<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775</id><updated>2009-02-21T08:48:19.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>logoflife</title><subtitle type='html'>this space is not void...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-5167122995769246002</id><published>2008-04-29T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:47:03.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Dawned on Me-Of Greatness and Humility</title><content type='html'>Where there is greatness, there is humility and where there is humility, there is greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-5167122995769246002?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5167122995769246002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=5167122995769246002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/5167122995769246002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/5167122995769246002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-dawned-on-me-of-greatness-and.html' title='It Dawned on Me-Of Greatness and Humility'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-117097903925172937</id><published>2007-02-08T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:06:45.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it dawned on me - change and the illusory disconnect</title><content type='html'>the fundamental root-you could say the &lt;em&gt;seed&lt;/em&gt;-of all problems in the world is the illusory disconnect humans tend to cling to. a disconnect with themselves and the world, their selves and the system. &lt;br /&gt;the fundamental solution to all problems, is to move beyond that illusion of a disconnect. &lt;br /&gt;"we are all one", "we are the world." these words are spoken so freely, that they seem to have lost their meaning. have we ever thought about the significance of this everyday truth? a truth that is part of some of the most ancient philosophies and is being proven by cutting edge science.&lt;br /&gt;this truth makes us  all infinite, makes us invinsible, makes us free, makes us responsible, makes us realize that if we ever want to change the world, we can start by changing ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;the day we take on ourselves in a small way, and begin to change, is the day we've touched the world. the beauty about this thought, is that it is both selfish and selfless at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;what can be more selfish than wanting and striving to change yourself and the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-117097903925172937?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117097903925172937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=117097903925172937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/117097903925172937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/117097903925172937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-dawned-on-me-change-and-illusory.html' title='it dawned on me - change and the illusory disconnect'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-117097839972267142</id><published>2007-02-08T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:46:39.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a scrap..</title><content type='html'>a series of events that began at, or before, the creation of the universe led to this moment in space and time. the events that have occurred during this period may be dissected by science and eventually explained, but what about what happened next?&lt;br /&gt;a spark of emotion deep inside me, elicited a smile, followed by the sudden compulsion to say something given that I was here. say anything, it didn't matter what. &lt;br /&gt;that emotional reaction and impulse to act, is the only significant phenomenon that we might revere in this experience we call life. &lt;br /&gt;science may break down and dissect this last remaining mystery, but may mankind experience it, always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;background: this is a srap i posted on Nir's website. I thought it qualified to make it to this space. &lt;br /&gt;bascially was staring at his smiling face or Orkut, when i smiled myself. &lt;br /&gt;all this happened after reading some crazy cog sci stuff, where these (we) scientists dissected the human experience and reduced it to a few funky formulae. &lt;br /&gt;now my thoughts were on emotions (i.e. me smiling on looking at his smiling face), cause i'm planning to study emotions myself. so the post was a self critical post in  a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-117097839972267142?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117097839972267142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=117097839972267142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/117097839972267142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/117097839972267142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/scrap.html' title='a scrap..'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-116369971834677491</id><published>2006-11-16T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:55:18.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it dawned on me</title><content type='html'>it is indeed a miracle, that we feel even  remotely significant, given the infinite vastness of the universe. &lt;br /&gt;the irony is that our existence is in fact significant, for one cannot exist without the other.&lt;br /&gt;the universe and the individual are interconnected in more ways than we might ever imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-116369971834677491?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116369971834677491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=116369971834677491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/116369971834677491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/116369971834677491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-dawned-on-me.html' title='it dawned on me'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114660622115636201</id><published>2006-05-02T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:44:06.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(News Article) India's Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>India's Forrest Gump: 4-year-old boy runs 65 kilometres into record books Archana Misra, Canadian Press&lt;br /&gt;Published: Tuesday, May 02, 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retrieved from: http://www.canada.com/topics/news/oddities/story.html?id=f4450910-abe8-4481-82cc-20787de263f9&amp;k=70348 on May 2nd 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BHUBANESWAR, India (AP) - Cheered by thousands, a four-year-old boy dubbed "India's Forrest Gump" ran 65 kilometres Tuesday in setting what his coach said was a national and mostly likely a world record....&lt;br /&gt;Budhia had planned to run 70 kilometres, but doctors stopped him after 65 kilometres when he showed signs of extreme exhaustion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and here's the fun part in the article, here's what the kid had to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... "I loved running today. I can run as much as I want," the Budhia told reporters after the run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he sucked his thumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114660622115636201?