<?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-9160335242708537346</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:42:18.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECTRUM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160335242708537346.post-8612188487243701490</id><published>2010-09-10T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T03:46:52.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms are special!</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know, everyone would say that. But it's a different thing to experience it altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was sleeping with my mom on one side and my sister on the other. Suddenly in the middle of the night I woke up with a start.&lt;br /&gt;I started looking around like a baboon. You know, staring at my sister as if I don't know where I am. And I still don't remember what made me wake up. A bad dream probably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mother on seeing me all sweaty scolded my sister- "You hit her!" And then she did something that I'll cherish my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;She said to me as if i was a li'l kid- "it's okay.. it's okay... Go to sleep." And then she hugged me and I went to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am a 21 year old adult I wish my mom would hug me the same way everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But i dare not tell her lest she becomes conscious of it. &lt;br /&gt;These things are best done spontaneously, especially mom's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why moms are special. For no matter how old you get, you'll always be their li'l girl!&lt;br /&gt;Love you mom! I just wish I could express this to you someday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160335242708537346-8612188487243701490?l=spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/8612188487243701490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160335242708537346&amp;postID=8612188487243701490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/8612188487243701490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/8612188487243701490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/2010/09/moms-are-special.html' title='Moms are special!'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160335242708537346.post-94700314226452654</id><published>2010-08-28T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T06:51:31.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is infectious.</title><content type='html'>Had a rough start to the day. You know, like one of those that you would easily want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left the house angry as hell, which by the way is my trademark.&lt;br /&gt;But then it is in these strange moments that i realised that you can find happiness wrapped in small packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my seat in the metro and at the next station a li'l girl came and sat next to me with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;As much as i dread kids, she left no stone unturned in making me hate her. She was jumping, screaming, looking out of the window exclaiming at every passing tree- "OOH! What's that!". To top it all she was standing on the seat!&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I gave her an angry stare. Why the hell was she leaning on me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she did a very strange thing. She looked at me, sealed her lips, and put one finger on each of her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Now that was weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did the same thing when I stared angrily at her for the second time. What a retard, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;So then I asked her mother what is she doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother started smiling and looking at her said- "She's trying to control her laughter. ise hansi aa rahi hai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went- "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and then she suddenly burst out laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to maintain that angry look but Alas! her laughter caught me as well.&lt;br /&gt;The way she was laughing it made me laugh as well.&lt;br /&gt;And was she laughing! She was literally falling on the floor! And so it became a chain.&lt;br /&gt;First, she was laughing then I was, then her mother and eventually the whole coach was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I said- laughter is infectious! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160335242708537346-94700314226452654?l=spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/94700314226452654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160335242708537346&amp;postID=94700314226452654' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/94700314226452654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/94700314226452654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/2010/08/laughter-is-infectious.html' title='Laughter is infectious.'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160335242708537346.post-4766570925021096723</id><published>2010-01-26T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T03:42:33.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound of wind</title><content type='html'>I didn't know the sound of wind sounds so good.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need time for what the pundits would call it "introspection".&lt;br /&gt;I was on the roof, headphones on.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the wind blowing, and banging against my ears and headphones it sounded different.&lt;br /&gt;*swish.. swish... &lt;br /&gt;Though it sounds kiddish but it was like somebody talkin to you.&lt;br /&gt;On normal days I would have been really afraid. (I have had an excess of The 3 Grudges, Dead Silence and Paranormal Activity!)&lt;br /&gt;But this time it was different. It might as well have been the wind talking to me, I wouldn't know. &lt;br /&gt;But it sure did made me turn my music off.And somehow the sound of wind sounded more musical than the music in my phone. I was on the edge of the roof (No, I wasn't going to jump off) and I could see quite some distance. &lt;br /&gt;Looking down made me feel I could fly.. Like you have those images as kids. I remember watching Shaktiman made a lot of kids believe that if they fall he's going to come flying and save them.&lt;br /&gt;But nah! This wasn't about somebody saving me.&lt;br /&gt;This was about feeling liberated.&lt;br /&gt;Like one of those moments when you're by yourself. You can't think of a solution but at that moment you don't think of the problem as well.&lt;br /&gt;You've lost the world but you've found yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's just a moment but it makes up for all your lifetime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160335242708537346-4766570925021096723?l=spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/4766570925021096723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160335242708537346&amp;postID=4766570925021096723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/4766570925021096723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/4766570925021096723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/2010/01/sound-of-wind.html' title='The sound of wind'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160335242708537346.post-2275785148332003967</id><published>2009-06-13T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:42:29.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain Dance</title><content type='html'>Raindrops on the window pane. a hot cup of tea in my hands. Head rested on the window. Curtains drawn aside. Trees bathing in the rain. Wind blowing and I can see the leaves dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile cuts across my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the kids dancing away in the rain, half-naked. Wish I could go too. I want to. They call out to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going? Certainly not. I don't like rain. Or that's what I've been telling myself all these years. How can anyone like the rain? Stupid. Yes, that's what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what harm can a little jig do? I can capture it inside. I look down. I should get up. Maybe I can dance too. Besides no one is watching. I'll get up give my waist a little twist and sit down. Yes, that's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I try to get up, my better half comes in. "It's raining outside, want to go for a ride?