time in future. Hence, there is no pupose, but surely there is a way of life which is something unique to all of us. All of us have to find our way of life and dont judje anyone elses. It is a continuous process of search until we find peace, harmony, goodness, divinity in everything. For this, we have to be non-religious since every religion forces us to confirm us to a way of life. Its not that any religions path is bad, but it prevents you from the path of self discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This what I mean by My Way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: The title is a jazz song by Frank Sinatra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115519007249538471?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115519007249538471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115519007249538471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115519007249538471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115519007249538471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-way.html' title='My Way'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115220848863962058</id><published>2006-07-06T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:38:03.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and Cuisines</title><content type='html'>The two greatest desires of any man: sex and food or lets put it in a different and less conspicuous way: Women and Cuisines. There are hell lot of varieties of both out there and if we try to compare, they have interesting similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most commonly found women are womenly women. They are like deserts, cloyingly sweet, sometimes really awesome in taste (or in bed). They look damn attractive and if you didnt have one such for a while, you are bound to fall for it. All is well, if you dont want anything more. They are too predictable and they cant offer more than lot of sweet love and really pretty flesh. So is the case with desert, is only good to eat after dinner, you cant live on it like for your complete meal. So, if you want something more than physical connection, they are not a perfect choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next in the category are spicy food. Its hot, sometimes really hot, and so is she: the spice girl. She may not be pretty, but is more active in bed. But, there is a caveat, its more demanding and you gotta have a taste for real spice. Most of men can afford it once in a while cause they are tough of handle or digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this, there are other categories of food and women, off which one seems really interesting to me. This is my favourite category, the women who are addictive. I would compare them with coffee, tobacco, dope or some other similar substance. They first bind with you physically, then mentally and eventually meta-physically. It starts with a passionate love, and then it goes deeper from body to mind and then comes the stage of addiction. Just like any other addiction, once you reach here, it is impossible to live without them. They counter you not just physically, but they get into your mind and its difficult to get them out. Now, they become one of the most dangerous and yet irrestible kind. They can give you orgasms and also depressions like you had never dreamt of before. Each moment with her is very sublime. These women are passionate or may be freakily passionate, whimsical at times but always interesting and either immensely attractive or repelling. They can love you by defining new dimentions of love and at the same time break your balls, harm you till any limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are usually intelligent, sensitive never arrogant or shallow kind of women who most of the times command great deal of respect because of their actions and also hate because of forthrightness. Infact, there can be a subdivision in the category, depending on the level of addiction, just like we can say dope, tobacco and coffee are addictive in this order and also harmful in some order. Its easy not to fall for these women, but once you do, there is no way out to sanity. I just love this category of women/cuisine, for their power, passion and purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115220848863962058?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115220848863962058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115220848863962058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115220848863962058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115220848863962058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/07/women-and-cuisines.html' title='Women and Cuisines'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115173252939117495</id><published>2006-07-01T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:42:09.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To kill a sacred cow</title><content type='html'>I read somewhere "sacred cows make the best Hamburgers". I dont want to go into the go into the debate of justification of eating of non-vegetarian food. But, there is some saying in Hinduism, which has been widely misunderstood and I will try to give my interpretation of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying is: "Cows are sacred and we should protect them". Its most popularly understood interpretation is that, Cow, the animal is sacred and it should not be harmed. To a free thinker, this would sound completely absurd since, off all the living animals, how come cows are sacred, why are they better than any other animal. This was the reason I never beleived in this saying and till I was a non-vegetarian, never hasitated in eating beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is another perspective to this saying which is more implicit. It means that Cow resembles a class of creatures, which are not only harmless to you, but most of the times they are useful. We do get milk from Cows, so they have atleast one utility. Killing anyone without any reason is a sin, but if you kill someone from the category of "Cow", the gravity of sin increases manifold. Because, it is like this use the creature till you can and then slaughter it so that we can completely suck up to advantages we can gain. I got this meaning after reading "To kill a mocking bird", which also underlines the same principal. They give this idea with reference to an african american, and I am just trying to generalize it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115173252939117495?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115173252939117495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115173252939117495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115173252939117495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115173252939117495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-kill-sacred-cow.html' title='To kill a sacred cow'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115067972170653046</id><published>2006-06-18T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:20:21.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And She has a boy friend ...</title><content type='html'>Dont ask me how they greet ... I turned my eyes towards this almost naked mexican babe who was having some sun... Thats how most of the love stories end ... or begin I should say ... I am coming honey to share some sun with ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Grounded and Happy ... kudos to my habit of being most happy in sorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115067972170653046?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115067972170653046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115067972170653046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115067972170653046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115067972170653046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-she-has-boy-friend.html' title='And She has a boy friend ...'