<?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-13657019</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:05:53.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus Earth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657019.post-114674603122393571</id><published>2006-05-04T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:33:51.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I high ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;They say I am high;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;but am I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I wander around a city ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;unoccupied and empty as I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;though the walls are of glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I not know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;but I am seeing through everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;all of void, all the silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;standing on ground not visible ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;and a sky non existent ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I wonder ; am I high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;They say I am high;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt; but am I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I wander around a city ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;occupied and full as I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;though the walls are of steel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I not know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;but I can't see  any thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;all of thrill,  all  of   hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;standing on ground of bricks ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;and a sky black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I wonder ; am I high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;They say I am high;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;  but am I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt; I wander around a plain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;empty as  far you can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;no walls , no one  ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;no ground , no sky ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;a perfect nothingness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;Have I been to different places;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;or was  I standing  still all the time ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I wonder ;  am  I high ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-114674603122393571?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/114674603122393571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=114674603122393571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114674603122393571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114674603122393571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-high.html' title='Am I high ?'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657019.post-114631007326986666</id><published>2006-04-29T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T04:27:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AND SOCCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am completely confused about the concept of life. After all what is life? Is it the way we live or the way we pretend to? Is it about gaining or loosing ? Is it about success or failure ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly I don't know. And I think no one has ever been able to answer me convincing &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;enough. By convincing I don’t want to convey that every one's perception of the " real " world is different and the answers depend on one's stand. I believe or at least I want &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to believe that there is some unanimity among the answers if there had been many ? It&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is not possible for any one to explain a common concern as life to be explained by a set of answers derived from a domain ; infinite and boundless as space . If there is some generality among the entities like us which are governed by a set of universal laws and influenced by a set of unknown but certain factors. By universal laws I mean at the core level we are just physical systems and should someday be explained by a grand and complete set of laws. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But sometimes I think we are much more complicated than a Ferrari in the sense that our life is also influenced by the way we are affected by the society and other people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What about feelings ? How can we explain them ? Do we really understand what we feel? Or do we even know the difference between feeling something actually and the perception of our mind that we are feeling something ? I am not sure about others but I can't tell the difference.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The concept of feeling is &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a bit weird and amazing simultaneously. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Certainly feeling and perception are completely different. If one sees a rose ; he perceives that there is a rose in front of him but the kind of feeling one gets is &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;completely independent of the perception . Some may feel low , others may feel high after seeing a rose . If perception is defined by our senses ; feelings as is usually said is defined by one's "sub-conscious" mind ; though I am not sure whether it's true. So it is very easy to be defied by senses. So I can't be cent percent sure if what I am seeing or perceiving ,actually exists . Though "realists" counter that there&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is 6N&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;certainty&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of the perception. But I think even if there is an infinitesimal possibility of something magical ,it is worth wondering about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems life is like a football game. Every one is playing . Every one knows his role. Every one has a different position and strategy. Every one has a common aim : to score a goal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But it is amazing to wonder about, who set the rules ? Who started the game? What are the sides ? On which side one stands ? Who is the referee ? What is the ball? who are the audience ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Some times I think that people don't care about the rules as long as they aren't interrupted . We keep chasing a ball we don't know ; with an aim in mind : the significance of which we don't know. We move freely without even realizing that there are boundaries and we have no clue about its strength or vulnerability . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here also we find "winners" ( optimists if the former is too flattering) who keep attacking and pushing the limits. There are &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"realists" ( orthodox layman ) who keep themselves centered in lust for controlling the ball and to be a center of attraction. There are &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"losers" (pessimists if the former is too harsh ) who stay&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;back ; watching the game ; and waiting to defend .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I think it doesn't matter if you are "winner" or "looser" unless you understand the game. I think , that's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;how life is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As somebody has said : &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Life is about asking the questions . And even if you don't have an answer you keep&lt;br /&gt; looking for one. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="arial" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-114631007326986666?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/114631007326986666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=114631007326986666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114631007326986666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114631007326986666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-and-soccer_114631007326986666.html' title='LIFE AND SOCCER'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</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-13657019.post-114154938782902010</id><published>2006-03-05T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:07:25.