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114660622115636201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114660622115636201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114660622115636201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114660622115636201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/news-article-indias-forrest-gump.html' title='(News Article) India&apos;s Forrest Gump'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114425422483397950</id><published>2006-04-05T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:26:05.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(News article) of donkeys and wives...</title><content type='html'>"A donkey is like a housewife ... In fact, the donkey is a shade better, for while the housewife may sometimes complain and walk off to her parents' home, you'll never catch the donkey being disloyal to his master," the newspaper reported, quoting a Hindi-language primer meant for 14-year-olds. &lt;br /&gt;"The comparison was made in good humor," state education official A.R. Khan was quoted as saying. "However, protests have been taken note of and the board is in the process of removing it (the reference)." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1479524.cms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Donkeys better than wives'&lt;br /&gt;[ Wednesday, April 05, 2006 07:34:37 pmREUTERS ]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RSS Feeds| SMS NEWS to 8888 for latest updates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW DELHI: A textbook used at schools in Rajasthan compares housewives to donkeys, and suggests the animals make better companions as they complain less and are more loyal to their "masters," TOI reported Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A donkey is like a housewife ... In fact, the donkey is a shade better, for while the housewife may sometimes complain and walk off to her parents' home, you'll never catch the donkey being disloyal to his master," the newspaper reported, quoting a Hindi-language primer meant for 14-year-olds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was approved by the state's Hindu nationalist Bharatiya Janata Party government but has sparked protests from the party's women's wing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State education officials in Rajasthan, a western state known for its conservative attitude toward women, said people should not be upset by the comparison, the paper said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The comparison was made in good humor," state education official A.R. Khan was quoted as saying. "However, protests have been taken note of and the board is in the process of removing it (the reference)."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114425422483397950?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114425422483397950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114425422483397950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114425422483397950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114425422483397950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/news-article-of-donkeys-and-wives.html' title='(News article) of donkeys and wives...'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114407848133681962</id><published>2006-04-03T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:29:35.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it dawned on me - Love</title><content type='html'>The kind of love that is blind, can make you fly but it can also lead you to trip and fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114407848133681962?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114407848133681962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114407848133681962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114407848133681962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114407848133681962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-dawned-on-me-love.html' title='it dawned on me - Love'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114307927189394140</id><published>2006-03-22T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:26:19.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it dawned on me - True Greatness</title><content type='html'>There is a subtle difference between great men and truly great men. My brother for instance, is one those truely great men. One day I told him, "I look up to you, I try to do things your way." His response was an immediate, firm and authoritative - "Dont".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114307927189394140?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114307927189394140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114307927189394140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114307927189394140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114307927189394140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-dawned-on-me-true-greatness.html' title='it dawned on me - True Greatness'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114307902438917385</id><published>2006-03-22T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:18:29.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it dawned on me - Truth</title><content type='html'>It's easy to like a pretty lie as opposed to an ugly truth, however, only the truth, however ugly it may be, will withstand the test of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114307902438917385?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114307902438917385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114307902438917385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114307902438917385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114307902438917385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-dawned-on-me-truth.html' title='it dawned on me - Truth'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114133882843901286</id><published>2006-03-02T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:33:48.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.themeatrix.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114133882843901286?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114133882843901286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114133882843901286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114133882843901286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114133882843901286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/httpwww_02.html' title=''/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114133797125727734</id><published>2006-03-02T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:22:37.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.endofworld.net/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114133797125727734?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114133797125727734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114133797125727734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114133797125727734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114133797125727734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-114133656624255974</id><published>2006-03-02T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:07:34.