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115066625289639917</id><published>2006-06-18T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:16:45.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She lives on the love street ..</title><content type='html'>Well.. I am not sure about that but she works on the college ave and I am waiting outside her workplace so that she can come out and I could follow her and do something interesting .. this is like an adventure .. I have a kind of rush of blood and am not sure ... how will it turn out to be .. will definitely write about it .. I hope the atleast I get a chance to talk .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u .. here is she .. gotta run ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115066625289639917?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115066625289639917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115066625289639917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115066625289639917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115066625289639917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-lives-on-love-street.html' title='She lives on the love street ..'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115051943869661369</id><published>2006-06-17T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:43:58.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Hard, Party Harder, And die one day</title><content type='html'>Just a thought on the popular mantra of life: Work Hard, Party Harder. It is supposed to be the buzz word among the so called "successful" people of this world. So, I completely agree with the first part, even though the second seems to be more fun. But for the sake of idealism, which I am big fan of, I would stick with the first one. But, the origin of the second part is that first one is not fun for most of the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my observation, I guess we spend like 70% of our time working. So, what we try to do is to compensate for our miserable 70% of time by doing something which can make us numb, get high so that we can forget the fact that we are slaves to the system of this world. By, slaves I mean, following the set path without giving it a thought. I have done that so far and am pretty confident that I will do it until I die like anyone else and I dont know what happens afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the idea of partying every weekend seems to be like enjoying or mourning the occasion of either we have been excellent slaves or rather disgusting ones. In the sense of this post, both of the situations are alike, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, the mantra can be: Work Hard, Work Harder. But, it is not easy to obey. You have to believe in it and more importantly, you have to love your work. The ones who do that are the ones who are not slaves, but the ones who write their own destiny. It is not easy to identify them, they dont party, dont socialise much. They prefer to socialise with their work only, they are the champions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115051943869661369?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115051943869661369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115051943869661369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115051943869661369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115051943869661369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-hard-party-harder-and-die-one-day.html' title='Work Hard, Party Harder, And die one day'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115034553138338853</id><published>2006-06-15T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:26:34.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl with a sullen face ...</title><content type='html'>I dont know why dont women understand the greatest jewel they have is a smile, and not any shiny looking substance promoted by some well known woman. Its like a natural ornament women are blessed with but I dont know due to some reason, they dont use it, all the time. Its like wasted time .. for the giver and the taker both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the post is general but the reason I am writing this is cause I have been made uncomfortable twice by some women whom I barely know, just because may be I have had the opportunity of being hated. Well, I dont mind that cause I dont beleive in love and so in hate, I think they are signs of insanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a short post to all the women, girls who are reading it, please pass a smile atleast to acquinted people, if not at everyone. This doesnt takes anything but just spreads a goodness around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115034553138338853?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115034553138338853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115034553138338853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115034553138338853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115034553138338853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-with-sullen-face.html' title='The girl with a sullen face ...'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-115030086054317507</id><published>2006-06-14T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:01:00.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another useless day of existence</title><content type='html'>dont know .. but life is not easy when your you dont get what you want. Or may be lets pur this way.. you dont want what is available.. maybe just because its available. People think you are crazy, insane, mania... But believe me the realisation of a useless day and also a useless life is not interesting. It kills you. Have you ever had a feeling of being sick of following your desires .. working for them, fighting for them and most of the times, left without orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, when you can appreciate everything you can have: money, good food, sex, entertaining friends, but what if you cannot ? Here lies the challange of living in a cosmic yet real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then, you realise how useless each day has passed just embroiled in things we are not sure we like. This is what I am going through, always without love and most of the times without knowledge. I am trying hard to keep the interest going, to be other side, but a little slip and you come back to where you started from .. useless day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish it doesnt comes again, more importantly even if it comes, it goes away soon ..&lt;br /&gt;will continue this ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-115030086054317507?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/115030086054317507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=115030086054317507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115030086054317507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/115030086054317507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-useless-day-of-existence.html' title='Another useless day of existence'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-114917853158816806</id><published>2006-06-01T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:15:31.