<?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-2544369675953191158</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:35:55.504-08:00</updated><category term='Interests'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Dreaming Embryo</title><subtitle type='html'>Restlessness embedded in the soul..Efforts to tranquil the grudging devil</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544369675953191158.post-8125707753801447334</id><published>2011-05-30T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:47:39.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of  Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Obsessive Compulsive Disorder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Self-sabotaging thoughts come to the mind in an irresistible manner, unwillingly. Destroying a healthy mind setup, it pushes towards, one's own end. Though he is conscious about it, can do virtually nothing effective...others think of it as a trivial issue, leaving it to himself. Thus he is kept at the hand of unknown evil. So is he a psycho? Mentally challenged? From where he has developed this weird thinking disorder?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Probably the gift of the unjustified behavioral effects received at some point of time in past.&amp;nbsp;Still he tries endlessly but seems he can never beat this devil.Meanwhile lots of evaluations, social events take place...just to undermine the performance...But he never disbelieves the power of hope...so he tries the hardest to look beyond &amp;amp; to balance all the petty events of his meaningless life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/2544369675953191158-8125707753801447334?l=basuanind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/8125707753801447334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544369675953191158&amp;postID=8125707753801447334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/8125707753801447334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/8125707753801447334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-of-life.html' title='Story Of  Life'/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544369675953191158.post-5892657393930298981</id><published>2011-05-30T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:40:12.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful lines, as i came across..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men, and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose memory is a benediction."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Though these lines are reproduced, it bears an amazing inherent feel which made me wonder over them for a few moments &amp;amp; decided they can easily take up a post in my space..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/2544369675953191158-5892657393930298981?l=basuanind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/5892657393930298981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544369675953191158&amp;postID=5892657393930298981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/5892657393930298981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/5892657393930298981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-lines-as-i-came-he-has.html' title='Beautiful lines, as i came across..'/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544369675953191158.post-174012709419628386</id><published>2011-03-06T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:58:53.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions &amp; Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;w:sdt contentlocked="t" id="89512093" sdtgroup="t"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;/w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;w:sdt docpart="7A59ADF1CD8448E39ECB8FC3D50A7AF3" id="89512082" storeitemid="X_CE6FB658-4DEA-4803-B208-72A4C1535007" text="t" title="Post Title" xpath="/ns0:BlogPostInfo/ns0:PostTitle"&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Publishwithline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Publishwithline"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have experienced, many insightful events (including embarrassments of course!), during my college/school days apart from the formal matters, which may seem trivial to any other person other than the concerned one. Some insecurity may enfeeble the mind, embarrassments may be the daily greeter, but hope never dies. Got hurt several times, bled even much more than the last time, depression engrossed the entire mind &amp;amp; soul but still there was a ray of hope which kept the deprived soul move on. To be honest, maybe I am the lonely guy, who loves to keep to him, finds it difficult to open up the mind before everyone most of the times…but still it doesn’t justify the reason of getting hurt for number of times. The world revolves around its own rule… no one gives a damn care about the other (few exceptions), and no one bothers the other person’s feelings till the point, it does have an impact explicitly on him/her. This mind is heavy after bearing loads of sufferings &amp;amp; pain; sometimes it messes within itself. During the childhood, i was taught to value other’s emotions as much as mine…to view myself on others perspective when things go wrong…but what I saw, learnt is something with huge difference…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Publishwithline"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One should give a damn about what others think about him (true most of the cases)…believe me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Publishwithline"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never ever to take other’s compliment as well as the negative comments/cynicism/criticism by heart…just hear it for that very moment &amp;amp; mull over it…it doesn’t alter your life in any other way than making a path for more redundant comments to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Publishwithline"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Life has never been a piece of cake…the moment u think it has become easy for you…wait dear…the twist waits to alter the notion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544369675953191158-174012709419628386?l=basuanind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/174012709419628386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544369675953191158&amp;postID=174012709419628386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/174012709419628386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/174012709419628386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/2011/03/emotions-thoughts.html' title='Emotions &amp; Thoughts...'/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544369675953191158.post-3529518371363302269</id><published>2011-01-24T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:41:19.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Can clearly remember when i created this account..read a discussion about blogging..then accepted the idea of having an internet home address..now back after long many days to this..just lost the interest in posting. Thought the sole idea of posting on a crowded place is just childish enough who has merely enough friends to share things about his life in real world..But recently,has gone through a blog, which has inspired me, amazed &amp;amp; at the same time amused my bliss deprived soul..also renewed my longing for maintaining a personal blog..that's why am back..hope will last longer in this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544369675953191158-3529518371363302269?l=basuanind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/3529518371363302269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544369675953191158&amp;postID=3529518371363302269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/3529518371363302269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/3529518371363302269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-clearly-remember-when-i-created.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544369675953191158.post-3382844254342927331</id><published>2011-01-24T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:43:12.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Digha Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT2xWkdG9RI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pgy3VhXmo64/s1600/DSC01489edit1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565799715800806674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT2xWkdG9RI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pgy3VhXmo64/s320/DSC01489edit1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;papa's affection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;*Contended*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/2544369675953191158-3382844254342927331?l=basuanind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/3382844254342927331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544369675953191158&amp;postID=3382844254342927331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/3382844254342927331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/3382844254342927331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/2011/01/papas-affection-contended.html' title='Digha Beach'/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT2xWkdG9RI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pgy3VhXmo64/s72-c/DSC01489edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544369675953191158.post-4451796997761622269</id><published>2010-08-06T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:00:43.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TFwG1YxM4NI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hzt1h9ViT8c/s1600/Recently+Updated3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TFwG1YxM4NI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hzt1h9ViT8c/s320/Recently+Updated3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502280358991552722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Created in picasa..these are the things, i look for everywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544369675953191158-4451796997761622269?l=basuanind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/4451796997761622269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544369675953191158&amp;postID=4451796997761622269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/4451796997761622269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/4451796997761622269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TFwG1YxM4NI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hzt1h9ViT8c/s72-c/Recently+Updated3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544369675953191158.post-3629248272434559457</id><published>2007-08-02T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:20:54.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind</title><content type='html'>Yay my first post goes here..Wish happy blogging experience to myself..&lt;div&gt;*Elated*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544369675953191158-3629248272434559457?l=basuanind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/feeds/3629248272434559457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544369675953191158&amp;postID=3629248272434559457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/3629248272434559457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544369675953191158/posts/default/3629248272434559457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basuanind.blogspot.com/2007/08/mind.html' title='Mind'/><author><name>anindya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09918549233199699479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXRy6y0lIYI/TT3IH9g5o5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_30hSyF81pQ/s220/retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
