<?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-255092934228605140</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:36:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquatech</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Blunt Knife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121112163713474867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRTCs0-aCz0/SSaT-DYeldI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ct7FgstI1Zw/S220/yusha+marrige+2+019.JPG'/></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-255092934228605140.post-598758959877271051</id><published>2009-01-03T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:09:21.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Greatest journeys are the ones that take you home.&lt;/span&gt; I have had many such journeys or rather voyages. Yes it could not be hidden long enough. One day everyone was gonna figure it out. But I did not want the biggest secret of my life to be revealed by some ugly grey matter inside the human skull. So I have spilled the beans. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a sailor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No this story is not about Pirates of carribean or Titanic, its about what I am. To put it in simple words, I lead a dual life. I have two lifes, two selves, two beings fused into one by the forces of my maverick living. &lt;br /&gt;         From dawn till dusk, east to west, north to south I have sailed  to the four corners of the earth. And while riding high on the quintessential waves of my youth, I discovered my real self. Its ironical that the first time I acknowledged my inner being, I was inside the machinery space fixing engines. I still remember, my innner voice was competing with the noise of the reciprocating engine. Life was simple untill that day. My life till then was all about taking orders from seniors, teachers, bosses, girlfriends n every other tom-dick-harry-sally who can impose him/herself on me. Life was all about getting up, taking orders, doing what I could n leaving rest to god, getting scoulded/humiliated for my half-hearted efforts, cursing every one who was mean to me and then finally going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;                That day, one sentence from my innerself changed the meaning of living for me. I felt enlightened.  Those profound words were enough to arouse my ego from a deep slumber of eternity. My timidness was all shaken up and stirred out. I was ready to take on the world. Suddenly impossible was nothing. Strange things happen but this was like someone had lit a bulb inside of me. The chained boy was set free which started evolving into a man. To put it in simple words I had a change in Paradigm.&lt;br /&gt;              The words were"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Its not easy to be exceptional, but you were not born to be otherwise. So stop pitying and start living. No one can degrade you without your own consent and its your  consent which hurts more than anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;             And so I came home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255092934228605140-598758959877271051?l=aquatechnik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/feeds/598758959877271051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255092934228605140&amp;postID=598758959877271051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/598758959877271051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/598758959877271051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>The Blunt Knife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121112163713474867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRTCs0-aCz0/SSaT-DYeldI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ct7FgstI1Zw/S220/yusha+marrige+2+019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255092934228605140.post-1064369940093427409</id><published>2008-11-29T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:42:29.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is as powerful as an idea who's time has come&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The idea which I am talking about is India. It means different thing for people. For me its my identity, I am an Indian. Nothing else matters. India runs in my blood. India beats in my heart. India is the pigment of my skin colour. India is the tone of my voice. India is the vision of my eyes. India is the shrill of my laughter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its been a subject of constant deliberation for a long time. I have donated the better part of my life to explore the idea of India n still doing so. Each man is born to perform a mission in life, but the nitty-gritty of the rat race takes better of ones motivation for the real job. But if we look inwards, we can always find that flame still burning inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each day of my life is a struggle to find my real mission. Its very frustrating because life has many questions that need to be answered but my tryst with the material world leaves no time for introspection. My soul is decaying n I don't know how to prevent it. It feels like I am standing in the middle of civilization observing the inadequacies happening around but bound by a surreal force inside of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only hope left for me in this life is the path of sacrifice. I have given up my dreams, my ideals for this material life but to no avail, I feel even more helpless than I was before treading this path. The glitter of gold had the better of me but the price was too high. I can continue on this path for eternity with the comforts and pleasures of paradise, but what pleasure is greater than the spirit of sacrifice? To live a day with dignity n courage is worth a thousand lives without. The spirit of self expression is unstoppable. I want to live a life of meaning before I slip into oblivion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255092934228605140-1064369940093427409?l=aquatechnik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/feeds/1064369940093427409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255092934228605140&amp;postID=1064369940093427409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/1064369940093427409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/1064369940093427409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/2008/11/idea.html' title='The Idea'/><author><name>The Blunt Knife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121112163713474867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRTCs0-aCz0/SSaT-DYeldI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ct7FgstI1Zw/S220/yusha+marrige+2+019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255092934228605140.post-6661385813989516885</id><published>2008-11-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:10:47.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogged Incarnation Part -2</title><content type='html'>The most important decisions of ur life are taken in ur absence n u have no influence over it except crying, fretting n groaning............or sometimes laughing, the measure of success is decided not by our deeds but weakness of others........ every one needs a hero........n they make u one.........but ppl need villains as well.........n u can find quiet a few around u............depending upon which side grass is greener..........