<?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-5026146741114839869</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:18:05.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all logic, and no magic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khanahmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026146741114839869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khanahmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>linusvanpelt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026146741114839869.post-5147818274141252506</id><published>2008-02-24T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:48:04.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it all started with taking a bath</title><content type='html'>There are times when u feel that u received a revelation,  somewhat akin to what Muhammad had at the mountain of Hira, or Moses on the Mount Sinai. It feels like you had been in a trance for a long time and that now, you suddenly woke up to face the reality.  you realize that you have a lot of catching up to do, and you start to panic, for catch up you must. And you think. Everything starts falling into the right perspective and u can see your messed up life being a thing of the past in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All this happened for the umpteenth time in my life. Like all the times before, i opened up my eyes and saw the mess that my room was. it sickened me. i felt as if some "grave robbers from outer space" (RIP Edward Wood) had plundered the graveyard that my room is ( at least it would give any graveyard in the world a tough competition in terms of gloominess). And yet again i felt that the best way to start my life afresh is to clean my room. But all those previous times, i set out to clean my room. By the end of it all, i am always too exhausted to study, and the desire that was burning inside me is all gone, not to return for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every time i take a bath, i feel like i should take one everyday, for the water is never as cold as i thought it would be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i wrote this is that i could feel some difference this time. that from being Saleem Sinai all this time, i graduated on to someone whose relevation would be vindicated as being true one day. I took a bath again today, and i intend to take one everyday. And i cleaned my room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last two weeks playing counter strike as much as i can. but i plan to play no more.I am not going to look at the big picture anymore. forget the magical figure of 7. forget first ct's. just think of 2nd cts as a one off exam. My first and last chance. i have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;and even the studying part, i will take it one day or one session at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On second thoughts, could "that" relevation be a delusion????  We all know what happened to Salim Sinai in The Midnight's Children when he declared the same to his family. 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