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIMONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I always pursued understanding this world with the strong hope , that nothing here is magical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every thing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is either the masterpiece of an intelligent , creative mind or the child’s play of mother nature. And it still surprises me often . &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Beauty ; the most admired and hardly noticed attribute of this world is quite a mystery to me. Do I understand it ? Do I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;know what it is ? Can I explain what it is within the syntactical&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;limits of this web page ? Honestly ; I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;seek but don’t know the answers to these questions.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Last night&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw someone . Some one walking ahead of me . Fast enough to be out of my reach and slow enough to be in my mind. I saw something that I must say was extraordinarily out-of-this-world . A Kimono. Yeah as I try to remember&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;only find a shining , bloody red and extremely delicate kimono that she wore . &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;For a Kimono to be a center of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;attraction , is not a thing which I experience everyday . Flowers painted on it seemed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so real as if I saw them coming out of it ,virtually flying past me and intoxicating me with their unearthly aura . And then I felt it ; a small flutter in it&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;perhaps due to the gusts of wind&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;striking&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;me . I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;kept watching her&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;walking as&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;her black long hairs swing from side- to – side&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;; yeah it was not just my head&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but they were also swinging . They were black as much&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to make think that whether the lights I saw was daytime streaks or the moon’s mirage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew that I was surrounded by others but I didn’t realize that I wasn’t even noticing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;them or perhaps I wanted to ignore.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And then I felt pain . I don’t know why it aroused suddenly but after a few minutes … or few seconds … I am not sure of the timescales ; she was gone.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The very moment before disappearing I sealed it ; the kimono ; in my memories and to this day I feel it . I feel the time when I was really alive and that there is something indeed magical&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in this world . &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Beauty can be found even in wilderness.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Happiness in sorrow.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Light in the dark.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know  if god exists but certainly the one who designed this world is , indeed , a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;dori-mingu........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-114154938782902010?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/114154938782902010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=114154938782902010' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114154938782902010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114154938782902010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2006/03/kimono.html' title='KIMONO'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657019.post-114008732274557668</id><published>2006-02-16T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T02:55:22.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What I saw , while walking on a road ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;where which I never knew  headed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and why and when since I walked on it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;was lying a corpse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It lay there though ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;for I can't say may be a long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And I wondered  why not taken it was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;as running over it were passing cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Uneasy I felt then I started walking again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;after walking a distance not great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;to my amazement found I ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;what was another corpse waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Again what I did was walking again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ignoring the case as had been usual for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;found again was a corpse not human, but dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and then followed by humans were dogs and dogs by humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And then bearing long enough I asked another person;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;who like me was hopefully headed somewhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" What are these bodies ,and what are those cars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;why these are not taken ,and why these are not stopping?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;After waiting long for an answer , I held his hand and asked;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Hey ! Are you listening to me , or deaf is what you are ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Being bothered enough , at last what  I got was a question -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Who are you and why walking on this road  are you ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Realised never before , I felt I dont know myself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why Where from and since When  I  was traveling on the road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;were the questions which appeared to my mind ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;which why had no answers I didn't knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Those ones once walked on this unending road;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And those riding over them in the cars are  ' Priviledged' ones "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Unable to comprehend the words I tried to stop one of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And which was I imagine  were my last deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;            ---- Arvind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-114008732274557668?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/114008732274557668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=114008732274557668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114008732274557668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/114008732274557668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2006/02/road.html' title='Road'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657019.post-113946079910904228</id><published>2006-02-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:38:42.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once was alive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now , but , dead .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once was noble;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once was cause ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but motive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once was struggle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ones once fought;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        now hide backyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The river once flew;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        now is now but paused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The winds which blew;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        now stand still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The fire once warm;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The rage once appealed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but subdued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Who once were heroes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        are now but history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once were ideas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        are now but fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once were feelings ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        are now ' just emotions ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once was love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but a dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once was conscience;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once were values;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        are no more worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once believed ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once cared ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What once was blood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;is now but water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What once was awakening;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;        is now but fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-113946079910904228?