<?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-7205278475727812769</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:20:11.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shelz Wired</title><subtitle type='html'>Straight from my mind to yours.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-5106901309527514606</id><published>2008-09-30T11:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:31:18.651+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Translate Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHACqCCAwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fv0EAbkghjE/s1600-h/locked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHACqCCAwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fv0EAbkghjE/s320/locked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251689792365789954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God as the supreme figure or any other power for that matter, the question of being left alone doesn’t seem to arise. Assuming that an individual would not want to be withheld under any authority whatsoever is to assume that an individual is not human any longer. Is it our social craving that compels us to be held by belief to a dominating force?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a direct result of emotions that we exhibit “human” characteristics. In my quest to isolate I have realized that if an individual were to opt for no dominating force to govern him/her, that individual is challenging a huge aspect of human belief. With a well defined rift between good &amp; bad being proclaimed from ages gone by, individuals of the likes of me who feel off beat are termed as those that choose the bad side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s simple to walk a paved road &amp; watch your destiny in the distance. For those who choose to make their own judgments &amp; decisions, life as we know it today is harsh. It is a disease to challenge everything that is a routine, but a disease only to those who cannot accept the latter. In a world where emotions govern us all, some of us cry with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-5106901309527514606?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/5106901309527514606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=5106901309527514606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/5106901309527514606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/5106901309527514606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/09/translate-me.html' title='Translate Me'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHACqCCAwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fv0EAbkghjE/s72-c/locked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-923975968825337654</id><published>2008-06-23T15:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:15:28.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Objected Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SF93Ml4_IwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XtftW7Fnj6Y/s1600-h/Gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SF93Ml4_IwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XtftW7Fnj6Y/s320/Gay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215017951731589890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through life there are changes…some of them we embrace while the others creep up on us. Whatever the circumstance change is inevitable &amp; bound to alter you as well as your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child the biggest change you notice is growth…very exciting, bizarre &amp; visual to say the least. It helps us realize that we are getting older by the day…month…year…Well along with growth comes maturity. Everyone expects you to behave a certain way…accept certain ideas, reject others…this may not always flow the way you intend…&amp; definitely calls for compromise. Once compromise comes into the picture we realize that self restraint is something society calls for. At the end of it all we are just another animal with certain wants, needs, feelings &amp; think of ways to fulfill them. But the fact that we are restrained at various points in life so as to align with cultured lifestyle requirements tends to sweep aside some very strong, primal wants &amp; needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has to restrain &amp; compromise…that is a constant…however how individuals deal with this aspect of life differs….Some may conceal &amp; feed their demons within their minds, others may let them loose. Either way these circumstances cause reactions…ones we prefer to avoid. Dreams give you an insight into the state of this muted energy…deafened &amp; blindfolded trait or trapped feeling. With the ever-changing cultural aspects &amp; broadminded attempts people are now trying to accept what was earlier shunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With taboos being banished &amp; attempts at tolerating the unusual, we notice numerous individuals who surface within these groups or communities. The primary question is, were all these people similar? Did they always share a hidden characteristic? A trend is noticed once taboos are relaxed. People are strangely attracted towards it…not all people but those who are struggling to conceal themselves. However all these people don’t necessarily share the same characteristic, they merely release the tension in a similar way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups or organizations with such individuals does not stand testament to a characteristic of humans that was so widespread yet banned or suppressed…They aren’t all the same…nor are their interests similar…they just settle on a common release. The actual demons lurk below the surface…still awaiting acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-923975968825337654?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/923975968825337654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=923975968825337654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/923975968825337654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/923975968825337654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/06/self-restraint.html' title='Objected Desires'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SF93Ml4_IwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XtftW7Fnj6Y/s72-c/Gay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-2432289138121314518</id><published>2008-04-21T14:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:20:59.