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women with Authority</title><content type='html'>I had to face some of these cocky creatures since yesterday. Was living in someone elses apartment in on campus graduate housing. The women basically being irrational, cant make right use of the authority, but thanks to the whole women liberation movements, which have given them lot of power these days, well not lot really, but the way they use it makes it a lot. I have my experiences to emphasis this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when "she" found out this, she said, just move out and we cant talk to you since you are not the defaulter, the person whose place I was living in is. I just asked her to be less strict with my friend. Then later, when I asked her whether I can apply for the housing now, since I am homeless for now, she said, well you have done a huge violation, so we cant offer you housing now. So, now I was the defaulter, I didnt say it to her cause I knew her rationality level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave me 1 hr for moving out and said she would collect the keys from me from the place I was moving out. She didnt come in 1.15 hr, I was in hurry cause I had to look for a house, so I went to search for a house thinking that I can return the keys tomarrow, its not a big deal because I had already moved out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the next day, when I call her, she said that she went to my place 3 times after 1.15 hrs and once before (I am not sure about that), and she blamed me for evading her. I wait for her 15 mins more than promised and she doesnt turns up and I get blamed for evading her cause she came thrice aftarwards. Women are nice creatures, only if they dont have the authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks me to pay the amount for the # of days I have lived on campus without telling the housing, thats alright. I thought now I have paid for my "violation of law", but now I ask for summer housing and she says, we cant offer you one, even though lot of rooms are vacant. Great Business sense, I must say dont take money, even though the rent is much more than the off campus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we started from my friend being defaulter and not me and ended up I paying the fine and not allowed to get housing for summer. This is not a morality question that who is the defaulter, but what people say in the beginning and what they end up doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant hope that women will gain rationality but I do hope they dont get much authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: If anyone around in NB or Piscataway has a room for rent, let me know please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-114917853158816806?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/114917853158816806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=114917853158816806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114917853158816806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114917853158816806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/06/women-with-authority.html' title='Women with Authority'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-114904980557092630</id><published>2006-05-30T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:30:05.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>This is the question which I am really sick of answering. They ask it everywhere: interviews, orkut, interesting women. So, I thought, lets finally try to answer this with the best honesty. I wont delve upon any acquired things like educational interests, even though I like the freedom of educational places. Not many people would agree with me, and I dont even try to do that. I will start from outside and go inside from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a body of a Man. About it, all of them are just regular masculine characterstics, with the exception of long hairs. I like masculine appearance, so I support beard and moustache, not stylish just bushy. The reason of this is may be to earn respect in academia, you need it :D. Plus, it gives an artistic/philosophical appearance, which to me is always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, something which is very dear to me. It is pure and absolute feminine. I dont feel even a lil shame in this, because thats what I am. It is sensitive, warm and shy. One of my female friend had commented: I am her best budd, I guess the reason is because my heart can get in sync with most of the women pretty easily. Also, some of my interests like reading, talking, theaters and arts, are feminine (I dont mean that men dont have these interests, but I believe its more popular in women). But, I dont like shopping most of times, so there are differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mind, is sometimes a wild horse. It believes in rebellion, most of the times it is he who controls me, even though I want it to be otherway round. This is specially true, when I am weeded or some other similar influence. Most of times, I cant focus on things, which I should. My greatest desire is to tame it and give it to my soul. There are some known ways of doing it, one I know is YOGA, which is in my todo list. I think I dont know my mind, its deceptive to me and it is destabilizingly fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Soul, is I believe sincere to some limit but is clownish eventually. Its like most of the times, it is commited for any cause, but in the end, it cracks and it becomes a thing to laugh for watchers. So, it tries hard but ends being a object of mockery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure, if it is a nice or absolutely true description, but I guess it is interesting atleast. It is interesting to dissect yourself into these four things and do some analysis. Any Comments ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-114904980557092630?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/114904980557092630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=114904980557092630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114904980557092630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114904980557092630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-114784143284924282</id><published>2006-05-17T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:50:32.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Spending Time</title><content type='html'>Summer has started, and the university is off. I am left with mediocre gpa (which I dont care that much) and lot of time. I used to get elated by the idea of free time, and now when I am into it, it doesnt feels that pleasant. I am not finding the planned things interesting enough. So, I am left with thinking about how to spend the time. I dont beleive in passing time by any activity, cause its like spending money for the sake of spending it, time is money in some terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets not pass time, rather lets spend time. Dont do any charity by passing it, no reward will forgive us for wasting the dawn, lets talk about spending it. And you know, if you consider, time as money then you will see there is kind of perfect socialism in this world, in the sense most of us have same amount of it, except the fact that thousands of innocents get killed everywhere. So, it doesnt matters how much money or any other thing you have, it also doesnt matters, how much time you have cause in most of the cases, it is not in our hands. So, what is in our hands, the art of spending it. I am not an expert at it, if I was, I wont be bullshitting like this, nor are you cause you are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do? My experience tells me that my most usefully spend times are those which I can cherish long after that. You know, sometimes, when we get so engrossed in things, that we cant feel the joy of it at the time of doing it, we are kind of inside a sphere. We cant feel anything which is outside. But when we have done that and we are out, we cant think of anything but that thing. Doing those things, most of the times is what I call Art of Spending Time. My these things are: Playing with Balls like Football and other ball games ;-); reading books, strange faces and obviously BullShitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-114784143284924282?