Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Can't pretend that I am not

Time is moving and moving. It's like moving water in a river. Simply, nobody can stop it but by a way or the other we try to manage our live accordingly. In this superhighway of life, we meet people of a kind or those totally unwanted and some neglected. Praises are love songs and friends are an immense part of the journey.

I believe that everyone in this earth is created for a purpose. We all want success but bewildered this is always possible because my meaning of success differs from yours and with everyone's.  I think we should never quit. Quitter never wins. Nobody should quit their hard made friends; they can never be gained again if lost. Resumed are those parts in life which you find to reminiscence in virtual world.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Emotions and Prototypes

I can't control my emotions. Don't think that you do. Also not most, any of us can take over things called

emotions. These are defined for the basic functioning and maintaining cybernetics in our system. And

not to be late emotions, they themselves are emotional prototype so sophisticated to handle for.

Love, hate, anger, blue face, selected woes may be some of those happenstances you might have come

across so far. Digging the jewel, sex, war, peace is even the triointimacy, they are either emotions of

themselves or causes of phenomenal expenses. Should one try to control emotional, one commences

hallucinating and field of vision is synonymous with illusion.

 

You can define your own emotionspersonal emotions. A girl remembering her fiancé could hardly

control her emotions when she approaches the spot in him. A majestic commander, as a rule of thumb,

heading for a battle could hardly overcome his emotions for thirst of a collective possessionso many to

mention from anger to kill and being killed, to a kiss and love of his consort. These are just few in a vast

ocean of emotions.

 

Sometimes, we feel that we won't be committing any crime until we happen to, only due to emotions.

Brutal instances of uncontrollable emotions surely outnumber those that are one's private. A pin in

heart experiences for emotions might make us feel that we hadn't. Yes, had I not done that for this or

otherwise, I'd not have fallen for it. This is a typical exampli gratia for raison d'être to confess that you

just committed a crime of not controlling emotions.

 

But this is not true. Nor is justifiable. It's you, right, and soul right to handle your matters. You can't

control your emotions so isn't your problem but reversely if one tries to control it, one might have

problems. Pros overcome cons in emotional prototypes of selfprogrammed human homoeostasis. To

conclude, emotions are pure emotional expressions, sense that one can't control and never should try

to unless you want to loose control of yourself and who wants that for!!!!

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

The Enchanted Typewriter by John Kendrick Bangs

The Enchanted Typewriter by John Kendrick Bangs @ Ekendra's blog
 
1. THE DISCOVERY
 
It is a strange fact, for which I do not expect ever satisfactorily to account, and which will receive little credence even among those who know that I am not given to romancing--it is a strange fact, I say, that the substance of the following pages has evolved itself during a period of six months, more or less, between the hours of midnight and four o'clock in the morning, proceeding directly from a type-writing machine standing in the corner of my library, manipulated by unseen hands. The machine is not of recent make. It is, in fact a relic of the early seventies, which I discovered one morning when, suffering from a slight attack of the grip, I had remained at home and devoted my time to pottering about in the attic, unearthing old books, bringing to the light long-forgotten correspondences, my boyhood collections of "stuff," and other memory-inducing things. Whence the machine came originally I do not recall. My impression is that it belonged to a stenographer once in the employ of my father, who used frequently to come to our house to take down dictations. However this may be, the machine had lain hidden by dust and the flotsam and jetsam of the house for twenty years, when, as I have said, I came upon it unexpectedly. Old man as I am--I shall soon be thirty--the fascination of a machine has lost none of its potency. I am as pleased to-day watching the wheels of my watch "go round" as ever I was, and to "monkey" with a type-writing apparatus has always brought great joy into my heart-- though for composing give me the pen. Perhaps I should apologize for the use here of the verb monkey, which savors of what a friend of mine calls the "English slanguage," to differentiate it from what he also calls the "Andrew Language." But I shall not do so, because, to whatever branch of our tongue the word may belong, it is exactly descriptive, and descriptive as no other word can be, of what a boy does with things that click and "go," and is therefore not at all out of place in a tale which I trust will be regarded as a polite one.
 