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>news headlines of today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;'Monster' Nurse Gets 397 1/2 Years. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives of victims of New Jersey's worst serial killer clutch photographs, calling him 'the monster' - http://www.foxnews.com Fox News 3-2-2006.&lt;br /&gt;397 years is a joke in itself, but 397 and a half?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny article....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mangoes for nuclear deal: US press disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....In fact, they (american journalists) were furious at the end of the press conference, saying that America was given mangoes in exchange for the nuclear deal. "Bush gets mangoes for N-deal. How is that for a front page headline," one journalist laughed." http://www.rediff.com 3-2-2006.&lt;br /&gt;American Journalists feel US had little to gain from the recent pact signed by US-India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-114133656624255974?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114133656624255974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=114133656624255974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114133656624255974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/114133656624255974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/news-headlines-of-today.html' title='news headlines of today'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113539131520578201</id><published>2005-12-23T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:30:29.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trance</title><content type='html'>dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik&lt;br /&gt;dhk dhk &lt;br /&gt;dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik dhk chik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113539131520578201?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113539131520578201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113539131520578201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113539131520578201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113539131520578201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2005/12/trance.html' title='trance'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113537010312665213</id><published>2005-12-23T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:55:53.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"you don't caapy"</title><content type='html'>"Samveeth (Samvith), you don't caapy (copy), take it a five anna coin, poot(put) it on Pooja Bhatt's navel, and shake shake shake" (spoken in a musical tone)&lt;br /&gt;Peter's (child abuser biology teacher) sarcastic response to my question "Sir, should we copy" &lt;br /&gt;Background: Peter walk's into the class and without saying a word, starts drawing the anatomy of the human body. Intestines, esophagus and all. He never actually told the class to copy it down. After 40 mins of a rather detailed and artistic drawing that incorporated the use of multiple colors of chalk (which was in itself a rarity). Peter was done. So impressed he was with his own little masterpiece that he  began to write the words "please omit" right next to it (so that the next teacher wouldn't erase it). &lt;br /&gt;I, as usual, was oblivious to the class (who were actually copying it down). Also, technically, he never actually asked us to copy it (cause he started drawing it without saying a word). So I just wasted the class away. When it finally occurred to me that he was probably drawing up this thing for us to copy, I made the foolish (or bold-there’s a fine line) move to confirm the obvious. And asked him if we were expected to copy the diagram. &lt;br /&gt;His response (above) was supposed to be as sarcastic as possible and needless to say, the whole class found it rather hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113537010312665213?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113537010312665213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113537010312665213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113537010312665213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113537010312665213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-dont-caapy.html' title='&quot;you don&apos;t caapy&quot;'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113536887119343706</id><published>2005-12-23T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:02:42.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"maaro! maaro saala ko" rough translation - (beat him, beat the bugger)</title><content type='html'>This chant was used in Hindi class, the teacher would threaten to hit a student and the class would start chanting (first low chants and then built to a cresendo) "Maaro, Maaro saala ko", the teacher always let the culprit go and continued with the class...he knew that he'd loose eitherway - if he hit the student, the class got what they asked for, if he let the student go, the class didn't care and the student got away.&lt;br /&gt;reverse psychology at it's best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113536887119343706?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113536887119343706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113536887119343706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536887119343706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536887119343706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2005/12/maaro-maaro-saala-ko-rough-translation.html' title='&quot;maaro! maaro saala ko&quot; rough translation - (beat him, beat the bugger)'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113536835034666552</id><published>2005-12-23T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:38:36.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you always had it</title><content type='html'>sometime around mid June, 2005. &lt;br /&gt;I saw him and knew he was searching for something. I told him, "I know your searching for something, something that can be taught, and I can teach it to you, but before I do that, I should tell you that you always had it in you. You just didn't know...think about it."&lt;br /&gt;the next day he came up to me and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean, you were right."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113536835034666552?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113536835034666552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113536835034666552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536835034666552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536835034666552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-always-had-it.html' title='you always had it'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113536579044959089</id><published>2005-12-23T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:23:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thats funny</title><content type='html'>for the whole summer of 2003, i had a co worker who didn't laugh even once, she would only say "thats funny".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113536579044959089?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113536543747630007</id><published>2005-12-23T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:20:21.