<?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-764642501419396911</id><updated>2009-11-02T10:52:04.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence speaks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-4906858467635246128</id><published>2009-08-25T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:47:58.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>I guess i found a &lt;a href="http://www.laughingtears.co.uk/"&gt;correlation&lt;/a&gt; !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yes thanks to a chat with someone ..I came up with this impromptu definition of Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hmm means thinking ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;it means absence of words....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;it means giving weight to silence ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;it means saying something while keeping your opinion veiled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;its a way to smile softly.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;its called hmming ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-4906858467635246128?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4906858467635246128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=4906858467635246128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/4906858467635246128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/4906858467635246128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-5706997736888881866</id><published>2009-07-02T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:24:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusioned one speaks...</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Strange how one can live an entire lifetime in illusion. Illusion of belief. Illusion of self. Illusion of relationships. Illusion of the entire existence.&lt;br /&gt;And yet when the mist of illusion gives way to the dazzling light of reality we are too dazed to believe that sunshine has shone upon us. The hangover then leads to shocking revelation unacceptable by the disillusioned psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;If emotions are like colors then Relationships are like paintings where we fill right colors at the right place and get a masterpiece !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;to be cont...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-5706997736888881866?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5706997736888881866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=5706997736888881866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/5706997736888881866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/5706997736888881866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2009/07/disillusioned-one-speaks.html' title='Disillusioned one speaks...'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-8300966095590536442</id><published>2008-09-28T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:40:42.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; whosoever reads this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; : don't even dare to ask why i have written this ....or condemn it by saying it doesn rhyme well ; i just had to write something after painfully long time ...so take it as it is }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i try to stay calm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i try to stay happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;nothing satisfies my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;nothing saves my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i laugh ....&amp;amp; i laugh until there's no scope to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i cry ....&amp;amp; cry &amp;amp; still i cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;happiness is lapidated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;prosperity is dilapidated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;life is unsuited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;love is uncomprehended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&amp;amp; i ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i am thankfully disenchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i hate this brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;this brain that becomes a curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i hate being my own enemy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hope i am dead &amp;amp; ready to be born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;face this world head strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;a chuckle ... a cackle ...&amp;amp; a tear to end it all ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-8300966095590536442?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8300966095590536442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=8300966095590536442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/8300966095590536442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/8300966095590536442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-so-far.html' title='story so far...'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-6091908703896090877</id><published>2008-04-20T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:28:30.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE therapeutic tag !</title><content type='html'>Firstly my apologies for giving my response so late ( god !! am damn sure next time , if at all ( whose chances are negligible to nill ) anybody tags me ; the person will leave a gap of century before he comes next to view the results :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prime reason why i was avoiding this was my ingrained , mostly unreasonable inhibitions.But then let me just start ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Statutory Notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;: This article has been written under the influence of present state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;( considering it a radical entity) . Kindly reserve your snickering , disbelief or just plain amusement for the forthcoming write up :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10 things i miss in my life right now :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;1.i miss my sensibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;2. i miss my school so so very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;3. i miss those carefree days of childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;4.the morning assemblies &amp;amp; yes not to forget the bloopers associated with them (:p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;5.i miss going to painting competitions : it was the best part of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;6.i miss mom's constant nagging for everything wrong with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;7.i miss my  brother's innocence ( how i wish he never grew up!.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;8.those clothes that don't fit me anymore :(... ( when will i stop gaining weight :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;9.miss " healthy" screen of my cell phone ...( people who've seen it know what I'm talking about  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;10. &amp;amp; yes how could i forget this , i miss studies so very much ever since i came to USBT :p [ gaurav sir will get what i mean :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10 things i want to achieve within a decade :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;1. Step into the design industry ( how ? let the time tell :) ... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;2. Know how to drive a car safely on Delhi roads &amp;amp; yes own any of the Volkswagen model  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;3. Wear a kimono , traditional way &amp;amp; make Japanese green tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;4. learn to cook decent edible food for humans :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;5. Make sense of what to do with Biotechnology degree in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;6. walk in the waters of corals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;7. swim in the river full of piranhas ( first i'll have to learn swimming for that )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;8. go on a pilgrimage called " world tour " ( will try me best to see everything that i did on discovery channel , i have started making my list already :)... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;9. For once try my hand at glassware shaping in a Finnish glassware factory &amp;amp; dolphin training in Bahamas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;10. &amp;amp; yes what's there in writing ..." A memorable date with Richard Gere  :p "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now who do i tag ...lemme see ... &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142259146174141900"&gt;nikhil&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928256963009053761"&gt;anu&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550183241392240931"&gt;ranjhani&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;... &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14780713143997120641"&gt;subbu ji &lt;/a&gt;ap bhi likh do to acha hoga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel  elated to open my account for this year finally ( a post for the year 2008  :)  )&lt;br /&gt;hope u don't take that much time as i did ...happy blogging people !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-6091908703896090877?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6091908703896090877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=6091908703896090877' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/6091908703896090877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/6091908703896090877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2008/04/therapeutic-tag.html' title='THE therapeutic tag !'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-876535619512952702</id><published>2007-12-03T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:18:07.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>I banged against a video on you tube recently which silently speaks to heart, mind &amp;amp; soul of the viewer summing up the following totality :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ Visualization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ Formation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ Transformation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ Infusing life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ce9f0JP6eks&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ce9f0JP6eks&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CREATION&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;felt like sharing it with people who like to fritter away time by going through "n" number of blogs in free ( mostly not free also ) time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;NO WORDS  .......JUST WATCH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;, FEEL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; SMILE IN DEEP AFFIRMATION !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-876535619512952702?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/876535619512952702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=876535619512952702' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/876535619512952702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/876535619512952702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/12/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-2828572988643449319</id><published>2007-07-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T08:33:51.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>into the real world --- ...---...</title><content type='html'>FINALLY ........!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random thought  that i had written a while ago but couldn't get a chance to fair it up .Doing that bit for the sake of putting something on this barren blog .So here it goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intellectuals seem to be living in two contrasting worlds broadly ;&lt;br /&gt;One in which they perceive the outer world as it comes &amp;amp; act (un)wisely accordingly .&lt;br /&gt;The other materialistically non existent yet grandiosely visionary .&lt;br /&gt;An undeclared , deeply understood , subtle yet vehement WAR of Ideas &amp;amp; idealism is perennially  on , sheathed under the veil of dreamy eyes .&lt;br /&gt;People vying for ' That ' ultimate unworldly recognition which would give them the title of one of those  " elite class " is No average man's play indeed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't think of anything else to write ahead hence will conclude this tiny write up with " ....... "  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-2828572988643449319?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2828572988643449319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=2828572988643449319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/2828572988643449319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/2828572988643449319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/07/into-real-world.html' title='into the real world --- ...---...'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-1255365122968596420</id><published>2007-07-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:02:41.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty Ablaze ..........!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/Rp5jMvPZd0I/AAAAAAAAABs/LeYE9gKna8A/s1600-h/NotSetAblaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/Rp5jMvPZd0I/AAAAAAAAABs/LeYE9gKna8A/s320/NotSetAblaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088613699465869122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modesty : The quality of being humble ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the experiences that i let myself have for the past few days i couldn't help but sit to  ponder over this sensitive word... so lightly said yet so hardly handled .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a finely drawn delicate line between being courteous out of modesty  &amp; courteous  out of self appraisal  .&lt;br /&gt;Going through the latter experience .......yes indeed at times  you can't help but get carried away knowingly . In this case probably using the term carried away is not justified , its more so like yielding to the enticing admirations in the most elegant manner &amp;amp; stepping into the second category with panache .&lt;br /&gt;Yes ...it does become scaringly difficult to come back to your original self when the integrity of modest soul is challenged while you indifferently evade its  writhing after bashing it up with "unwise" reactions .&lt;br /&gt;There's ought to be a perfect harmony between heart &amp; mind and by saying all this i don't mean to give a lecture on spirituality or personality development or even self introspection for that matter ( although its the usual product of writer's fit thing &amp;amp; you are already experiencing the torture of going through this for past few seconds [:p]......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what needs to be clearly expressed here is that deep down inside ' Heart Speaks under the veil of silence '...speaks meekly yet strongly .&lt;br /&gt;This statement ( yes, you might be thinking this girl is practicing plagiarism by being inspired from coehlo's work , but then read on ...) comes out of utter urge to let out deeply suppressed feelings with beautiful reasoning for pretentious actions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people don't set your modesty ablaze ,&lt;br /&gt;               preserve it&lt;br /&gt;               pamper it&lt;br /&gt;if looked after , its your best embellishment&lt;br /&gt;if ignored , its your deepest resentment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-1255365122968596420?