The discovery of the machine put an end to my attic potterings. I cared little for finding old bill-files and collections of Atlantic cable-ends when, with a whole morning, a type-writing machine, and a screw-driver before me I could penetrate the mysteries of that useful mechanism. I shall not endeavor to describe the delightful sensations of that hour of screwing and unscrewing; they surpass the powers of my pen. Suffice it to say that I took the whole apparatus apart, cleaned it well, oiled every joint, and then put it together again. I do not suppose a seven-year-old boy could have derived more satisfaction from taking a piano to pieces. It was exhilarating, and I resolved that as a reward for the pleasure it had given me the machine should have a brand-new ribbon and as much ink as it could consume. And that, in brief, is how it came to be that this machine of antiquated pattern was added to the library bric-a-brac. To say the truth, it was of no more practical use than Barye's dancing bear, a plaster cast of which adorns my mantel-shelf, so that when I classify it with the bric-a-brac I do so advisedly. I frequently tried to write a jest or two upon it, but the results were extraordinarily like Sir Arthur Sullivan's experience with the organ into whose depths the lost chord sank, never to return. I dashed off the jests well enough, but somewhere between the keys and the types they were lost, and the results, when I came to scan the paper, were depressing. And once I tried a sonnet on the keys. Exactly how to classify the jumble that came out of it I do not know, but it was curious enough to have appealed strongly to D'Israeli or any other collector of the literary oddity. More singular than the sonnet, though, was the fact that when I tried to write my name upon this strange machine, instead of finding it in all its glorious length written upon the paper, I did find "William Shakespeare" printed there in its stead. Of course you will say that in putting the machine together I mixed up the keys and the letters. I have no doubt that I did, but when I tell you that there have been times when, looking at myself in the glass, I have fancied that I saw in my mirrored face the lineaments of the great bard; that the contour of my head is precisely the same as was his; that when visiting Stratford for the first time every foot of it was pregnant with clearly defined recollections to me, you will perhaps more easily picture to yourself my sensations at the moment.
 
However, enough of describing the machine in its relation to myself. I have said sufficient, I think, to convince you that whatever its make, its age, and its limitations, it was an extraordinary affair; and, once convinced of that, you may the more readily believe me when I tell you that it has gone into business apparently for itself --and incidentally for me.
 
It was on the morning of the 26th of March last that I discovered the curious condition of affairs concerning which I have essayed to write. My family do not agree with me as to the date. They say that it was on the evening of the 25th of March that the episode had its beginning; but they are not aware, for I have not told them, that it was not evening, but morning, when I reached home after the dinner at the Aldus Club. It was at a quarter of three A.M. precisely that I entered my house and proceeded to remove my hat and coat, in which operation I was interrupted, and in a startling manner, by a click from the dark recesses of the library. A man does not like to hear a click which he cannot comprehend, even before he has dined. After he has dined, however, and feels a satisfaction with life which cannot come to him before dinner, to hear a mysterious click, and from a dark corner, at an hour when the world is at rest, is not pleasing. To say that my heart jumped into my mouth is mild. I believe it jumped out of my mouth and rebounded against the wall opposite back though my system into my boots. All the sins of my past life, and they are many--I once stepped upon a caterpillar, and I have coveted my neighbor both his man-servant and his maid-servant, though not his wife nor his ass, because I don't like his wife and he keeps no live-stock--all my sins, I say, rose up before me, for I expected every moment that a bullet would penetrate my brain, or my heart if perchance the burglar whom I suspected of levelling a clicking revolver at me aimed at my feet.
 
"Who is there?" I cried, making a vocal display of bravery I did not feel, hiding behind our hair sofa.
 
The only answer was another click.
 
"This is serious," I whispered softly to myself. "There are two of 'em; I am in the light, unarmed. They are concealed by the darkness and have revolvers. There is only one way out of this, and that is by strategy. I'll pretend I think I've made a mistake." So I addressed myself aloud.
 
"What an idiot you are," I said, so that my words could be heard by the burglars. "If this is the effect of Aldus Club dinners you'd better give them up. That click wasn't a click at all, but the ticking of our new eight-day clock."
 
