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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>imputrescible...</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>imputrescible...</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/58/eb3e907677a3d33017164a6d95d434_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>FrEe HuGs</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/free_hugs~2842547/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-21:/2007/08/21/free_hugs~2842547/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 05:21:09 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Simple and Touching...Amazing composition from Sick puppies..Have a look&lt;/p&gt;
	





&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/free_hugs~2842547/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>inspiration</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/free_hugs~2842547/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Photo of the Month</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/photo_of_the_month~2837382/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-20:/2007/08/20/photo_of_the_month~2837382/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 09:50:07 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/076/1897076_ba4c87b00a_m.jpg" alt="image001" vspace="50" hspace="50"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is one of those mails barged into my mail box today.Pretty inspiring...hmm..I could say...Mera Bharat Mahaan..In all the ways&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Content:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Goving Jaiswal, 22 48th rank, Civil Services Exam, 2006&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;His father used to pull rickshaws, now he rents them out. He went to a government school and a modest college in Varanasi, His family sold land to finance coaching classes in Delhi. He got a dozen marriage proposals after the results, one from the family of a local liquor king offering Rs 4 crore as dowry, but he turned them down. " I decided totry for the IAS because this is one government job where you don't need money or approach to get in, and I had neither...Earlier, the polcie used to harass my father, now they do 'sir sir."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/photo_of_the_month~2837382/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>inspiration</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/photo_of_the_month~2837382/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Destiny</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/destiny~2836633/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-20:/2007/08/20/destiny~2836633/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 06:30:19 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/773/1896773_764b115858_s.jpg" alt="rm" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The magic of that smile&lt;br&gt;
Exult of those sparkling eyes&lt;br&gt;
Wandering wonder petite&lt;br&gt;
Brings breezy breath around with light&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Its great glad I know her&lt;br&gt;
I remember the day I met her&lt;br&gt;
She is sweet and svelte enough to stun&lt;br&gt;
Now and then, she was life of mine&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today she proved her worth&lt;br&gt;
I commit to her, till my death&lt;br&gt;
The clutch of her arms over my chest&lt;br&gt;
Says her presence on my bed,&lt;br&gt;
With sound sleep, just in my next&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/destiny~2836633/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>lonesome</category><category>love</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/destiny~2836633/#comments</comments></item><item><title>ಬಾಳು</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/a_3244_a_3262_a_3251_a~2836562/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-20:/2007/08/20/a_3244_a_3262_a_3251_a~2836562/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 05:32:46 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/719/1896719_b101286006_s.jpg" alt="ಬಾಳು" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ಈ ಜೀವಕಿದೆ ಆಸೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಹೇಳಲಾಗದ ಆಕಾಂಕ್ಷೆ&lt;br&gt;
ನೊಡಲಾಗದ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆ&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ಈ ಬಾಳಿದು ನಿನ್ನಯ ಭಿಕ್ಷೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಬಯಸಿದಿಂದು ನಿನ್ನಯ ರಕ್ಷೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಈ ಬದುಕಿದು ನೀ ಬರೆದ ನಕ್ಷೆ&lt;br&gt;
ನದುಗಿಂದೀ ಬಾಳ ನೌಕೆ..&lt;br&gt;
ಬಾ ತೋರಿಸಿದರ ಕಕ್ಷೆ