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Basic Instincts</title><content type='html'>As a city dweller I am &amp; always will be fascinated by rural areas. That unmistakable feel in the air, the calm &amp; quiet…makes you slow down to a point you think is not possible. But this is no vacation retreat; people live their entire lives here at this serene pace. Fact of the matter everyone has their share of problems but the look in people’s eyes here is something worth adoring; such clarity, simplicity &amp; peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A true tribal experience is worth living for a few days, you tend to not only unwind but realize how small &amp; basic necessities are the most important &amp; that when all you do is try to fulfill these needs you seem to feel like you accomplished much more in one day than you would after working an entire month at a salaried job. You just don’t seem to run out of time here &amp; will rarely find anyone in a hurry. Kind of makes me feel stupid thinking back at how we headless chickens in the city behave. Here the roads are actual roads where you can drive or ride without having people walking faster than your vehicle like in city traffic. Ever noticed how in minor collisions where probably a bumper is cracked or a dent is formed people seem to lash out at each other in cities? Well here to begin with there are no roads just highways &amp; it’s understood that a nick or a bump is OKAY &amp; can be ignored….not because they are understanding but because the speed at which vehicles travel here, sharing a single road means that a collision will almost all the time be near fatal &amp; for this reason on road communication &amp; discipline is much higher than you would ever find in a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This scenario made me realize something. The road sense &amp; toleration was the way it was since it was required to avoid fatalities. Similarly in villages where infrastructure is minimal &amp; so are easily available resources the bid to survive these conditions automatically inculcates discipline &amp; a simple regulated lifestyle to avoid any potential mishaps. An individual who has the basic necessities to survive will indulge if a means to do so is achieved, however if the basic necessities are a challenge to accomplish then merely existing is rewarding enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All in all it’s always a great retreat, with great people &amp; even greater locations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-2432289138121314518?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/2432289138121314518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=2432289138121314518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/2432289138121314518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/2432289138121314518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/04/basic-instincts.html' title='Basic Instincts'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-7640694712662899620</id><published>2008-04-08T10:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:45:53.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind Under Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R_sNioDfwaI/AAAAAAAAACs/nlv_sJx2a3s/s1600-h/mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R_sNioDfwaI/AAAAAAAAACs/nlv_sJx2a3s/s320/mind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186754284366053794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toleration….where does it stem from? Before maturity has taken over we do what we want to do…&amp; why not? Life is simple to say the least, you do what you like &amp; express your unhappiness when restricted from doing so. No sense of toleration back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect that should be taken into account is the fact that, as a dependent individual most of the basic requirements of life are provided to us without much effort from our side. And it’s obviously human nature to feel fulfilled knowing that all the essential bases are covered. So we wander in a quest to fulfill the growing gap since we don’t really have to pursue basic requirements. This secondary quest is exhilarating in my opinion not because of its significance but purely because we are exposed to something new. We can never truly run out of things to learn, however its individual preference on when we decide to stop. Once we stop the process our minds begin to roll backwards &amp; this is the first step to its deterioration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a period of time as we keep learning &amp; facing new situations in life fear creeps into our minds. Mostly the fear is inculcated by the very individuals that regulate our life &amp; help us grow. Although the intent is to help draw boundaries this is the first step to killing individualism &amp; shaping stereotypes. Depending on the relationship shared between the young mind &amp; the adult these fears can be absorbed to various degrees. Once the feeling is inculcated the young mind will try &amp; exercise the same feeling in every situation it encounters because it is something new. With fear based in the mind &amp; its characteristics gauged, the mind is not only able to feel it but create it too. This is one of the initial steps that causes us to rely less on instincts &amp; more on logic. Because of our ability to encounter &amp; then replicate &amp; or control a scenario we tend to decide for ourselves what should be, rather than assess what is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the various influences around a young mind, peer pressure is one of the strongest as the age gap is much lesser, causing competition amongst the individuals to dominate most decisions. These individuals in turn are &amp; have been influenced by various others. By the time a young mind has reached this point it has learnt how to regulate the inner thoughts &amp; desires to match the scenario around. In turn every individual around is doing the same. Eventually it will become an unconscious practice like it is in adult life. Toleration would not exist in our instincts…it is a fabrication amongst many others to give social life texture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-7640694712662899620?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/7640694712662899620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=7640694712662899620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/7640694712662899620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/7640694712662899620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/04/sculpted-minds.html' title='Mind Under Matter'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R_sNioDfwaI/AAAAAAAAACs/nlv_sJx2a3s/s72-c/mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-5025600306001041506</id><published>2008-03-11T16:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:24:09.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The truth is out where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9ZtTrRBtGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bqcRq0fBPlw/s1600-h/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9ZtTrRBtGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bqcRq0fBPlw/s320/alien.