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>humor and intelligence</title><content type='html'>Funny is the by product of intelligence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113536543747630007?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113536543747630007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113536543747630007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536543747630007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536543747630007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2005/12/humor-and-intelligence.html' title='humor and intelligence'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113536506192297703</id><published>2005-12-23T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:11:01.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be a millionaire...</title><content type='html'>interview for admission to la martiniere (calcutta) 1st standard (1st grade). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interviewer (the principal) : What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;me: A millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;I got admitted :) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113536506192297703?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113536506192297703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113536506192297703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536506192297703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113536506192297703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want-to-be-millionaire.html' title='i want to be a millionaire...'/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113536484421434994</id><published>2005-12-23T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:07:24.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first line at shadow lounge</title><content type='html'>my first line at shadow lounge when i was doing stand up/poetry reading sometime last year (2004). &lt;br /&gt;"yeah, now even your comedians are being outsourced"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113536484421434994?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113502595038655403</id><published>2005-12-19T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:05:17.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so you believed in all that they told you, &lt;br /&gt;so you believed in the sun and the moon,&lt;br /&gt;the stars and the oceans, &lt;br /&gt;so you believed in god, &lt;br /&gt;so you believed in hope and love,&lt;br /&gt;in the forces of good and evil,&lt;br /&gt;so you believed in life,&lt;br /&gt;so you believed you're the strongest,&lt;br /&gt;so you believed you're dead,&lt;br /&gt;so you believed you can bleed, &lt;br /&gt;talk, eat, walk, drink,&lt;br /&gt;sleep, wink and smile,&lt;br /&gt;so you believed in fast cars, &lt;br /&gt;so you believed in all that they told you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you believe in all that you see,&lt;br /&gt;hear, touch, sense and feel,&lt;br /&gt;so you believe in your self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you believed, so you believe, &lt;br /&gt;and so you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samvith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113502595038655403?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113502595038655403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113502595038655403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113502595038655403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113502595038655403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-you-believed-in-all-that-they-told.html' title=''/><author><name>samvith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02043098793545701349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113499781230413834</id><published>2005-12-19T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:06:50.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go sleep</title><content type='html'>the road you ride, leads to nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Its time to get off.&lt;br /&gt;but you wont stop riding,&lt;br /&gt;for you're caught in your web, &lt;br /&gt;of lies and deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samvith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401132516004803621'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426775.post-113477232295344764</id><published>2005-12-16T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:37:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a world that may seem so alien,&lt;br /&gt;To someone from another time. &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how we carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its hope that helps us through,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s love, &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s some instinct that hasn’t yet a name.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s because, we get used to it all,&lt;br /&gt;And cease to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world that may be deemed alien,&lt;br /&gt;By someone from another time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how we carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its hope, love, &lt;br /&gt;or some instinct that hasn’t yet a name,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the world just seems alien,&lt;br /&gt;But its the same story, in a different time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we carry on, &lt;br /&gt;Because we accept it all,&lt;br /&gt;And simply cease to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samvith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426775-113477232295344764?l=samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvithslogoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113477232295344764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426775&amp;postID=113477232295344764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426775/posts/default/113477232295344764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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She would plead,&lt;br /&gt;to see the light of certainty.&lt;br /&gt;To answer her questions, she had so many. &lt;br /&gt;Is this world for all and any?&lt;br /&gt;Or just one for few or many?&lt;br /&gt;is what I see reality?&lt;br /&gt;Or is reality, only what I choose to see? &lt;br /&gt;Should I believe in destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Or believe that I’m just left to be?  &lt;br /&gt;Should I bow to one who judges me?&lt;br /&gt;‘Tell me please, rescue me,’ She would plead.&lt;br /&gt;Should I even fear uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty with a future itself uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;Should I choose to fear?&lt;br /&gt;or should I choose to be?&lt;br /&gt;Questions she still had so many,&lt;br /&gt;had answers to few if at all to any,&lt;br /&gt;but uncertainty she would seldom fear, &lt;br /&gt;She chose the light of certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samvith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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