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/a_3244_a_3262_a_3251_a~2836562/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>%E0%B2%95%E0%B2%A8%E0%B2%A8%E0%B2%A1</category><category>life</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/a_3244_a_3262_a_3251_a~2836562/#comments</comments></item><item><title>She</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/she~2816367/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-16:/2007/08/16/she~2816367/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 08:07:18 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/813/1886813_adb1d3aa65_s.jpg" alt="ey2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"She"...This happened when I was with her. Being in love is something which everyone should experience atleast once in lifetime. I too played part in this love story as a strangled sole. Today, when i read this, I would like to cherish those moments rather hating the reality which always strikes later when you are in sweet dream and turns it to a bitter truth for your life...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When you were around me&lt;br&gt;
I felt the dazzle around me&lt;br&gt;
We were strangers for the day&lt;br&gt;
Now walking around the bay&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I know..I deserve you&lt;br&gt;
I promise...I care for you&lt;br&gt;
Do you know something??&lt;br&gt;
You are my everything&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I Love your lidded eyes&lt;br&gt;
That just skips my steps&lt;br&gt;
I Love your sweet voice&lt;br&gt;
That just pull me to raise&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today, I want to say&lt;br&gt;
Which i ever want to say&lt;br&gt;
Sweetheart...I LOVE YOU&lt;br&gt;
I mean, what i said to you
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/she~2816367/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>lonesome</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/she~2816367/#comments</comments></item><item><title>वो कोई</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/a_2357_a_2379_a_2325_a_2379_a~2816196/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-16:/2007/08/16/a_2357_a_2379_a_2325_a_2379_a~2816196/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 07:18:03 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/760/1886760_b0803ad401_s.jpg" alt="woh koi" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Woh Koi"...Someone who inspired me to write this is whom i found in one of those discotheques in Manipal. That was the one of my early visits to the very  beauteous ambience. I dont know about her today, but she drove me cray and stayed in poem for every coming day!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;कभी हमें भी आzमाकर देखो&lt;br&gt;
बैटे है इस्स मेहफिल में क़ब्से !&lt;br&gt;
इस्स भीड़ में अकेले है मगर&lt;br&gt;
कभी अपनी हाथ बडाकर तो देखो !&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;दुनिया झुखे आपकी क़दमों पर&lt;br&gt;
कभी हमारे साथ , दो क़दम चलकर तो देखो !&lt;br&gt;
होश उड़ाए तेरी नैनो कि झलक&lt;br&gt;
कभी इस्स तरफ़ नज़र उठाकर तो देखो !&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;मोतिया न मिलेगा दर्ति पर&lt;br&gt;
कभी सागर कि गेहराई को छूकर तो देखो !&lt;br&gt;
हर दिल न दड्केगा तेरे लिए&lt;br&gt;
कभी इस्स दिल में उतरकर तो देखो !&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;कभी हमें भी आज़्माकर देखो...
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/a_2357_a_2379_a_2325_a_2379_a~2816196/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>mein-aur-meri-tanhayi</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/a_2357_a_2379_a_2325_a_2379_a~2816196/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Death</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/death~2816059/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-16:/2007/08/16/death~2816059/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 06:28:08 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/714/1886714_efb00b21a1_s.jpg" alt="death" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Death; spawn, silent and beautiful&lt;br&gt;
One perpetual debate for Universe&lt;br&gt;
We become embroiled in fate&lt;br&gt;
After all why I’m dying&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He sent me as a narcissist&lt;br&gt;
Others loved more than I bother&lt;br&gt;
He says death is nature&lt;br&gt;
Now it hurts other more than me&lt;br&gt;
After all why I’m dying&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Corner of my room whispers now&lt;br&gt;
‘He is god, He is miracle&lt;br&gt;
You are mundane, A man&lt;br&gt;
Death is a lie which leads you to true life&lt;br&gt;
Live a life which scares the death&lt;br&gt;
You are here to play a role’&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Still my heart is crying&lt;br&gt;
