<?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-250484345946431284</id><updated>2011-09-03T10:37:09.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m asking why??</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GaUtAm sHaRmA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873946586875661883</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250484345946431284.post-8912332149257710809</id><published>2010-09-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T05:54:26.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250484345946431284-8912332149257710809?l=sharmagautam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/feeds/8912332149257710809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250484345946431284&amp;postID=8912332149257710809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/8912332149257710809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/8912332149257710809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>GaUtAm sHaRmA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873946586875661883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250484345946431284.post-414516737865820644</id><published>2007-08-19T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T10:47:51.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scimitar</title><content type='html'>i hang loosely above ur head...&lt;br /&gt;i hear u wheeze deeply...&lt;br /&gt;i see u perspire..&lt;br /&gt;all that remains between me and ur death,&lt;br /&gt;is the opportune moment..&lt;br /&gt;the ritualistic sacrifice...&lt;br /&gt;the holy divine...&lt;br /&gt;all i want is blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scimitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250484345946431284-414516737865820644?l=sharmagautam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/feeds/414516737865820644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250484345946431284&amp;postID=414516737865820644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/414516737865820644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/414516737865820644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/2007/08/scimitar.html' title='Scimitar'/><author><name>GaUtAm sHaRmA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873946586875661883</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-250484345946431284.post-6202151174704435144</id><published>2007-06-23T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:18:51.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is constant</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The maxim is widely followed - "Change is constant”. The man who said this would probably have been a great visionary. But what he forgot to mention was that change is uncomfortable and time consuming. And then, you need a reason and an inspiration for a change to be complete.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been through a lot of changes and transformations; within me and on the outside, so I agree with the statement. But what concerns me is not the final result, but the process of change – &lt;i style=""&gt;The Transition.&lt;/i&gt; The transition is the most torrid period during a change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No change is easy. But if you sustain the period of transition, then the change can be attained.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what if the source of inspiration dies out; your enthusiasm drowns during the transition. And you are left wondering “What to do next?” Whether to venture out into unknown territory with absolutely no clue as to what lies there, or to turn back and to return to the point of safety and comfort? (What would you have done?? Think hard, because I just might prove you wrong.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At that point of time your condition is no different from a mariner sailing in the open ocean, with a wrecked ship. Whether he tries to sail or not (let this be at his discretion), the fact remains that he is still in the open oceans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But as the mariner scans the horizons for the sight of a passing sail, you need to look for a way out. You need to evaluate yourself and your needs; and find a new path, leading to another change. I recommend this, because &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Darwin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has correctly postulated the theory of “Survival of the fittest” with regards to change and adaptability.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here I am, following this new path, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Path Of Changes,&lt;/i&gt; and hence trying to survive; because who knows, what the tide may bring next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250484345946431284-6202151174704435144?l=sharmagautam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/feeds/6202151174704435144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250484345946431284&amp;postID=6202151174704435144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/6202151174704435144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/6202151174704435144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/2007/06/change-is-constant.html' title='Change is constant'/><author><name>GaUtAm sHaRmA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873946586875661883</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-250484345946431284.post-8598757074641070551</id><published>2007-05-26T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:27:11.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I??</title><content type='html'>So many faces to me,&lt;br /&gt;emotions far deeper than you can ever see.&lt;br /&gt;            I conceal myself with these faces,&lt;br /&gt;            some genuine, while some not so genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silence speaks a lot more than my words,&lt;br /&gt;but afterall, silence, must first, be heard.&lt;br /&gt;            The man in the mirror is  not me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;             he`s just another victim of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont turn to God, i choose not to believe,&lt;br /&gt;for God is nothing but another creation of man.&lt;br /&gt;             People think they do,&lt;br /&gt;             but nobody knows the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, completely transformed into a part of this human race,&lt;br /&gt;concealing the true me at every other place.&lt;br /&gt;            Now, i`m growing tired of being a human,&lt;br /&gt;            Even I`m forgetting, who I am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250484345946431284-8598757074641070551?l=sharmagautam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/feeds/8598757074641070551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250484345946431284&amp;postID=8598757074641070551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/8598757074641070551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/8598757074641070551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I??'/><author><name>GaUtAm sHaRmA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873946586875661883</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-250484345946431284.post-8064414209836118077</id><published>2007-05-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:33:29.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Met an angel today...</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes in life you realise that you are having a low point. Today( 4th may`07) was one of those days. Sometimes , very conveniently, we underestimate life in many ways. But as i say, "Life has its own ways and means".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you begin to think that you know life, it presents you with something in complete contradiction to what you assume, to what you think, and to what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How selfless can a person be?( "How much", by the way, is a relative and a dubious expression) How much can you push the limits?? Just when I thought that the world is full of shams and liars, selfish and mean people, I met Him( to provide anonymity, i`ll refer to this person as He/Him). Selflesness, which no expression can describe; pushing the limits is His distinctive character. He`s invincible, not even death can win over Him. He`ll find a selfless motive to die. Such is His strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the turmoil inside of me refuses to die down. I used to think that my life was very hard; but life gave me an example of how hard it can be. May be it wants me to be stronger; may be it wants me to fight back; or perhaps make me realize that complaining is not really an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living everyday to the fullest , is what i have learnt from Him. And I`d like to implement it in my life, starting today.&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you for inspration. You are my driving force....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, the confession box wont open to anyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250484345946431284-8064414209836118077?l=sharmagautam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/feeds/8064414209836118077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250484345946431284&amp;postID=8064414209836118077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/8064414209836118077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250484345946431284/posts/default/8064414209836118077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmagautam.blogspot.com/2007/05/met-angel-today.html' title='Met an angel today...'/><author><name>GaUtAm sHaRmA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873946586875661883</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></feed>