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1255365122968596420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=1255365122968596420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/1255365122968596420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/1255365122968596420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/07/modesty-ablaze.html' title='Modesty Ablaze ..........!!!'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/Rp5jMvPZd0I/AAAAAAAAABs/LeYE9gKna8A/s72-c/NotSetAblaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-8990185359098418789</id><published>2007-06-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:03:34.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clandestine Radicals</title><content type='html'>The first impression that the reader might develop after she/he reaches the end of the post would be "this girl is a crazy psychoanalyst on the verge of being admitted to a mental asylum " &amp; i assure you your unmistakable judgment .&lt;br /&gt;Anyways go on reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt wanting for more &amp;amp; more knowledge but the only roadblock is the daunting task of reading between those two flaps of the fascinating yet choking thing called books ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept (literally) after reading the first two lines of a book you really wanted to read ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt unworldly dignified enmity for your course material ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt what's gone wrong with you when the terrifying sight of entire species of student community busy devouring books before exams doesn't stir you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF  the answer to even one of the aforesaid questions is a " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; " then ' Congratulations ! '; you have been diagnosed with and given the august title of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CLANDESTINE RADICALS&lt;/span&gt;  dwelling in their esoteric reclusion .&lt;br /&gt;Broadly speaking the guild of students can be classified into 3 basic types , namely :&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAGGU'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.LESSER &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAGGU'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.NON-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAGGU'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGGU'S&lt;/span&gt; :They sit on the front seat of the center most  row.  They note down each &amp; every punctuation mark in the prof 's lecture . They declare a war if asked for their prized possessions aka files+assignments+notes. They would commit suicide if their near most contender achieves the envied feat of gaining an extra half a mark . They form the butt of all class jokes . They shamelessly never hesitate to blurt out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cliché " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yar kuch nai padha maine to ...". They never miss a chance to impress &amp; overpower the poor teaching fraternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESSER MAGGU'S&lt;/span&gt; : They are the intermediate types in all respects. Be it their seating arrangement during the lecture , their intensity to gorge on books in exam season (studying 15 days before endsems &amp; 3 days before midsems ) ;  making short hand ,crisp, self legible notes . Overall speaking they live in harmony with the classmates and the teachers by sharing their "prized"possessions with the class &amp; asking genuine questions from the professors .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON MAGGU'S&lt;/span&gt; : Totally "mast maula" type. Studying isn't their cup of tea . Exam time is greeted with " settings " done with people sitting right in front &amp; behind ( only if they are willing ) else their only tiresome effort towards earning passing marks comes handy ; the meticulously designed pieces of artworks labeled ' farre , parchi , chits ...' . They form the  'spicy ' lot of the class ;not to forget their classic encounters with classmates , teachers or other unmentionable people round the campus .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While there occurs a constant selective transfusion of traits from one category people to the other , the class remains overall a balanced entity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outclass&lt;/span&gt; ; Totally lost yet focussed , Totally uninterested yet engrossed , Totally dumb( at times ) yet the cleverest students forming the Clandestine Radicals aspect of the now complete college classroom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the range of activity can be calculated for the previous 3 types , the radicals range is from minus to plus infinity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RADICALS  if never woken up might perish in the fire of self imposed &amp; society inflicted notorious anonymity while on the other hand have the utmost potential to unleash their astounding perfection &amp;amp; leave the completely dumbfound academic guild gasping for breath .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all those people with a  " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; " ; its time to come out &amp; rise above and show the world your true worth !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-8990185359098418789?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8990185359098418789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=8990185359098418789' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/8990185359098418789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/8990185359098418789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/06/radicals.html' title='The Clandestine Radicals'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-1935632747386755290</id><published>2007-06-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:28:57.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Fit</title><content type='html'>OK , I'm finally here after having mercy on the poor people who used to curse me after wasting their 1 kb download by clicking on the blog's link   ; i'm back people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...I won't say I have conquered the writer's block; as not belonging to the proficient fluent writer's species, I christen my writing state as a"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writer's FIT&lt;/span&gt; "... yes you read it right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the frontal subcortical area of the brain is flooded &amp; choked with motley emotions &amp;amp; there seems no cure ... no, not even talking it out; as people who can bear the intensity are rare to find ...Writer's FIT seems to be the best option .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody to stop you&lt;br /&gt;nobody to snigger&lt;br /&gt;nobody to cry out  ( well sure they would after reading but not in front of me at least [:p] )&lt;br /&gt;nobody to run away in the midst of your spout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kind of hold the person ( whose designation has been changed from an uninterested listener to the pitiable reader ) by the neck &amp; let him read your blast of bizarre expressions .&lt;br /&gt;People speak about curing &amp;amp; coming out of their writer's block stature while ones like me indulge themselves into the tempting FIT &amp; let emotions flow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am reminded of &lt;a href="http://theantisensestrand.