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/114784143284924282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=114784143284924282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114784143284924282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114784143284924282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/05/art-of-spending-time.html' title='The Art of Spending Time'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-114654310947510444</id><published>2006-05-01T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:23:34.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters finally</title><content type='html'>Is it the numeber of times you got laid ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the number of times you got A's ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the number of times you got bombed ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it whether you had fun today or not ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the journey or the destination, is an amazing journey worth a dreadful end?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, is the life worth the death ?&lt;br /&gt;Has it something to do with having fun, enjoy, strike a balance ?&lt;br /&gt;But, then does this means dont take risks, dont follow your passions and follow a well known path ?&lt;br /&gt;What are our joys coming from, is there any source or it is just an illusion ?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this crap, I feel sad cause I screwed up an exam today, this means considerable dip in my gpa&lt;br /&gt;does gpa matters, well it might if I have nothing else to show ?&lt;br /&gt;gpa is like cock, just as it is believed that you need high gpa for top universities, same it true if you want some hot woman and you depend on "it" as your sole credibility.&lt;br /&gt;But, you know if you want a good research career or any other career for that matter, you can do without 4/4. And also if you want to make her come, you can do without 7' long. So, the question remains, wot matters finally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know it is like a mystery because, if it is happiness, then its not in anyones hands. Then if it is power/lust or anything similar, wot about artists who died in anonymity and are now read by everyone. What matters may be is whether you have regrets or not? I dont know I have many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-114654310947510444?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/114654310947510444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=114654310947510444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114654310947510444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114654310947510444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-matters-finally.html' title='What matters finally'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-114609922686194379</id><published>2006-04-26T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:00:01.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about, who has the ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1675/1865/1600/p1010430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1675/1865/320/p1010430.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not BALLS, its ball, the Football. It is like a way of life for me, I have seen this sport before many times, but unless you play it, you dont understand its real spirit. And my recent advent into this sport, has really got me. Even though, I dont play well, will be a gross understatement, since each time I cause 2-3 goals for my own team. That really kills me, I keep abusing myself untill the next time I play. Such is the low of this game and hence due to law of averages, its high balances its low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me some time to get into the football frame of mind, it is really fast, its like you are a part of hollywood action movie, there are enemy bullets all around, there is the most treasured thing: the ball, most of the fight goes in who posses it. Yes it is a fight, it is no gentlemen's game, whosoever has the ball rules, no matter how he has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injuries, my dear friend are the part of this game. This is the best part of the trip. I really like it. Each bruise makes you feel that you are alive, each extra effort you make streches a bunch of your nerves. And in the process, you realise you have so many nerves and so much of blood running inside you. This is really invigorating, welcome to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still struggling so that my team mates can count me as a useful member, but I am enjoying each moment of playing this game and then cherishing each moment of it afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-114609922686194379?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/114609922686194379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=114609922686194379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114609922686194379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114609922686194379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-all-about-who-has-ball.html' title='Its all about, who has the ball'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943054.post-114436363064377969</id><published>2006-04-06T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T18:47:10.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Times of India: A Bollywood Blockbuster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1675/1865/1600/toi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1675/1865/320/toi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical Bollywood Project: It has everything: an enticing women in skimpy clothes. A social reformer in a struggling state for a social cause. A good looking chap selling some banks products. And a tragic news mentioning some people have died just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this might seem entertaining to us because being the audience of Masala Movies, we develop the taste for such spice. But, I am not sure whether the people who were somehow involved in one of these tragic news feel the same. I dont know whether the placement of the news and ads in this way is coincidental or is it a well thought way attracting more viewers. Please if you cannot sypathise with those people, dont make fun of them atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be argued that a newspaper has to tell all the stories and their placement is according to their importance, but I dont buy it because I dont think that Wills Fashion Week and any commercial advertisement is of even seemingly same importance. TOI should put some sense in its revenue generating machine. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been visiting nytimes.com and bbc.co.uk occasionally and I dont find such nonsense there, then what capitalist reason TOI has thought which these guys couldnt.  This is the time when lot of things in India seem to change and in the hope of goodness, I hope TOI will be a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943054-114436363064377969?l=freezoneanupam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/feeds/114436363064377969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943054&amp;postID=114436363064377969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114436363064377969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943054/posts/default/114436363064377969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezoneanupam.blogspot.com/2006/04/times-of-india-bollywood-blockbuster.html' title='Times of India: A Bollywood Blockbuster'/><author><name>Nowhere Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906020420152828915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9808/1024/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