I paused, and from the corner there came a dozen more clicks in quick succession, like the cocking of as many revolvers.
 
"Great Heavens!" I murmured, under my breath. "It must be Ali Baba with his forty thieves."
 
As I spoke, the mystery cleared itself, for following close upon a thirteenth click came the gentle ringing of a bell, and I knew then that the type-writing machine was in action; but this was by no means a reassuring discovery. Who or what could it be that was engaged upon the type-writer at that unholy hour, 3 A.M.? If a mortal being, why was my coming no interruption? If a supernatural being, what infernal complication might not the immediate future have in store for me?
 
My first impulse was to flee the house, to go out into the night and pace the fields--possibly to rush out to the golf links and play a few holes in the dark in order to cool my brow, which was rapidly becoming fevered. Fortunately, however, I am not a man of impulse. I never yield to a mere nerve suggestion, and so, instead of going out into the storm and certainly contracting pneumonia, I walked boldly into the library to investigate the causes of the very extraordinary incident. You may rest well assured, however, that I took care to go armed, fortifying myself with a stout stick, with a long, ugly steel blade concealed within it--a cowardly weapon, by-the-way, which I permit to rest in my house merely because it forms a part of a collection of weapons acquired through the failure of a comic paper to which I had contributed several articles. The editor, when the crash came, sent me the collection as part payment of what was owed me, which I think was very good of him, because a great many people said that it was my stuff that killed the paper. But to return to the story. Fortifying myself with the sword-cane, I walked boldly into the library, and, touching the electric button, soon had every gas-jet in the room giving forth a brilliant flame; but these, brilliant as they were, disclosed nothing in the chair before the machine.
 
The latter, apparently oblivious of my presence, went clicking merrily and as rapidly along as though some expert young woman were in charge. Imagine the situation if you can. A type-writing machine of ancient make, its letters clear, but out of accord with the keys, confronted by an empty chair, three hours after midnight, rattling off page after page of something which might or might not be readable, I could not at the moment determine. For two or three minutes I gazed in open-mouthed wonder. I was not frightened, but I did experience a sensation which comes from contact with the uncanny. As I gradually grasped the situation and became used, somewhat, to what was going on, I ventured a remark.
 
"This beats the deuce!" I observed.
 
The machine stopped for an instant. The sheet of paper upon which the impressions of letters were being made flew out from under the cylinder, a pure white sheet was as quickly substituted, and the keys clicked off the line:
 
"What does?"

Note: This article The Enchanted Typewriter is by John Kendrick Bangs, me Ekendra Lamsal solely express my gratitudes to the author and think this publication does not violate any copyright infringements.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Waiting for happiness

Waiting for happiness

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'ii be more content when they are. 

After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of the stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, or when we retire. 

The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? 

Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with… ad remember that time waits for no one. 

So, stop waiting

ü  until your car or home is paid off

ü  until you get a new car or home

ü  until your kids leave the house

ü  until you go back to school

ü  until you lose 10 pounds

ü  until you gain ten pounds

ü  until you finish school

ü  until you get a divorce

ü  until you get married

ü  until you have kids

ü  until you retire

ü  until summer

ü  until spring

ü  until winter

ü  until fall

ü  until you die

There is no better time than right now to be happy.

Remember: Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Quotes you Quote 'em

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.
 
Do not look back. Do not dream about the future either. Your duty, your reward, your destiny are here and right now.
 
There is nothing so easy to learn as experience and nothing so hard to apply.
 
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
 
Doing what's right is not the problem. It is knowing what is right.
 
A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.
 
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
 
All who have accomplished great things have had a great aim, have fixed their gaze on a goal which was high, one which sometimes seemed impossible.
 
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
 
Power Principle : If you aren't making mistakes, you aren't making progress!
 
What it takes to discourage you, is in direct correlation to the amount of belief you have in yourself.
 
Love, by reason of its passion, destroys the inbetween which relates us to and separates us from the other.
 
 

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Mero Web: Growing Up

There is nothing so easy to learn as experience and nothing so hard to apply.
 
Fools may our scorn, not envy raise, For envy is a kind of praise.
 
Doing what's right is not the problem. It is knowing what is right.
 