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176445006508045410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do aliens exist? Do they visit our planet on a regular basis? Do these creatures live amongst us? Even if they don’t stories &amp; movies have definitely taken the pseudo reality to another level fuelled by our extensively varied &amp; complex imaginations. But what are the odds that in the entire universe which is an enormous expanse we are the ONLY planet with living beings, makes me feel lonely thinking of the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the other hand if aliens exist the next question is how advanced are they. Will they be able to initiate communication? Assuming the answer to that question is a yes then they have most probably established contact &amp; there is a possibility that it runs only in select circles away from the general public. So what’s the reason for such secrecy? The answer to that question could be vast &amp; varied…from possible revelations about our existence to more serious realizations like threats from other beings…to the worry that widespread panic &amp; a sudden shift in our ideologies would gravely distort life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it from another perspective why can’t we perceive the situation with tables turned? Is it so easy for our imaginations to play victim to a superior being but cannot consider the fact that we may be more advanced than other potentials around? What does this mean? All of these thoughts that visited me were random….till at one point they seemed to connect…telling a story of how one living being that climbed to the top felt lonely &amp; alone up there. Our basic psyche drives us to believe in a force more powerful &amp; dominant that’s out there not necessarily because it exists but because we want to believe it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the ages this very drive to have a dominant figure governing us or with the potential to do so has taken many shapes, religion being one of the most prominent…having said that I would rather not comment on the same. The fact of the matter is we need a leveling agent &amp; have formulated many to that effect. But as far as aliens go…what if we are the ONLY planet with living beings, makes me feel lonely thinking of the possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-5025600306001041506?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/5025600306001041506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=5025600306001041506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/5025600306001041506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/5025600306001041506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth-isout-there.html' title='The truth is out where?'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9ZtTrRBtGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bqcRq0fBPlw/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-1682687060034700348</id><published>2008-03-10T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:27:13.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Kite &amp; The Crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Uhh7RBtEI/AAAAAAAAABg/98Q7itJ6bdg/s1600-h/chase_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Uhh7RBtEI/AAAAAAAAABg/98Q7itJ6bdg/s320/chase_away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176080213460759618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was walking down the road when I saw something, something that sparked a dormant thought that lay buried deep in the remote recesses of my mind. A kite was soaring not so high up in the sky &amp; seemed very troubled, all of a sudden a shot of black over the scene...three crows working in tandem attacking the kite &amp; exiting the scene in perfect precision. None of the crows flew the same trajectory each one different, each one erratic. This caused a lot of confusion the kite could not keep up with them. Eventually the kite moved to a higher elevation &amp; that patch of sky went calm once more. It made me wonder of nothing great or pioneering in nature but of the simple &amp; widely used concept..Teamwork.. In my opinion the kite is a preadatory bird &amp; their aerodynamics are finely tuned as compared to the common crow. As far as size goes the kite is bigger than the crow too. Still a big &amp; efficient bird of prey made off on account of the teamwork displayed by the crows who in comparison were much smaller. Hmm such a waste of someone's time you would be thinking but this is for those who think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Similarities can be pointed to begin with between humans &amp; the crow...not the biggest mammals around however due to or persistant teamwork we have achieved the tag "supreme species" Thanks to our unusually large brains &amp; intellectual capabilities that are bursting at its seams we have taken on the biggest kites of our kind &amp; succeded. Well it's all good so far...here's where similarities between crows &amp; us ends...atleast the ones I would like to point out.&lt;br /&gt;Us humans are like a chess player who does not know how to play the game all that well. Someone thought you how to make moves..you tried it..you succeded in winning a couple of moves..assumed the game is bagged. Then all of a sudden you realise that the opposite player was on a roll the entire time &amp; was learning your moves &amp; you played yourself into a trap...checkmate...Afterall the kite was not defeated he just took to a higher altitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-1682687060034700348?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/1682687060034700348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=1682687060034700348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/1682687060034700348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/1682687060034700348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-day-i-was-walking-down-road-when.html' title='The Kite &amp; The Crow'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Uhh7RBtEI/AAAAAAAAABg/98Q7itJ6bdg/s72-c/chase_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-3826313023196606478</id><published>2008-03-06T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:57:59.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mental Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9E0xbRBtDI/AAAAAAAAABY/lhtb4ZTzAOk/s1600-h/fazeout.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9E0xbRBtDI/AAAAAAAAABY/lhtb4ZTzAOk/s320/fazeout.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174975470562817074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would write something...still thinking I will...nothing constant in my mind...just the present situation lingering. What does it feel like to be caught in a vaccum? empty thoughts, a blank mind &amp;amp; clogged senses...lifeless strength pulling you forward, no movement achieved. Thought I would describe the way I feel...overwhelmed with nothing....the feeling of being blocked...almost like a television once bustling with life with a glaring screen &amp;amp; then it's switched off.........................................................stagnant staring at nothing...no relevance for now. Thought I would write something...still thinking I will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-3826313023196606478?