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that i didn't try dancing in front of him. "Yes, of course." I give a smile and he  comes and keeps the crutches besides me for me to stand.&lt;br /&gt;We are going for a long drive....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160335242708537346-2275785148332003967?l=spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/2275785148332003967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160335242708537346&amp;postID=2275785148332003967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/2275785148332003967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/2275785148332003967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-dance.html' title='The Rain Dance'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160335242708537346.post-2731236779212116584</id><published>2008-10-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:00:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My identity</title><content type='html'>lost in the mad rush of life,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just another person,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find her space.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;had heard;&lt;br /&gt;if wishes were horses,&lt;br /&gt;beggars would ride.&lt;br /&gt;but there are no horses.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;just the beggar,&lt;br /&gt;watching others steal, snatch,&lt;br /&gt;in trying to get what they want.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i had my principles high,&lt;br /&gt;and so i am the beggar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i've seen the king,&lt;br /&gt;and i've seen the slaves.&lt;br /&gt;how much time did the ing take,&lt;br /&gt;to turn from slave to king is all i wonder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;last i knew he was an ordinary man,&lt;br /&gt;he knew some ordinary people,&lt;br /&gt;who wanted to be the king as well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;now they are the slaves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if this is what a king is,&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to be a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;but someday i hope,&lt;br /&gt;i'll turn into a king,&lt;br /&gt;with no slave left,&lt;br /&gt;to trample over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160335242708537346-2731236779212116584?l=spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/2731236779212116584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160335242708537346&amp;postID=2731236779212116584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/2731236779212116584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/2731236779212116584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-identity.html' title='My identity'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160335242708537346.post-867694745250816441</id><published>2008-04-27T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:21:02.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WALK OF LONLINESS....</title><content type='html'>Walkin through the lonely street,&lt;br /&gt;I look back.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been walkin alone for too long now,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop, &amp; I look around,&lt;br /&gt;But I see no-one.&lt;br /&gt;People I wished were walking with me,&lt;br /&gt;are long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shout for a name,&lt;br /&gt;A name to cling to.&lt;br /&gt;But I get no answers.&lt;br /&gt;All I get is an echoing silence,&lt;br /&gt;Ringing through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish darkness would soon fade away.&lt;br /&gt;But I know,&lt;br /&gt;This darkness is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So I start walking again,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it’s a walk of despair.&lt;br /&gt;I look in front now,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I again find no-one.&lt;br /&gt;People I wished were walking with me,&lt;br /&gt;are long gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160335242708537346-867694745250816441?l=spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/867694745250816441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160335242708537346&amp;postID=867694745250816441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/867694745250816441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/867694745250816441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/2008/04/walk-of-lonliness.html' title='A WALK OF LONLINESS....'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160335242708537346.post-8598610312177522826</id><published>2008-04-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T03:47:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NIGHTMARISH EXPERIENCE!</title><content type='html'>Me, my sis &amp; my dad had gone off to some place.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the home we had taken on rent, i got to know that the rent is really low, they'll provide us with all the food &amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;It was a one room flat on the first floor, and the land-lords lived on the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;When we settled inside our small room, the first thing i asked dad was that how come no-one occupied this room earlier if its so cheap. Dad took it casually &amp; said how do i know.. must be something..&lt;br /&gt;Then the night fell, &amp; we all went to sleep. Since it was a single room, so we had got a folding spread out in the room, &amp; my sis &amp; me slept on it, while my dad slept on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;When everything was still &amp; we had peacefully gone off to sleep, i suddenly heard voices. To be precise, i heard a lady singing in a haunting voice in our room!!!&lt;br /&gt;We were sleeping with quilts spread out all over our head, &amp; so i peeped out from inside to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;What i saw was a lady standing inside our room, in a white saree.&lt;br /&gt;i was alomst dead!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how i got a bit courage &amp; I whispered to my dad: Dad, there's someone in our room!!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad said-"Stop imagining things &amp; go back to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so i tried to stay still listening hard to that haunting voice &amp; also keeping a look at her.&lt;br /&gt;But then what happened froze me! At the next instant what happened was that lady looked at the place where i was lying and decide to come towards me. i thought i am dead!!&lt;br /&gt;She stood next to where my head was. i froze! and i closed my eyes in terror.&lt;br /&gt;She lightly lifted the quilt, and peeped inside. I thought if i act as if i'm sleeping &amp; i havent seen her then she might go away.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that is exactly what happened. She saw my eyes closed, gave one last fleeting look, &amp; went away.&lt;br /&gt;For a few seconds I couldnt gather up my strength to say anything!!&lt;br /&gt;I was too happy to be alive.... &amp; started thanking god with all my might!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; while i was chanting God's name i heard bells ringing around me. i felt as if God himself is here to save me!! To give me strentgh!!&lt;br /&gt;The bells started getting louder &amp; louder.... and i heard voices and then i realised I was in my room sweating profusley with the alarm clock ringing at its top-most voice.....&lt;br /&gt;I thought oh! Thankgod it was dream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, was it really?? Keep wondering, while i myslef try to figure it out..... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160335242708537346-8598610312177522826?l=spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/feeds/8598610312177522826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160335242708537346&amp;postID=8598610312177522826' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/8598610312177522826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160335242708537346/posts/default/8598610312177522826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectrum-raisondetre.blogspot.com/2008/04/nightmarish-experience.html' title='A NIGHTMARISH EXPERIENCE!'/><author><name>SPECTRUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545796577758481933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb__-qBY3ro/TIr_p__p2VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T0EfG2h1YLQ/S220/486288570_d1842e9450_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
