<?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-7731690787696902913</id><updated>2011-09-30T21:56:59.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nictitations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-3475612447128673073</id><published>2011-01-02T16:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:34:07.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From Bhagavadgita (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;On 'Sannyasa' and 'Yoga'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He who merely renounces the physicalities of the world is not a &lt;i&gt;Sanyaasi&lt;/i&gt;, nor is the one to abandon all &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt; is a &lt;i&gt;Yogi&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;None becomes a &lt;i&gt;Yogi&lt;/i&gt; without being a &lt;i&gt;Sannyasi&lt;/i&gt;, nor does one become a &lt;i&gt;Sannyasi&lt;/i&gt; without being a &lt;i&gt;Yogi&lt;/i&gt;, for in embodiment and in soul &lt;i&gt;Yoga&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Sannyasa&lt;/i&gt; are virtually one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One who is true to his duties and performs them with complete devotion not thinking of the fruits&amp;nbsp; of his deeds and the consequences of &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Karma&lt;/i&gt; is the '&lt;i&gt;true Yog&lt;/i&gt;i'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He who floats around without a care of the world, he who is free of all attachments and beyond all desires,&amp;nbsp; he whose mind is resolute and in perfect serenity amidst the conflicts, he who sees earth, stone, and universe all as equals, and he who is conquered by none but himself, he is the &lt;i&gt;true Yogi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He who finds action in inaction, inaction in action, solace in a crowd, and enjoyment in solace, he who knows and is able to reject the futility of things is the &lt;i&gt;true Yogi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Interpreted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-3475612447128673073?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/3475612447128673073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-bhagavadgita-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/3475612447128673073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/3475612447128673073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-bhagavadgita-i.html' title='From Bhagavadgita (I)'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-8412344439222405415</id><published>2010-12-13T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:18:13.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hesitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This single factor is the reason for much of the losses...if it is a normal human life. Not all have the privilege of discarding it altogether, and if they do, none or very few can conjure up the courage to step  over, most of the times. Losses  include those of opportunities, persons, or sometimes the very soul of a being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-8412344439222405415?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/8412344439222405415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2010/12/hesitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/8412344439222405415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/8412344439222405415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2010/12/hesitation.html' title='Hesitation'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-2407208866851843755</id><published>2009-05-01T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:18:49.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Change is inevitable...no matter how hard I try to save myself... :)...at least now I am starting to feel it little by little. I never thought I would change...but it all happened and I didn't get the slightest hint of what was happening. Many of my beliefs I held so strongly are bent by two full right angles...and this doesn't bother me at all....most surprisingly. I won't write much here on a public blog...because for now I want to savor the change... just for myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-2407208866851843755?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/2407208866851843755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/05/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/2407208866851843755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/2407208866851843755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/05/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-6310978292943470272</id><published>2009-04-14T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:16:05.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sketches by Vivek..</title><content type='html'>I sketch sometimes to fight boredom...or say to kill time. Thought of posting a few...and... no questions please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQltQeZqfI/AAAAAAAAADg/0LnaQt9LK3s/s1600-h/DSC03291-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQltQeZqfI/AAAAAAAAADg/0LnaQt9LK3s/s200/DSC03291-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324422118905588210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQl2ouurwI/AAAAAAAAADo/3Fj2jiMNPuE/s1600-h/DSC03272-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQl2ouurwI/AAAAAAAAADo/3Fj2jiMNPuE/s200/DSC03272-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324422280035348226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQlZKLHf2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/59WmQbNwuJg/s1600-h/DSC03304-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQlZKLHf2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/59WmQbNwuJg/s200/DSC03304-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324421773616709474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQllTSSwvI/AAAAAAAAADY/IBr3mgXW6a4/s1600-h/DSC03298-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQllTSSwvI/AAAAAAAAADY/IBr3mgXW6a4/s200/DSC03298-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324421982221157106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQlGisQOtI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYekzv1gGjs/s1600-h/DSC03313-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQlGisQOtI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYekzv1gGjs/s200/DSC03313-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324421453780630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQlK4dpkrI/AAAAAAAAADI/mBmunz1hoSw/s1600-h/DSC03308-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQlK4dpkrI/AAAAAAAAADI/mBmunz1hoSw/s200/DSC03308-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324421528344433330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B. : Thanks to 'Yogi ka camera'.. and pics from 'deviant art' which acted as reference for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-6310978292943470272?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/6310978292943470272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-sketch-sometimes-to-fight-boredom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/6310978292943470272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/6310978292943470272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-sketch-sometimes-to-fight-boredom.html' title='Sketches by Vivek..'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq2UfspWZ3w/SeQltQeZqfI/AAAAAAAAADg/0LnaQt9LK3s/s72-c/DSC03291-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-4745083221301769504</id><published>2009-01-31T08:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:09:17.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something from Bleach..</title><content type='html'>"I am disappointed in you Kurosaki-san. Truly disappointing, but your sword only reflects fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you dodge, you are afraid of getting cut.&lt;br /&gt;When you attack, you are afraid to cut.&lt;br /&gt;And even when you protect someone, you are afraid of letting the person die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Your sword is only telling me what you fear.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way to go. In battle fear is not what you need. Nothing will be born from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dodge you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; get cut.&lt;br /&gt;If you protect someone you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; let the person die.&lt;br /&gt;If you attack you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here can you see it, the reflection on my blade, of the will to cut you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. So you do have it. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;All I can teach you is '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resolve&lt;/span&gt;'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~ Urahara Kisuke to Kurosaki Ichigo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-4745083221301769504?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/4745083221301769504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-from-bleach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/4745083221301769504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/4745083221301769504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-from-bleach.html' title='Something from Bleach..'