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/113946079910904228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=113946079910904228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/113946079910904228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/113946079910904228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2006/02/fall.html' title='The Fall'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</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-13657019.post-112166965944476920</id><published>2005-07-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:02:50.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder is there a set of mathematical equations that can describe at least sufficiently our world. I delibrately call those equations mathematical rather than physical becauseyou know that ' physical ' equations do describe a part of our world. Because if there were any set of equations it will have at least one advantage . All we have to do is to feed in a super machine those equations and the initial values of a set of variables ( I believe there are finite number of parameters governing this universe , because infinite parameters means it would be impossible for the God to control them and hence the universe ) simulate the world and get rid of this damm problem of choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This were my earlier thoughts. But all this got screwed when someone invented quantum mechanics . It said in short that there is probability of every choice though small may it be. Basically you couldn't choose precisely. I was disappointed and all my hopes of getting rid of chossing a stream without even being aware of what it is, choosing a carreer knowing it wouldn't be all, choosing books which I am never going to read, choosing pants though I don't care how I look, choosing ice cream which I occasionally try, choosing the damm resteraunt while you are hungry , choosing a pros. even when you are desperate , choosing a pen when you are late for EMEC exams ; in short choosing a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a breakthrough when somebody found String Theory and there&lt;br /&gt;were rumors that it is the GUT ( God's Ultimate Theory ) . I was again alive and&lt;br /&gt;my hopes re-traversed . When I tried to understand it I was confused but thanks to Discovery Channel which I once watched insanely ; I got to know that it predicts eleven dimensions and parallel universes. Which meant that now I don't just have to care about four dimensions in choosing but eleven dimensions . And even worse than that there can be parallel Arvinds choosing the same or different things in parallel universes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus all my hopes of getting rid of this problem were shattered to ground . But I am still trying ; well I think that's the way so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-112166965944476920?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/112166965944476920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=112166965944476920' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/112166965944476920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/112166965944476920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2005/07/dreamz.html' title='Dreamz'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657019.post-111876649424748981</id><published>2005-06-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:28:14.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE  POEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the stagnant water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of a bounded pond,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the falling leaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of a dying tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;On a barren land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In a lonely country,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the dim look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of a poor man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Living for a living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of the last poem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of a dying poet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the leaves ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Drenched by the first drops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of the first rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of a new season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the movement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of the hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of an old watch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;On my table,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of an old man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Running on sunny morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;On an old track,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In lonliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the prayers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of the wrinkled hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of a grievious  grandmother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the quest ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of a small baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the hands of his mother ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I see myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;On every morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Of everyday that I live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I  wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Am I seeing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-111876649424748981?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/111876649424748981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=111876649424748981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/111876649424748981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/111876649424748981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2005/06/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</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-13657019.post-111874226390546857</id><published>2005-06-13T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T02:51:49.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malfunction</title><content type='html'>Year 2199 , february 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the solaris....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an industrial excavation spaceship travelling through a chaotic dusty region of far space .&lt;br /&gt;The space ship is a state of the art machine completely automated driven by plasma boosters.&lt;br /&gt;The entire ship is being controlled by a super computer Maya X2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only three crew members ; Mathew ,the pilot; Cyrene , the doctor and expert for&lt;br /&gt;alien biology and Tom ; the software expert and electrical and aeronautical engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire mission usually is accomplished by the remotely controlled and intelligent machines&lt;br /&gt;called Seekers ( machines are normally in "self " mode but have an option for mode " control"&lt;br /&gt;which means that they can be remotely operated ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some noise in the left deck.&lt;br /&gt;Mathew cannot make out what is happening . Cyrene and Tom rush to left deck ....&lt;br /&gt;Before they could reach the site a shock wave travels past them and suddenely all lights&lt;br /&gt;gone, gravity (artificial) fails and the entire space ship goes out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some ten dark hours ,the noise is gone and every thing is back to the floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : Tom , Cyrene are you guys all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; :Yeah we are all right .Where is Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : I am right here babe.&lt;br /&gt;Mathew:It seems we have landed somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew enables the emergency systems.&lt;br /&gt;Now the lights have returned and there is a sudden air- warning " fire in the block L32".