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/3826313023196606478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=3826313023196606478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/3826313023196606478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/3826313023196606478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/mental-block.html' title='Mental Block'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9E0xbRBtDI/AAAAAAAAABY/lhtb4ZTzAOk/s72-c/fazeout.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-4750535552168659941</id><published>2008-03-04T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:55:46.677+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good &amp; Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9E0OrRBtCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j4MT_3tq7lo/s1600-h/uttdl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9E0OrRBtCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j4MT_3tq7lo/s320/uttdl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174974873562362914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven &amp;amp; Hell. Do they exist? &amp;amp; if yes then is it true that people go to either one of the two depending on what they did throughout their lives? My explanation....A soul is the energy that dwells within a living being...wait then again it's mentioned that only humans posses a soul!! and other creatures are not important enough to have one? or are we the ones who are constantly monitored because of being made in the likeness of God? either way us humans are special...no denying that after all no other animal on earth can rival our intellect..so okay moving forward from there let's assume that we are the only creatures that posses a soul. Now back to the topic Heaven &amp;amp; Hell...as stated when a person dies his soul either ascends into heaven or plunges into hell depending on what he has done through his life...quiet a good way of keeping people on track at first glance..but is it really that simple? is it true that god &amp;amp; religion are just manmade &amp;amp; have no factual backing or in other words don't exist? The question quiet obvoiusly cannot be answered with conviction so it's personal preferance. But in this new age where technology is dominant at least one proverb has been put to rest "Seeing is believing". Can you see radio waves? can you see infra red light? we still believe in it...why? because it's proven...weather Heaven &amp;amp; Hell exist I leave for each person to decide..but what I strongly believe in is the soul &amp;amp; come to think of it if a person was bad most of his life but good for a few moments in it then his soul does posses some positive energy in it..so why should his entire soul decend into Hell? why is it not that the positive part of the individual ascends into Heaven &amp;amp; the negative part decend into Hell? Sounds logical...however what this does to individuals is takes away the rewarding factor where IF they abide by a certian rule then they will get a certian reward (Namely Heaven). According to me this isn't a matter of childish disciplinary checks that cause the two to exist it's more to do with balancing the energies that exist in the universe. If everyone were to be good &amp;amp; no evil were around do you still think the world would go round??? don't despise any part of yourself good or evil every energy, emotion, thought, action was meant to exist..only focus on being balanced that is the true path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-4750535552168659941?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/4750535552168659941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=4750535552168659941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/4750535552168659941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/4750535552168659941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-bad.html' title='Good &amp; Bad'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9E0OrRBtCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j4MT_3tq7lo/s72-c/uttdl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-113065570380453052</id><published>2008-03-04T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:38:48.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A not so distant memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EwQLRBs-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_KztiRUtXUQ/s1600-h/Meditate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EwQLRBs-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_KztiRUtXUQ/s320/Meditate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174970501285655522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I sat on a sand dune &amp;amp; was challenged.... A man walked upto me "Look into the distance my friend" he said &amp;amp; I did as he asked. "I have three elephants, beautiful animals they are" he exclaimed, I agreed. "What do you seek in this place?" he asked me still looking at elephants. "Nothing much" I replyed. "Then why do you sit here my friend? This is a place of business state your need &amp;amp; it will be fulfilled at a price". I replyed saying "This place has offered it's wealth to me already, I'm basking in it's knowledge &amp;amp; mighty expanse". The man walked away from me as his steps grew further away my eyes began to close although I fought the feeling...next thing I knew my eyes were shut but all my senses still awake, no i wasn't sleeping just wasn't allowed to see. "Now my friend" I heard his voice in the distance "prove yourself, if you are truly one with this place then the answer will be presented to you". Immideately I understood he was not just any man but a figure sent to test me. "Alright" I replied nervous as I couldn't see what was happening around me. "You saw my three animals, as of now they stand exactly where they were earlier" I nodded not able to see a thing. "Now they will run in any random direction all three of them either together or on their own, I want you to point out where they stand when they're done running". For a moment I wondered how I would be able to pull this off? but just as I began to search for options a cold breeze came over me, my right hand dropped into the sand &amp;amp; I leveled out the patch under where my hand lay. Then judging from my memory of where the elephants were I placed three fingers lightly on the sand's surface. With a deep breath I cleared my mind till I was almost motionless. "I'm ready" I exclaimed. without a word the elephants began to run around....but how did I know this?? they wasn't any sound....but wait my fingers...they began to move...each a little different from the other...that's when I realised what was happening...the movement of each animal caused a minute disturbance in the sand causing a couple of sand granules to move from under where I had lightly placed my finger on the surface...now my mind was concentrating ONLY on my fingertips...all of a sudden it has become all but apparent to me...I was tracking a heavy animal by it's minute seismic activity....but wait I couldn't have thought of it myself! I just couldn't have...next thing I know my eyes have opened I look into the sand &amp;amp; see the lines my fingers traced, but when I looked up in the distance there was nobody there! no man, no animal...that's when I smiled &amp;amp; realised I wasn't just basking in it's wisdom I was speaking with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-113065570380453052?