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-124205986353880755</id><published>2009-01-21T17:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:16:23.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Used up!</title><content type='html'>In this world there are generally two kind of people: people who use others and people who are used. There also exists a third kind: people who don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-124205986353880755?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/124205986353880755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/used-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/124205986353880755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/124205986353880755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/used-up.html' title='Used up!'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-3930112161303748052</id><published>2009-01-15T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:17:56.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From: The Republic, Book I</title><content type='html'>He who refuses to rule is liable to be ruled by one who is worse than himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who is of a certain nature, is like those who are of a certain nature; he who is not, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mankind censure injustice, fearing that they may be victims of it and not because they shrink from committing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person of skill never makes a mistake in so far as he is what his name(read: skill) implies; they none of them err unless their skill fails them, and they cease to be skilled artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things;-justice is useful then they are useless, and useless when they are useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being just is the virtue of men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-3930112161303748052?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/3930112161303748052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-republic-book-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/3930112161303748052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/3930112161303748052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-republic-book-i.html' title='From: The Republic, Book I'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-8061161960243145548</id><published>2009-01-14T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:16:45.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Add to foosball lessons:</title><content type='html'>1. If the win is yours, the mistakes become irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Luck does not always stays with hard work and talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 1. and 2. should never get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-8061161960243145548?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/8061161960243145548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/add-to-foosball-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/8061161960243145548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/8061161960243145548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/add-to-foosball-lessons.html' title='Add to foosball lessons:'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-5255462243513945122</id><published>2009-01-14T15:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:17:10.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams?</title><content type='html'>Many things that have happened, we wished never to happen, and yet we long for many more to happen to us, which are not supposed to otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-5255462243513945122?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/5255462243513945122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/5255462243513945122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/5255462243513945122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams?'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-6015166210986454656</id><published>2009-01-08T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:49:28.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Foosball Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always do something different after I'm out, and I enjoy this for so many reasons, especially if the alcohol intake is not enough to destroy my awareness. Under the alcoholic era (wrong word?) one thinks a lot, sees into things with a totally different viewpoint, and result: revelation. Today I played foosball, but next time I'd like to solve some cumbersome physics equations rather( you'll get similar delusions if you watch the 'parallel universes' documentary for just but once).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the foosball thing, today it was  a game full of total brute shots, with the ball at humanly unpredictable speeds many a times. I was on the defense for my team which consisted of a offender(the term we use informally for the forward here),  perhaps more intoxicated than I was(or am), with severe wrist pain as a result of the same. On the opposition was what I would say the pair of best players I have played with on both the spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The matches were not to say very enjoyable, and soon afterwards are something I would remember for long. We played six matches and lost five of them, three in neck-to-neck situation and, and two as bitter fruits of easygoing; and learned things which I failed to notice till now, how evident, influential, and obvious they have been, for me, as well as for people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson one, and a brutal fact: People who can't contemplate and can't make a choice between their options, desrve nothing in their lives, and get nothing. They might have an average life, but riding high over the wings of big dreams is not under their mettle. Miracles do happen, but irony is that 'only for the realists'. I remember my friend saying me "Opportunities are never lost Vivek,and if you either fail to notice it or let it go for the fear of failure(ya he was pointing at me), they will be picked up by someone else, and you may regret for it someday, and it might be too late." I always have thought that I got the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson two, a pragmatic outcome: If you can differentiate between mistakes and no-mistakes, and ensure that you always will follow the later their is no way you are gonna lose at anything, or putting otherwise there is nothing which you can't do. The problem is, though it's humanly possible to do that, it still needs a superhuman effort(or, atleast I felt so). You have to be aware for every second you go through, and if you slack for even a little you are very prone to commit the first one: mistake. I am not being pessimistic. And I hope, from now on I will be targetting for the later of two. Let come the nerves in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson three, and the bitterest: If you fail it's totally because of your own mistake, and if you wnated you could have prevented yourself coming out as a loser. However there is no need for one to victimise himself. I have learned much from my failures, because they give me the reason to think about me, my deeds and potentials, each and everytime. And it's nice to fail at times, except when their is no space for it in the course of things you sailing by. Failure gives you the vision to distinguish between the mistake and no-mistake thing, whether it's right or wrong(I am surely not taliking about the moralaspects) becomes irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough foosball lessons for the day. I need to think over so many things, and have to do so many things...so bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-6015166210986454656?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/6015166210986454656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-always-do-something-different-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/6015166210986454656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/6015166210986454656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-always-do-something-different-after.html' title='Foosball Lessons'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731690787696902913.post-2738217258969792777</id><published>2009-01-01T08:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:56:46.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Transmutation</title><content type='html'>New blog...&lt;br /&gt;For a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731690787696902913-2738217258969792777?l=contemplatorae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/feeds/2738217258969792777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2008/12/transmutation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/2738217258969792777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731690787696902913/posts/default/2738217258969792777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplatorae.blogspot.com/2008/12/transmutation.html' title='Transmutation'/><author><name>Vivek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955096881473256910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