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/101-ways-to-remove-writers-block/"&gt;gaurav sir's&lt;/a&gt; ways to come out of writer's block ...too witty to handle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Writer's FIT seems to be a better way out from the clamorous emotions piled over a long period of time ; where the person might suffer from the symptomatic outbursts of thoughtless pretentious " emotionally  psychic " behaviour , leasing out their emotions now and then at wrong time &amp; at wrong place; beautifully crafting at times strained relationships .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such people are the most difficult to comprehend .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUTION&lt;/span&gt;: People with such syndrome usually are lost in the absence of thoughts aka&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;black hole of cognition&lt;/span&gt; ' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cure known as of yet is the Writer's FIT.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-1935632747386755290?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1935632747386755290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=1935632747386755290' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/1935632747386755290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/1935632747386755290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/06/writers-fit.html' title='Writer&apos;s Fit'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-6254035912807566592</id><published>2007-05-02T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T07:59:46.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvador Dali's magic through brush ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RjijG2l8FII/AAAAAAAAABU/5PSl4330T2Y/s1600-h/3Salvador-Dali-Slave-Market-with-the-Disappearing-Bust-of-Voltaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RjijG2l8FII/AAAAAAAAABU/5PSl4330T2Y/s400/3Salvador-Dali-Slave-Market-with-the-Disappearing-Bust-of-Voltaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059973519479936130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a continuation of the previous article about hybrid images. The painting by Salvador Dali that i mentioned before is shown here .&lt;br /&gt;now what's so special 'bou this one ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same ideology ; look at it first while sitting near your pc &amp; then move few meters behind .&lt;br /&gt;SEEMINGLY NORMAL HUMAN FIGURES TRANSFORMING INTO FRENCH PHILOSOPHER VOLTAIRE'S BUST .!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK ON THE IMAGE FOR A BETTER VIEW .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-6254035912807566592?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6254035912807566592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=6254035912807566592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/6254035912807566592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/6254035912807566592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/05/salvador-dalis-magic-through-brush.html' title='Salvador Dali&apos;s magic through brush ...'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RjijG2l8FII/AAAAAAAAABU/5PSl4330T2Y/s72-c/3Salvador-Dali-Slave-Market-with-the-Disappearing-Bust-of-Voltaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-5322497361583464853</id><published>2007-04-22T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:52:11.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hybrid Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivUCOtotKI/AAAAAAAAABM/KfKaRMAbRkY/s1600-h/HybridFace2_OlivaSchyns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivUCOtotKI/AAAAAAAAABM/KfKaRMAbRkY/s320/HybridFace2_OlivaSchyns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056368141427848354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivTt-totJI/AAAAAAAAABE/OZHKZ6PZC84/s1600-h/DolphinCarHybrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivTt-totJI/AAAAAAAAABE/OZHKZ6PZC84/s320/DolphinCarHybrid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056367793535497362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivTa-totII/AAAAAAAAAA8/rqrCH-geaPw/s1600-h/tatchblair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivTa-totII/AAAAAAAAAA8/rqrCH-geaPw/s320/tatchblair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056367467117982850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivTKOtotHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kkUFxwokFMY/s1600-h/MonroeEnstein_AudeOliva2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivTKOtotHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kkUFxwokFMY/s320/MonroeEnstein_AudeOliva2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056367179355174002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivSN-totGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VbSUbUYqLew/s1600-h/GroupFaceHybrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivSN-totGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VbSUbUYqLew/s320/GroupFaceHybrid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056366144268055650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.OK , the thing that's mentioned right now IS an illusionary artiscientific(artistic+scientific) feast to the eye which i happened to discover during my random net surfing session .Gregory T. Huang from MIT just published an article dated march 21. 2007 on enigmatic revelations of hybrid images whose use dates back to 1940 ( painting by Salvador Dali of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slave market with disappearing bust of Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just check this out for yourself . let me give you an introduction about it :titled hybrid images this article showcases the way your eyes can be fooled by the magic wand of differential shading &amp; contouring of images which appear to change with distance . WHAT YOU NEED TO DO IS JUST STEP FEW METERS BACK FROM YOUR COMPUTER &amp;amp; COMPARE WHAT U JUST SAW BEFORE WHEN U WERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE SCREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answers to the images are as follows ...&lt;br /&gt;1. a frowning man changing into a calm lady&lt;br /&gt;2. a dolphin into a car&lt;br /&gt;3. hey now its  Tony blair &amp;amp; now  Margaret thatcher&lt;br /&gt;4. oh my god!!! from what angle did Albert Einstein look like Marlyn Monroe ??!! but now he does&lt;br /&gt;5. Are the ladies gloomy or glad ??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-5322497361583464853?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5322497361583464853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=5322497361583464853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/5322497361583464853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/5322497361583464853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/04/hybrid-images.html' title='Hybrid Images'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RivUCOtotKI/AAAAAAAAABM/KfKaRMAbRkY/s72-c/HybridFace2_OlivaSchyns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-2318876501340713554</id><published>2007-04-04T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T08:18:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Quest Of  LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RhuonaT35bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5k-U5UTMxmA/s1600-h/20060408.wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RhuonaT35bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5k-U5UTMxmA/s320/20060408.wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051816802057184690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is it a feeling , a state or a new world ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me to the abode of love ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where care , concern , compassion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;are its chaise longue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where faith waters the garden of trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where happiness echoes unto eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where completion abounds unto infinity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where divine grace enrobes my soul ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where feelings no more need to be told...