After all why I’m dying&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And there in up, he smile at this absurdity&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/death~2816059/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>life</category><category>lonesome</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/16/death~2816059/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Inspiration..</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/inspiration~2805679/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-14:/2007/08/14/inspiration~2805679/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 10:52:57 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/441/1881441_83d2c37141_s.jpg" alt="inspiration" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Inspiration, a special influence of a divinity on the minds of human beings. We are all inspiration for eachother. You know what you are.. You know what inspires you.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Just don’t give up on trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.”- Ella Fitzgerald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Life is very short.. Let it be inspiring one&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/inspiration~2805679/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>life</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/inspiration~2805679/#comments</comments></item><item><title>दर्द</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/a_2342_a_2352_a_2381_a~2804555/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-14:/2007/08/14/a_2342_a_2352_a_2381_a~2804555/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 06:19:02 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/402/1881402_21805e68c6_s.jpg" alt="दर्द" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;सब हस्ते है मेरे हालात पर&lt;br&gt;
क्या तुमको भी हसी आती है?&lt;br&gt;
हमें नहीं थी ख़बर इसकी मगर&lt;br&gt;
अब हमको भी हसी आती है !&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;चले थे जिस्स दिशा में&lt;br&gt;
रोशनी की कोई कमी नहीं थी !&lt;br&gt;
जल गया हात मेरा छूकर जिसे&lt;br&gt;
वो दिया नही मेरे आर्मानो कि चिता थी !&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;आज बैटे है ख़ामोश हम&lt;br&gt;
रोक नहीं पा रहे है इन्न बेहते आँसू को !&lt;br&gt;
कोई इस क़दर तोड़ दिया दिल को&lt;br&gt;
समेट रहा हूं अभी तक बिखरे तुखड़ोंकॉ&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/a_2342_a_2352_a_2381_a~2804555/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>mein-aur-meri-tanhayi</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/a_2342_a_2352_a_2381_a~2804555/#comments</comments></item><item><title>ವಾಸ್ತವ</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/a_3253_a_3262_a_3256_a_3277_a_3236_a~2804533/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-08-14:/2007/08/14/a_3253_a_3262_a_3256_a_3277_a_3236_a~2804533/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 06:08:08 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/048/1881048_f2f5d22572_s.jpg" alt="ವಾಸ್ತವ" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಬಾಹು ಭಂಧನದಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br&gt;
ಆಸೆ ಕಂಗಳ ಕನಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br&gt;
ಮನದಾಳದ ಮಿಡಿತದಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br&gt;
ನನ್ನ ಮಾತು ಮಲಗಿರಲು ನೆಮ್ಮದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ಬೆಚಸಿತು ಬಿಸಿ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ&lt;br&gt;
ಎಚರಿಸಿಥು ಪರಪಂಚ&lt;br&gt;
ಹೆಚಿಸಿಥು ಕಾಲ್ವೆಗ&lt;br&gt;
ಓಡಿಸಿತು ಈ ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಂಡಿಯ  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ನಾ ಕಾಣದ ಊರಿಗೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಗುರಿ ಇಲ್ಲದ ಗುಹೆಗೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಕನಸಿಲ್ಲದ ಕಾಡಿಗೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಜೀವವಿಲ್ಲದ ಜೀವ ರಾಶಿಯೆಡೆಗೆ&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/a_3253_a_3262_a_3256_a_3277_a_3236_a~2804533/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>%E0%B2%95%E0%B2%A8%E0%B2%A8%E0%B2%A1</category><category>life</category><comments>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/08/14/a_3253_a_3262_a_3256_a_3277_a_3236_a~2804533/#comments</comments></item><item><title>ಬಣ್ಹ</title><link>http://imputrescible.blog.co.uk/2007/07/25/a_3244_a_3235_a_3277_a~2799261/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:imputrescible.blog.co.uk,2007-07-25:/2007/07/25/a_3244_a_3235_a_3277_a~2799261/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 09:18:46 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/055/1881055_3628c47862_s.jpg" alt="ಬಣ್ಹ" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ಬಣ್ಹ ಹಚ್ಚಿದ ಮುಖದಲ್ಲೆನೋ ನೋವು&lt;br&gt;
ಪಾತ್ರದ ಚಹರೆಯಲ್ಲೆನೊ ನಗು&lt;br&gt;
ಆತನಾಟಕ್ಕೆ ನಾ ಕುಣಿದಾಗ&lt;br&gt;
ಚಪ್ಪಾಳೆ  ತಟ್ಟೊನು ಅವನು&lt;br&gt;
ನಾ ಆಡಿದ ಈ ಮಾತಿಗೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಮಾತೊದೋರೂ ನೀವು&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ಈ ಪರದೆಯ ಹಿಂದಿದೆ ಒಂದು ಕಥೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಸಾಗಿದೆ ನನ್ನೀ ಬಾಳಿನ ಜೊತೆ&lt;br&gt;
ಬದುಕೆಂಬ ರಂಗ ಮಂದಿರದಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br&gt;
ವಾಸ್ತವ ಎಂಬ ನಾಟಕದಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br&gt;
ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಪಾಡೆಂಬ ಪಾತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br&gt;
ನಾನು ಅವನ ಜೊತೆ… ಅವನು ನನ್ನ ಜೊತೆ&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ಅವನು ಹಚ್ಚಿದ ಬಣ್ಹ ಕೊನೆವರೆಗೆ&lt;br&gt;
ನಾನು ಹಚ್ಚಿದ ಬಣ್ಹ ಕೆರೆವರೆಗೆ&lt;br&gt;
ನಾನು ನಾನೆಂದಾಗ ನಾನಲ್ಲ&lt;br&gt;
ಅದು ನನ್ನ ಮೂಢತನದ ಬಣ್ಹ&lt;br&gt;
ನಾಳೆ ಅನ್ನೋದು ಕಾರಣವಲ್ಲ&lt;br&gt;
ಅದು ಅವನು ಚೆಲ್ಲಿದ ಭಾಸ್ಕರ ಬಣ್ಣ&lt;/p&gt;
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