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/113065570380453052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=113065570380453052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/113065570380453052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/113065570380453052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-so-distant-memory.html' title='A not so distant memory'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EwQLRBs-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_KztiRUtXUQ/s72-c/Meditate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-3261833284406383103</id><published>2008-03-04T15:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:49:18.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crack the code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EzXLRBtBI/AAAAAAAAABI/HEZalmoyAxg/s1600-h/Dim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EzXLRBtBI/AAAAAAAAABI/HEZalmoyAxg/s320/Dim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174973920079623186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why but I believe that the workings of the universe are a simple equation &amp;amp; to truly understand how &amp;amp; why whatever works one must be simple &amp;amp; open to unlimited possibilities big &amp;amp; small, realistic &amp;amp; unrealistic. Regain innocence &amp;amp; it will be revealed. Be passionate &amp;amp; interested in the righteous...having said so I have not mastered it yet....Think about it.....a knife is a precision instrument in the hands of a chef &amp; a tool of violence in that of a thief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-3261833284406383103?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/3261833284406383103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=3261833284406383103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/3261833284406383103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/3261833284406383103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/crack-code.html' title='Crack the code'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EzXLRBtBI/AAAAAAAAABI/HEZalmoyAxg/s72-c/Dim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-8796902611134653490</id><published>2008-03-04T15:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:45:01.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Exs7RBs_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dVG9Iyji2OU/s1600-h/anotherlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Exs7RBs_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dVG9Iyji2OU/s320/anotherlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174972094718522354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts flow like a river to the sea. The sea?? hmm that's where it would all end that's what most think but wait! once you reach there you turn into a wave! travel across the oceans and end up on a foreign land! wonderful adventures &amp;amp; when it's all over you pull back into the sea &amp;amp; of you go again! back to another place in another time....from it's warm surface to the merky depths....secrets revealed new dimensions explored darkness revisited, just another day in the life of the sea. But wait what's this? a strong light the temperature seems to rise you begin to transcend a change is at hand back to the surface you know you were meant to do this...take to the skies! slowly a gentle draft lifts you higher. The environment changes as you go higher &amp;amp; higher &amp;amp; higher! is it a dream? could this be possible? why it feels different you move in a strange manner there are feathered creatures instead of the finned ones you were accustomed to...hmm a moment to reflect on what has passed by looking down you see the deep blue sea you were once part of...looking up you see a white mass &amp;amp; fellow travellers youre not alone...just then you know you were meant to do this, you always were part of a never ending cycle...the temperature drops it's heavenly bliss...few dare venture here it's a magnificent sight! as you drift over vast expanses of space you begin to realise what you can see far in the distance way down there....yes it's the river! reminds you of what you were &amp;amp; where you belonged....along with a thousand others you plunge....from the heavens straight back to earth where it all began...now just a drop waiting to form a stream so that you can fill the river again....no now you don't remember a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-8796902611134653490?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/8796902611134653490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=8796902611134653490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/8796902611134653490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/8796902611134653490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/reincarnation.html' title='Reincarnation'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Exs7RBs_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dVG9Iyji2OU/s72-c/anotherlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-1689669207565635776</id><published>2008-03-04T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:37:14.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aura Of Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Ev5bRBs9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/K9o7jQloKE8/s1600-h/Aurare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Ev5bRBs9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/K9o7jQloKE8/s320/Aurare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174970110443631570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with one must know that the life of a loner is far easier that that of a person living with ties. A person who survives &amp;amp; grows in society is no coward &amp;amp; demands great respect. Having said that constant interaction with people has led me to realise the emptiness within. Almost all people will interact with you only for their personal gains. I strongly believe that every word exchanged between two individuals in a conversation is energy enough for someone to drain you, not because I dislike communicating but because over a period of time you are depleted &amp;amp; feel empty. Almost like scavangers at a carcas once the bounty is realised they will flock &amp;amp; come in larger &amp;amp; larger numbers with larger &amp;amp; larger appetites. Once again a reminder I speak of an energy exchange here not of any material. This is an ongoing process, eventually you turn into a void yourself &amp;amp; begin to live off others &amp;amp; so on &amp;amp; so forth. A link is established &amp;amp; you will become an active part of the chain, you become a social creature.