A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.
 
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
 
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
 
That infernal creature who is the curse of all the human race becomes every day more and more abominable.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Raining Winters

Raining Winters

People say me that I've got a next turn in life but does it really matter when I, myself, assert of no importance. Anyway, my many many thanks to friends and my dear friends for all that they wished me. Winters come and go leaving me alone. I once wrote for moron's world and am the same for now. But I assert that I was, am and will remain the wolf in the cloud and with azured expressions.

I've a quick look back for my life to see nothing so especial to recall them a memento. I am being played with. Someday, somewhere I need to prove that I am true. But how… feeling someone you love so much is not just a proof that proves that you're. Meanings in life vary and varied in my way I've traced back the René Descartes.

I'm sure there is nobody-yes-perfectly nobody I can count on (not you can count on- only me- ??? the bitter side of life) I'm going to be a man of my own words as was but I felt that I killed a man inside me. I deliberately ended something valuable that meant great in me for no reasons and no reasons. Waiting, life's just waiting, yes no wondering I'm waiting for YOU Mr Fate, oops! Ms Fate!!!!

 

October 13, 2006

NB: Raining Winters was written @ 2035 hours Oct 13, 2006 exactly, my anniversary <b'day>.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Obsession, Passion and Love

One, who understands these three nightmares of life must be a frantic (optimized revision sought) but what does absolute human life want from, is the major question to be answered from the trio- Obsession, Passion and Love. In fact, morons-world is a moron's paradise.

 

These tro-trivial are very difficult to deal with. Obsession carries you to passion and the later to love. This is a very simple mind maze. But let me analyze in my own way with love at first. Is love need of age or life? How's it differing from rest two and from ever-talked or needed sex? No matter what rules our world, love is a must to live life. (Sometime later I shall write why I want to live alone.)

 

To success, to pride and to destiny, love is needed for existence….

Saturday, January 06, 2007

What is meditation?

What is meditation?

Meditation techniques aren't new. They've been around for thousands of years. Originally the goal of meditation was to help people deepen their understanding and awareness of the sacred and mystical forces of life. But you don't have to be religious to benefit from meditation. Anyone can meditate, regardless of religious or cultural background.

Meditation is one of several types of mind-body techniques. Other therapies use creative outlets such as art, music or dance.

Meditation isn't a medical treatment in the usual sense. But your doctor may recommend you try it because meditation has proven benefits. Meditating each day can help you relax and decrease muscle tension. It can reduce your risk of heart disease by reducing your body's response to the chemicals it produces when you're stressed, such as adrenaline. Adrenaline can raise your blood pressure and make your blood more likely to clot. With continued practice you may reach a point where meditation also reduces your blood pressure.

Meditation continues to be a spiritual and religious practice. In fact, you'll find variations of meditative practice in all of the world's religions. Here's a look at some of the more popular forms of meditation.

Concentration meditation: Calming your mind

Concentration meditation involves focusing your attention on a single object. Objects of meditation can include your breathing, an image you visualize in your mind or a real image you look at, such as a candle flame or sacred icon. One purpose of concentration meditation is to help you focus your attention and concentrate. If you have a lot on your mind and find you're having trouble concentrating in your everyday life, take a break to meditate and return to your project refreshed. Here are some examples.

  • Breathe deeply. If you're a beginner, consider starting with this technique. Breathing is a natural function that you won't have to consciously learn. You simply pay attention to your breathing — how it feels when air enters or leaves your nostrils. Don't follow it down to your lungs. When you feel your attention wander, gently return your focus to your breathing.
  • Scan your body. When using this technique, you'll focus your attention on sensations, such as pain, tension, warmth or relaxation in different parts of your body. Combine body scanning with breathing exercises and imagine breathing heat or relaxation into and out of different parts of your body.
  • Repeat a sacred name or phrase. A mantra is the name of a sacred deity or a sacred phrase that you repeat silently or aloud. You can create your own mantra, if you'd like. Mantras are the building blocks of transcendental meditation. Examples of religious mantras include the Jesus prayer in the Christian tradition, the holy name of God in Judaism, or the om mantra of Tibetan Buddhism.
  • Exercise your imagination. A related practice is guided imagery, in which someone's voice, whether taped or live, directs you through a visualization exercise. Once you reach a state of deep relaxation, most likely through meditation, you create a visual image of whatever the person directing the exercise suggests. Perhaps it's a peaceful place, such as a garden, where you feel calm and safe.