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;its all unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;its all clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;purity pervades to the sheer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lead me to its kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O! Supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; fill my soul with its sheen !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-2318876501340713554?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2318876501340713554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=2318876501340713554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/2318876501340713554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/2318876501340713554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-quest-of-love.html' title='In Quest Of  LOVE...'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RhuonaT35bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5k-U5UTMxmA/s72-c/20060408.wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-9138167547294689571</id><published>2007-03-10T04:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:55:05.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intricacies of cognition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RfKvKmz7bsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SDuS41Zwu1A/s1600-h/cloud-on-my-mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RfKvKmz7bsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SDuS41Zwu1A/s320/cloud-on-my-mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040283529732910786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SHE came to our college on the third day. she wore a white suite (her favourite one)defining &amp; complementing her figure .With an uncertain ,nervous look in her eyes she mingled well with the herd of "freshers".I being the first person to talk to her asked her name ,then her rank &amp;amp; conversation followed ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Slowly as time passed in this new seemingly uncomfortable place we came close to each other as persons .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SHE,A girl with simple &amp; charming dressing sense ,dusky beauty with chiseled features &amp;amp; impressive creativity ingrained in her ,embellished with the art of knowing any person in a blink of an eye yet the most approachable and who always said every word from the bottom of her heart; was THE perfect candidate for any guy to fall for which in fact did happen as well !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then what happened ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;well nothing as such happened yet everything had changed ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;this girl was dying each day ;no not because she was physically unwell but certainly ill on the mental front .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SHE was suffering &amp; killing herself each second . SHE became a living carcass .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why ? what went wrong ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both somewhat shared the common dislike for the place where we had landed &amp; often used to discuss the alternatives .&lt;br /&gt;HER disinterst towards the course ,failure to excel in studies &amp;amp; inability to take hold of her life was understandable .But she lingered on ...she never came out ...she just stayed &amp; slept over her situation ...destroying herself day after day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got distanced from her friends ,&lt;br /&gt;she lost her seemingly well committed boyfriend ( actually cant blame him ),&lt;br /&gt;apart from the tag of good rankers that she was stripped of long time back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;conclusion&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the extreme conditon of a mental disorder experienced &amp; understood on a personal scale whereby the person is incapable of snapping out of the vicious circle&lt;br /&gt;of ennui , procrastination and inability to effectively act upon the solution of problems in life . where the person quits trying to help himself and nails himself in the perennial walking coffin of self disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;human mind is an enigmatic puzzle , &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simply decoding ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its the purported fickle chemical reactions taking place inside the grey matter which decide the entire persona of an individual .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if we get hold of this then we'll get hold of everything ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-9138167547294689571?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/9138167547294689571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=9138167547294689571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/9138167547294689571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/9138167547294689571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2007/03/intricacies-of-cognition.html' title='intricacies of cognition'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RfKvKmz7bsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SDuS41Zwu1A/s72-c/cloud-on-my-mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764642501419396911.post-5091140740937967343</id><published>2006-12-25T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:08:03.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RY-uxMpJMSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ozm_0sL8w90/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RY-uxMpJMSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ozm_0sL8w90/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417070517268770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silence &amp; stillness is what i crave for ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave me alone ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want no more of this fake life ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want reprieve from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to traverse the path untrodden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to feed my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the stillness of a mountain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to be a silent symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want my soul to cherish eternity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let the real me come out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let the dance of eternity be experienced by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let the breeze of tranquility embrace me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me be me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/764642501419396911-5091140740937967343?l=laughingtears.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5091140740937967343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=764642501419396911&amp;postID=5091140740937967343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/5091140740937967343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/764642501419396911/posts/default/5091140740937967343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingtears.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='....................'/><author><name>transcending silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860602324120504693</uri><email>swati.tomar00@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08310321969262865156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzKjPqU9E0/RY-uxMpJMSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ozm_0sL8w90/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>