&lt;br /&gt;In isolation i have realised that the rebuilding of our internal energy resources is continuous &amp;amp; the longer I stay away from a potential host the fuller I begin to feel.&lt;br /&gt;My understanding : Be to yourself as far as possible, communicate with others...but only if need be, do not entertain a person who makes you feel uncomfortable...for whatever reason... Never loose sight at what your driving force is...if you don't know what your driving force is take the time to figure it out....&lt;br /&gt;Be a boat with a rudder, not a log in the river...eventually both reach the same destination but the log has scars to bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-1689669207565635776?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/1689669207565635776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=1689669207565635776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/1689669207565635776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/1689669207565635776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/isolation.html' title='Aura Of Alone'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9Ev5bRBs9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/K9o7jQloKE8/s72-c/Aurare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-2767299851246617456</id><published>2008-03-03T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:22:31.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Distortion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EsaLRBs8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/O-cq24_Hd8g/s1600-h/kido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EsaLRBs8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/O-cq24_Hd8g/s320/kido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174966275037836226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were young you took decisions based on what you really wanted to do. Enjoyed everything you did &amp;amp; looking back at it all they were most probably the brightest days of your life. Now you begin to grow up, begin to understand what life consists of, understood how each move has a possible repercussion which needs to be dealt with. For most of us once this understanding sets in we become cautious &amp;amp; slow down to a great deal. That's how we transcend into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;Having stated this procedure in brief what do you think the understanding &amp;amp; knowledge gained does to us? I know of children who faulter but are not affected by the same &amp;amp; of adults who will mull over a distant loss or mishap. From the two it's the latter is loosing out because life is too short to carry any baggage along. But we are only human &amp;amp; baggage we do carry but the lesser the better. As a child how many emotions do we know of? not many except a few Love, Hate &amp;amp; Jealousy to name a few...as adults we know so many! some even have medical terms for them! Agreed as we age our competitive nature kicks in along with sexual maturity &amp;amp; hormonal changes..but dosn't it feel like the knowledge &amp;amp; understanding we gain is killing us? Do we as adults really Live &amp;amp; Let Live? Should we as adults have the right to govern a childs mind? Besides the all important rules (only the ones to keep a young child safe) I believe we should not pollute a clean &amp;amp; clear mind with our distorted visions of life..coz that's all it will be to a clear minded child...distorted visions....Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-2767299851246617456?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/2767299851246617456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=2767299851246617456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/2767299851246617456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/2767299851246617456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/adults-kill-child.html' title='Childhood Distortion'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/R9EsaLRBs8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/O-cq24_Hd8g/s72-c/kido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205278475727812769.post-7479856137897358744</id><published>2008-03-03T18:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:34:45.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance isn't bliss</title><content type='html'>Ever get the feeling that people around you are constantly scheming? Planning their next move based on what they assume you're made of? Well if not then you're an open book &amp; people have figured you out....now they play a smooth game you cannot detect. On the other hand if you can pick potential schemes you're an opaque person or the people playing you are not efficient enough. Then again they could be overtly efficient and faulter on purpose to divert your attention from what's actually unfolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this matrix of events how does one finalise their next move? Do we play by instinct like animals? Or do we take an analytical decision like we are told to by society? If we do so much without even uttering a word then one can only imagine the number of unspoken rules we abide by!&lt;br /&gt; In a world where technology is gaining momentum like never before &amp; progress is the name of the game there comes a point where we need to stop &amp; appreciate the part of us that is constantly computing in the background, the part of us that spoke out loud in the past but in today's world has been silenced to a great deal...it still speaks with us just as loud as ever......your mind is calling take heed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205278475727812769-7479856137897358744?l=shelzwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/feeds/7479856137897358744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205278475727812769&amp;postID=7479856137897358744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/7479856137897358744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205278475727812769/posts/default/7479856137897358744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelzwired.blogspot.com/2008/03/ignorance-isnt-bliss.html' title='Ignorance isn&apos;t bliss'/><author><name>Shelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769420952818345922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIMRVOHBsNk/SOHHBv_9sVI/AAAAAAAAADI/VrxXl73ODtw/S220/influence+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