&lt;br /&gt;Now I have seen miracles happening in 26 years of my miserable little life, I have seen beautiful damsels turn to baby elephants, I hv even seen sailors being denied their cup of joy , I have seen men turning into devils n I have seen devils being worshiped by humanity but I could not imagine what the dog's fate would be. I have heard tht &lt;em&gt;truth is stranger than fiction&lt;/em&gt; indeed it was.&lt;br /&gt;U know tht animals dont have a soul............but this dog has one........but he wasnt as fortunate as the old man of his master's neighbour. He still had to play a few roles before finding his salvation. So as it all happens to each one of us after a few years of wandering in the space the soul was finally pushed into the body of another dog in another place.......The irony of life is tht man proposes but god disposes. After overcoming the tragedy of his beloved dog, the master swore never to have another pet in his house. Souls cant remember there past lives but a dog's smell remains with him.........Dog ws leading a comfortable life with a family of dog lovers until the family decided to move to there dreamland America.&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont know wt there is with Indians tht western counties are like paradise to us. I have travelled around the world n I found only a few places comparable to India. N I have finally found the reason behind the British conquest of India, but we'll deal with tht later. So as I telling u this Indian obsession with the white country( though its half black now with OBAMA at the helm) changed the dog's life...........n it forced a paradigm shift in my life as well, i finally gave it up n started believing in reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;So the dog had to be given to someone, n the million $ question for the family was who will adopt the dog. Now the dog's previous life master was a distant relative of this family, so when the word was spread around about there tryst with America n the dog's adoption the master was invited to see the the poor creature......Even though the master had taken a wow never to keep a pet again, he was curious n wanted to see the dog. It was a strong magnetic pull which was attracting the master toward the dog.......What was inevitable had to happen, the master reached there house n saw the dog, n couldn't get his eyes off the dog. The master couldn't understand it but the dog could smell the familiarity from the distance.&lt;br /&gt;The master could hardly contain himself, he started cuddling the dog......it was like Jakie Shroff in the movie TERI MEHERBANIYAN. The master decided to adopt the dog, it was as if life had come a full circle for the master.&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;I always thought tht the theory of reincarnation is rubbish, but this real life experience changed my views about this subject..............n came to understand y the problem of stray dogs continues in India.............coz of reincarnation...............Sometimes I wonder y we r a billion.......i got the answer tht day when i came to terms with this real life incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255092934228605140-6661385813989516885?l=aquatechnik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/feeds/6661385813989516885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255092934228605140&amp;postID=6661385813989516885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/6661385813989516885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/6661385813989516885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/2008/11/dogged-incarnation-part-2.html' title='Dogged Incarnation Part -2'/><author><name>The Blunt Knife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121112163713474867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRTCs0-aCz0/SSaT-DYeldI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ct7FgstI1Zw/S220/yusha+marrige+2+019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255092934228605140.post-5820460729155649783</id><published>2008-11-24T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:40:57.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogged incarnation part 1</title><content type='html'>Now i know there r millions out there who can make up stories which such ease tht it would be impossible to  think otherwise, my own bro is one of them he can make up stories as though the incident had actually happend. But today i aint talking about my bro, today i wanna tell a real incident which happened with one of my gd friends.&lt;br /&gt;              This story is about a dog and his master....... about loyalty the dog had towards his master n love of the master towards the dog. Its such a powerful story it took me a few days to come to terms wid it.&lt;br /&gt;         Won't waste any of ur time...............................&lt;br /&gt;      It was in the capital city of delhi tht the dog ws born n after spending 3 miserable months of his frugal life wid his mother n 7 sibblings, the dog was fortunate enough to be adopted by his master. The dog n the master were best friends, master would be wid him all the time, they were inseperable. They were like father-son n probably the only instance in the history of Delhi tht even death could not keep them appart.&lt;br /&gt;      The dog was born with a very powerful sixth sense, he could sense danger from a gr8 distance n had saved his master from harms way many a times. But who could tell tht the dog's blessing would eventually turn into his curse.  The dog used to live in a appartment building with his master, each time dog would sense danger he would cry like a small puppy,no one could understand it except the master. But tht  faithful night his cry turned into howling, so loud tht it frightened the whole neighbourhood,  no one could sleep tht night. There r reasons beyond our limited imagination n his howling had a very big one, the neighbour's old man was counting his last minutes, n at the dawn of the new day when the dog's howling slipped into oblivion, the old man was released from the worldly boundations n found MOKSHA. It was the dogs salutation to a free soul.&lt;br /&gt;    That night of a howling dog didnt go down very well with the disgrunted neighbours who were up in arm against the dog. So the poor dog was vetoed out of the building. So master has to leave the dog in the jungle n came back with a broken heart n tears in his eyes, master could not hold his tears tht night n went back to the jungle to fetch the dog. But god's will was otherwise, the dog was bitten by the snake n died in the jungle tht very night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              *************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks now iev had enough of the man-dog story for now, will tell u the rest in the next part................ but do tell me wt u think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255092934228605140-5820460729155649783?l=aquatechnik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/feeds/5820460729155649783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255092934228605140&amp;postID=5820460729155649783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/5820460729155649783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255092934228605140/posts/default/5820460729155649783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquatechnik.blogspot.com/2008/11/dogged-incarnation-part-1.html' title='Dogged incarnation part 1'/><author><name>The Blunt Knife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121112163713474867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRTCs0-aCz0/SSaT-DYeldI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ct7FgstI1Zw/S220/yusha+marrige+2+019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
