<?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-4261456295099605502</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:34:41.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>world of my own.......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navitasolanki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261456295099605502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navitasolanki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>navita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00720900507637194287</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261456295099605502.post-4031691067087056003</id><published>2007-11-02T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:10:21.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is what we dont have!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>today while i was running around for things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw dark clouds in the sky.....&lt;br /&gt;it all looked so amazing......so pure ....&lt;br /&gt;wished i could stand there for my entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow forgot everythng for few seconds&lt;br /&gt;seemed like all pain..... all worries ....&lt;br /&gt;all miseries .. all problems...&lt;br /&gt;everything was gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seemed too simple and wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;at times when i sit and think of them&lt;br /&gt;other things seem too trivial and meaningless to be thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world we have smhow forgotton ourselves....&lt;br /&gt;wat we are...&lt;br /&gt;wat we want...&lt;br /&gt;we dont have time for people we love&lt;br /&gt;we dont have time fr even ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder is this wat we should be&lt;br /&gt;Is this really wat we wanted&lt;br /&gt;rushing for classes...&lt;br /&gt;running for parties...&lt;br /&gt;always running around for smthng or other&lt;br /&gt;we have time for every thng in this world&lt;br /&gt;but not fr ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately wen v realise it , its already too late&lt;br /&gt;time's already passed by&lt;br /&gt;and we r left behind&lt;br /&gt;wondering whr did v go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;who's responsible for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thnk we.... and only we&lt;br /&gt;we cannot blame anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we worry about small issues&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the beauty of life&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the spirit of nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this wat life's is all about!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is this wat we should do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is this all we have!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers of them we have to find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;No one else can do it for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261456295099605502-4031691067087056003?l=navitasolanki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navitasolanki.blogspot.com/feeds/4031691067087056003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261456295099605502&amp;postID=4031691067087056003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261456295099605502/posts/default/4031691067087056003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261456295099605502/posts/default/4031691067087056003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navitasolanki.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-is-what-we-dont-have.html' title='Time is what we dont have!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>navita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00720900507637194287</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-4261456295099605502.post-2332595370212120204</id><published>2007-09-27T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:13:40.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISFIT in this world</title><content type='html'>People staring&lt;br /&gt;their stares of surprise , ridicule , mockery, digust.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes of the reasons we know&lt;br /&gt;but at times of the reasons which we have no clue of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;do i actually belong here&lt;br /&gt;did i do smthing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to escape their peering gazes&lt;br /&gt;should i run away or face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like running away&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where its just me and only me&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where i dont need to give explanations to anyone&lt;br /&gt;a place where no one asks me fr it&lt;br /&gt;a place where i can live my life the way i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am i indeed a "misfit"&lt;br /&gt;should i change myself&lt;br /&gt;but for whom???????&lt;br /&gt;those who hardly care about me&lt;br /&gt;or those who try to find fault and laugh at watever i do&lt;br /&gt;or those who can never be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wont changing myself be decieving myself&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be someone i am not&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps can never me&lt;br /&gt;wont it be living someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rains splashing on face&lt;br /&gt;wind blowing in my hair&lt;br /&gt;happiness everywhere&lt;br /&gt;They all make me happy&lt;br /&gt;they give a new dimension to me&lt;br /&gt;a new color , a rebirth&lt;br /&gt;they unleash a new zeal&lt;br /&gt;zeal to live life to its best&lt;br /&gt;passion to relive every moment of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it worth living&lt;br /&gt;and worth dying as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter what they think&lt;br /&gt;a Misfit or something else&lt;br /&gt;I love the way i am&lt;br /&gt;feels great to be what i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they call me a misfit&lt;br /&gt;let it be&lt;br /&gt;they simply wont understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261456295099605502-2332595370212120204?l=navitasolanki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navitasolanki.blogspot.com/feeds/2332595370212120204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261456295099605502&amp;postID=2332595370212120204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261456295099605502/posts/default/2332595370212120204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i am trying to piece together in a jigsaw puzzle...&lt;br /&gt;in the end to realise that some pieces are missing .....&lt;br /&gt;trying to search them ... bt found that those were smthng that were never mine....&lt;br /&gt;they belonged to some one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats wat life is all about v keep on cribbing and wishing for thngs that were nvr ours ...&lt;br /&gt;v try to create a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but does such a world exists ??????&lt;br /&gt;why do things turn out to be the way they are?&lt;br /&gt;why cant we have a utopian place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain of hurting smone although we know we are not doing the right thing but still we go on with it...&lt;br /&gt;but y do we have to do such things...&lt;br /&gt;why hurting smone whom we love more than ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;i guess its coz when we hurt smone we get hurt more and smhow this pain gives us solace....&lt;br /&gt;it makes us more realizable of our mistakes .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart bleeds even at the thought of it ...&lt;br /&gt;tears flow even at its mention .....&lt;br /&gt;time stops wen we think about it .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we keep on asking the same thing again .......&lt;br /&gt;did everthing had to end up like this .... y ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261456295099605502-7712380654474867609?l=navitasolanki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navitasolanki.blogspot.com/feeds/7712380654474867609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261456295099605502&amp;postID=7712380654474867609' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261456295099605502/posts/default/7712380654474867609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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itself ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult questions ..... arent they???????&lt;br /&gt;would i be able to find their answers ......&lt;br /&gt;at times i laugh at them ....&lt;br /&gt;dont know whether it could be what it is suppossed to be or rather claimed to be ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v all have heard a lot of stories of them but how many of us really believe that they could be true .....&lt;br /&gt;but i guess v have already experienced it .... the love of our parents ... most selfless and beautiful thing in the world ..... the way my mother and father love me .....&lt;br /&gt;whenever i think of it i get the answers of all the questions rather they seem too unimportant to be even given a thought ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems too sweet to be true ... too beautiful to be real ... seems more like a dream which i would never want to end......&lt;br /&gt;but can it remain the same or it changes with time .....&lt;br /&gt;can it be that strong to make people do things that seem impossible ....&lt;br /&gt;wishing life could tell me the answer ...&lt;br /&gt;would be waiting for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261456295099605502-5986630890168980517?l=navitasolanki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navitasolanki.blogspot.com/feeds/5986630890168980517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261456295099605502&amp;postID=5986630890168980517' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261456295099605502/posts/default/5986630890168980517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261456295099605502/posts/default/5986630890168980517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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