Meditaiton in motion: A conscious blend of body and mind

Meditation that includes movement can be spontaneous and free-form or involve highly structured, choreographed, repetitive patterns. This type of meditation may be particularly helpful if you find it hard to sit still. The following are examples:

  • Yoga. A 5,000-year-old practice, yoga incorporates breathing, movement and posture to achieve a union of mind, body and spirit. It involves completing a series of postures, during which you pay special attention to your breathing — exhaling during certain movements and inhaling with others. You can approach yoga as a way to promote physical flexibility, strength and endurance or as a way to enhance your spirituality. In either case, you may find that yoga helps you to relax and manage stress.
  • Tai chi. This form of meditation is an ancient Chinese exercise practiced at a slow, even speed. Tai chi involves gentle, deliberate circular movements combined with deep breathing. As you concentrate on the motions of your body, you develop a feeling of peace and tranquility.
  • Qi gong. This technique also arises from ancient China. Similar to yoga and tai chi, it integrates physical postures, breathing techniques and focused attention. Adherents of traditional Chinese medicine recommend daily practice to maintain overall health and prevent illness.
  • Walking meditation. Combining a walk with meditation is an efficient and healthy way to relax. You can use this technique anywhere — in a tranquil forest, on a city sidewalk or even inside a building where you work. When you use this method, slow down the pace of walking so that you can focus on each movement of your legs or feet. Don't focus on a particular destination. Concentrate on your legs and feet, repeating action words such as lifting, moving and placing as you lift each foot, move your leg forward and place your foot on the ground. You can substitute other words if you like. Some people prefer to signal the beginning and end of a walking meditation with a ritual, such as the ringing of a bell, a ceremonial bow, silent prayer or spoken words of thankfulness.
  • Sufi walking or dancing. A form of moving meditation that developed in medieval Islam, you'll walk or dance in a rhythmic fashion while chanting. From the Islamic perspective, the intent of the chant is to focus your mind on a specific quality of God, or Allah. If you're Muslim and want to focus on strength and courage, you could walk or dance with forceful steps, arms swinging, and chant "Allah akbar," meaning "God is great." You can merge this meditation technique with any faith tradition and focus on any sacred object or deity. If you don't consider yourself spiritual or religious, you could focus on an aspect of a phenomenon, such as birth or nature, and chant words or phrases symbolic of the phenomenon.

Soothing your spirit: Reflection on meaning and purpose in your life

Do you find that you feel more hopeful after attending a worship service? Do you enjoy taking time to read a daily meditation? Many people find that taking the time to sing, pray, read and reflect on the meaning and purpose of life with like-minded people helps them face life's challenges. Consider these examples:

  • Engage in prayer. The best known and most widely practiced example of meditation is prayer. Spoken and written prayers are found in most faith traditions. You can pray using your own words or read prayers written by others. Check the self-help or 12-step-recovery section of your local bookstore for examples. Talk with your rabbi, priest, pastor or other spiritual leader about resources. You may also consider joining a prayer group.
  • Read or listen and take time to reflect. Many people report that they benefit from reading poems or sacred texts silently or aloud, and taking a few moments to quietly reflect on the meaning that the words bring to mind. You can listen to sacred music, spoken words or any music you find relaxing or inspiring. You may want to write your reflections in a journal or discuss them with a friend or spiritual leader.
  • Focus your love and gratitude. In this type of meditation you focus your attention on a sacred object or being, weaving feelings of love and gratitude into your thoughts. You can also close your eyes and use your imagination or gaze at representations of the object. The adoration of the Holy Eucharist is an example found in Roman Catholicism.