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Everyone has returned to the main deck )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; :It seems Maya is unable to counter the fire,we will have to do it manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; : I think we should send Cray2 ( Crays are general purpose robots ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : The situation may be too chaotic. We should accompany him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew remains on the main deck ; Tom , Cyrene and Cray2 go to the block L32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They reached the block)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is huge short circuit and discharge is flowing all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : Mathew , shut down the left boosters .(There are three main boosters in the ship and&lt;br /&gt;two auxiliary boosters )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mathew shut downs the left booster and power to L32)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly all the discharge is gone and the fire extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cyrene and Tom return to the main deck .)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : So what is this place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : I don't know but this is not G-24 for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(G-24 is the name of planet they were going to)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew : It seems very dark kind of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : Contact the station .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( There is a station for guiding space travels in far orbit of sun called GAYA-1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G-24 the planet they were heading for is 3.2 light-months away from sun . )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : I can't , there is too much electromagnetic disturbance here and we are not recieving&lt;br /&gt;any reflected signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The ship has data about many celestial bodies in the region it travels . It transmits the signals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and calculate specific parameters about the neighbouring planets . Identifying neighbouring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bodies and matching with her database the ship calculates its present position . )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : Let us send the seekers out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah I would like to, what you say Cyrene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; :We should first scan the place . Send the scanners (these are flying inspection machines )out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : Most of them are distroyed in the fire . Anyway I will send whatever are operational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mathew commands seven scanners to inspection mode . Rest are rendered un-operational in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fire.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some ten hours of scanning scanners detected some strange kind of metallic structures.&lt;br /&gt;The entire planet was barren with no visible life form ( as the scanners didn't detected any&lt;br /&gt;moving objects ) but the structure.&lt;br /&gt;The structure was metallic as detected by scanners . It was pyramidal with five faces and a&lt;br /&gt;height of some 150 meters . There were no openings on the faces except at the bottom there&lt;br /&gt;was some passage going inside and some fade blue light was coming out of it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt;: There ! There ! Did you see that light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah try to move that scanner ; use a zoom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mathew enables control mode and zooms the view but in vain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : No use we can't infer anything . Lets send the seekers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;: That's going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mathew automates the seekers and targets them to the location of the object )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew and others can see what the seekers are doing for there is video unit seeker one in ten.&lt;br /&gt;So now they are seeing at about ten video channels whats actually going on . After about fifteen&lt;br /&gt;hours of journey(seekers can't fly ) seekers reach the place .After reaching the place an alarm&lt;br /&gt;was trriggered by the seekers which broke the sleep of the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : Attention guys . We are there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : My God ! What the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; : Mathew move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seekers approached the door or whatever it may be they couldn't see anything but&lt;br /&gt;light.When most of the seekers went inside and still nothing was visible every body on board&lt;br /&gt;got scared .Suddenly all the monitors showed a "no signal " warning . In a matter of seconds&lt;br /&gt;crew lost the contact with all the seekers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they had nothing but only scanners and crays .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : What do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; : I think we have only two choices.First either we can wait and watch whatever long it may take or we can go to that place ourselves and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : Are u kidding ! That is too dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; : I know but we don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; : Cyrene is right Tom . Any way we will take the best of our weapons and the shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shield is an instrument which creates an electromagnetic shield around it and nothing except&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very massive and laser can enter it .Shield can sustain a field uptill only 10 minutes )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took out one of the jets (jet is a small travelling air vehicle ) and left for the location taking&lt;br /&gt;cray13 and leaving the space ship under the control of cray2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reached the place they found no tray of any seeker and they also inspected all around the object but in vain . The object was very strange it was not exactly metallic as it&lt;br /&gt;seemed on the screen , it was made of some thing else which didn't show metallic behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;(For they checked it with inspecting lasers ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They landed in front of the door .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew approached the door with Cyrene and Tom behind. Suddenely they heard some humming sound and felt the vibrations on the ground .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : Mathew be careful. Something is coming . Back off ! Back off ! Back off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew ran towards the jet . Tom and Cyrene saw the seekers chasing Mathew with their&lt;br /&gt;arms pointing on Mathew . Suddenly they started shooting and shot Mathew .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : Mathew ! (shouting )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they were aiming Tom and Cyrene but they were not as late as Mathew to put on the shield . Despite furious shooting they were alive and safely boarded the jet .Cyrene&lt;br /&gt;started the jet and flew. While Tom took out a plasma grenade and dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : (while dropping the grenade ) Take this you fuckers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an astronomical blast down on the ground while Tom and Cyrene seeing it from the&lt;br /&gt;sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(After reaching the space ship )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; : I think we should leave this place . Because if there were more seekers inside they would&lt;br /&gt;come for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah ! definitely !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking off ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrene&lt;/span&gt; : Tom ,I am not able to understand why they attacked us , what happened to them,&lt;br /&gt;what was the malfunction..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With next part " The Analysis " .&lt;br /&gt;coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657019-111874226390546857?l=fourthquasar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/feeds/111874226390546857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657019&amp;postID=111874226390546857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/111874226390546857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657019/posts/default/111874226390546857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthquasar.blogspot.com/2005/06/malfunction.html' title='The Malfunction'/><author><name>hole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062992323374652949</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></feed>