Meditation can calm your mind, relax your body and soothe your spirit. It's inexpensive and risks are minimal. What have you got to lose? Consider these suggestions as you get started:

  • Select a meditation technique that fits your lifestyle and belief system. Many people build meditation into their daily routine. For example, you can start your day with a prayer or take a 15-minute walking meditation break in the afternoon. At the end of your workday, you may find inner peace by attending a yoga or tai chi class at your community center.
  • Set aside some time. Start with 5-minute meditation sessions once or twice a day and work up to 20 minutes each time. Unless you have an excellent innate sense of time, keep a clock nearby and glance at it occasionally, or set an alarm that's not jarring when it goes off.
  • Keep trying. Be kind to yourself as you get started. If you're meditating to calm your mind and your attention wanders, slowly return to the object, sensation or movement you're focusing on. You can use an image to bring yourself back to your focus if you'd like. Try this: Picture balloons floating away with your thoughts, or imagine your thoughts as pigeons and mentally clap your hands to get them to fly away.
  • Make meditation part of your life. Many people prefer to start and end their day with a period of meditation. Others prefer to take meditation breaks during the day. Experiment and you'll likely find out what works best for you.

 

Humane: An appraisal for Humanity

Humane: An appraisal for Humanity

 

 When the world is finished in egoism, everyone, still, may not be in cameo-role. There might yet be a paradise, a perfect cloud nine hidden with self-esteem and a prayer for the completeness of so-called human. Every moment thunders, no one cares, souls dirtied, humdrum lauds never again gained but the vista of a heyday target cut her eyelids to "the sight".

 

Mr Hypocrites burgeoning [Do You believe in You?], is there any space for a person inside a man but only You. I wonder how I could survive in this world. What on the earth am I here for? If I couldn't change those facial wring, blurbs, the church-mice, the honorable and the pat. Why not be Sui generis? Should we all be just those careless pedestrians merely bipedal? Hope the lit candle continues till the existence of itself. This is because You never know the next minute of Your bilobed phrenal cortex will let You its fortune; let alone those ulterior queer-fish of every person.

 

Burnt yet not inflamed but sublimed is the counterpoint, You should respect. Inhuman fired to ash, long live sensual human soul. Phoenixes get up! Dracos dare cloudier! Never expected how if You are a myzenith fellow in spite of a marvelous maneuvre. Let's kick, back but not relax 'n say invisible it's so . . . .

 

Long live humane, celestials the appraisal, down with ecstasy and fantasy. Just be an AMARSH.

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Please, do not misconstrue on things. I am not going to change Your mind as me for obvious raison d'être. Pessimism is like this, nothing as like god exist, nobody's true... not culpable nag, gear up.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Undefined Relation: A Heart-Hole Reality

Undefined Relation: A Heart-Hole Reality

I am compelled to give it a name but predefined assumptions came true. A hole that persists in your belief, I think, is the most crucial love factor to hate the complimentary alien. When you can rule apathy as long as you are ruled by it, you can see the orientation of your so-called spirit lying down the earth to take its flying over off. Oops! Reality, it sounds so strange that mannerly odor of sensations kills your 'born-not-to-expose' possessions. You commence only those heartstring vibrations imposing around your imagination.

It's really difficult to put out the stuff which you were trying, trying to be one of yours. Relations are said to exhibit nightmare. But what if they themselves are undefined? Created-to-kill or made-to-fade-away waves of unbound relations are those uncontrollable superscripts that hang around till you meet something dark called the death. But I am occupied, I know I must die, let me die with my feelings, my obsessions and also with something which impulse such relation. This is the real world, a Pandora's Box, a scenario roaming around a huge sea and a monster a head. This is a heart-hole reality my friend. This is not a word or two. This is invisibility, yes, and perfect invisibility of rendered to operate heart.

That's right! The existence of non-relation! But still exists. Lingered and penetrated brain nerves around oasis of mere true predefined factualities. The reason is obvious we are bound to face but let us live happily so that we are encapsulated by perch of hormonal response on this earthy relation. Ask for nothing but goods are on their way to you if you are good. Let me keep safe of my belief that YOU exists for me!

No music is a bad music. Let us not unbound or try to define such heart-hole realities time and again. Simply, they come and stay alive with us always to keep us intact. See YOU soon!!!

 

November 22, 2006

NB: My very first expression after being loved!