tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64079270162792678812011-12-30T09:51:52.091+05:30FEATHERS OF LOVEPrince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-84472477471906500612011-11-06T22:59:00.002+05:302011-12-30T09:51:52.148+05:302011-12-30T09:51:52.148+05:30Two Faces Of Soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkIE_4kSf9c/Tv0695eK6qI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tDi1YNltwZM/s1600/chobits20-20freya2020chii2002.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkIE_4kSf9c/Tv0695eK6qI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tDi1YNltwZM/s320/chobits20-20freya2020chii2002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691770339139971746" border="0" /></a>Everybody has a black one and a white one inside their mind. white one to tell what's right and black one to tell what you want. But you need to choose which one to listen to.<br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />Black one only tell us what we want in our deepest thoughts,it wants you to be truly happy from within.The ultimate happiness, is the deepest sorrow of life.This is what the black one want for you,to make you let go all your bonding to the mortal world and become truly happy.To never get the chance to be sad. And in the null void, there is no sadness.<br /> Even if it means strip you of everything, because in null void there<br /> is also no happiness, all there is peace, content, and loneliness.<br />The black one is prepared to make you do anything to take you there.<br />Some people call it as hell, since only loneliness exist there.<br /><br />The people you care for vary from person to person, something or someone<br />which is important to one person may not be important to other.<br />How far can you go to make the one person you love happy,<br />even if it's just for a second.Even kill? The black one does just<br />that for the one person it loves the most, you. No one loves you more<br />then the black one, not even the white one. And the black one can even<br />kill the person who makes you slightly sad. Even against your wishes.<br />That's why it's called the devil.<br /><br />Do you know love is the curse that the devil left in the apple eve ate,<br />at the beginning of the creation. Even if the love gives you happiness,<br />it gives sadness when the person you loved disappoints you. The black<br />one gains strength from your sadness and takes it to it's hands to free<br />you from that sadness. That's why you feel like killing the person who<br />makes you mad, even if you don't mean it. Black one is your ultimate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVbm3u4sX9M/Tv060OexhPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/swseUWXc0fw/s1600/50556_51320179073_3607935_n.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVbm3u4sX9M/Tv060OexhPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/swseUWXc0fw/s320/50556_51320179073_3607935_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691770172980954354" border="0" /></a><br />lover who does anything for you, even kill.<br /><br />The Chinese people believed the perfect harmony of the white one with the black one is the key to the happy, fruitful life.Hence the ninja 'chi' symbol.<br /><br />Every mind like the moon on a normal day. Not when in at full moon or<br />no moon day, just a normal moon day. Just because you can see only<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTaL_3jK7uk/Tv07b_TSlSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YICEt0WwIaY/s1600/Spiral-.The.Bonds.of.Reasoning.Wallpaper.51986.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTaL_3jK7uk/Tv07b_TSlSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YICEt0WwIaY/s200/Spiral-.The.Bonds.of.Reasoning.Wallpaper.51986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691770856101025058" border="0" /></a><br />half of the moon,it doesn't mean the moon is only half.It just mean you can only see half of the moon at that time. If you can experience the full moon phase(light side/white one/beautiful side) and no moon phase(dark side/black one/ugly side) of a person and still like him for who he is. That is the ultimate love any person can give for other.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-8447247747190650061?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-67160193044781126412011-03-28T22:50:00.000+05:302011-03-28T22:50:05.405+05:302011-03-28T22:50:05.405+05:30FEELING OF LOVELove, whenever you see me which those beautiful eyes, <br />
My heart skips a beat; passion runs through my veins, <br />
My head touches the cloud <br />
And falls down to earth only to die again, in your arms.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKDHOIlO19Q/TZDC2WlSLtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_sdfLDmdmtM/s1600/anime_girl_boy_love_-_0643-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKDHOIlO19Q/TZDC2WlSLtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_sdfLDmdmtM/s200/anime_girl_boy_love_-_0643-1.jpg" /></a></div> <br />
Whenever you look at me,<br />
<br />
The winds brushes my hair; the cold chills my body,<br />
And it's like a thousand watts of electricity <br />
Flowing through me.<br />
<br />
I live to see you happy, i promise to keep you laughing all your life,<br />
i just need a drop of your love to keep me alive.<br />
<br />
I'll love you like no boy ever loved a girl, no man ever loved a women.<br />
I’ll love you like nothing i ever loved before.<br />
I only ask the chance to show it to you.<br />
<br />
Please open your heart so i can remove all your pain and sorrow<br />
And fill it with love and happiness.<br />
I'll promise you to keep your smile in my heart <br />
Forever and ever no matter what happens.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-6716019304478112641?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-61737682528803479202011-03-18T19:42:00.001+05:302011-03-25T22:15:30.506+05:302011-03-25T22:15:30.506+05:30FIRST LOVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5O4bkY4wLRc/TYNn0laNsZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xN58pTTtmrs/s1600/f16d2b49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5O4bkY4wLRc/TYNn0laNsZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xN58pTTtmrs/s200/f16d2b49.jpg" width="200" /></a>the first love is like a world is around her.<br />
the looks is nothing less then annoying, to her.<br />
the silly things i did for love.<br />
Is all worth for the memories, to think about.<br />
<br />
The thing is, there is no other thing when you are in love<br />
and this is all just when you are 12.<br />
when you are sitting next to her, it's like killing not to look.<br />
the most beautiful thing you ever seen,that's how she'd always been.<br />
the feelings which flew every time she smiled and blushed.<br />
<br />
Things you did to confirm it all. things you did which annoyed in all.<br />
stupid things, which made sense only to you.<br />
This is what is like to be in love, with you, for the first time.<br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-6173768252880347920?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-90509241173997360042011-03-16T16:39:00.002+05:302011-04-16T19:38:44.493+05:302011-04-16T19:38:44.493+05:30THREE WORDS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mJqadTI79M8/TYCZ0vDBVpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/P7nTlnkURLc/s1600/ILOVE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mJqadTI79M8/TYCZ0vDBVpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/P7nTlnkURLc/s200/ILOVE.jpg" width="200" /></a>I can feel my heart throbbing with all the feelings of love, </div><div class="MsoNormal">waiting for you to come to me, Waiting for you to look at me</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tell me those three words, which i’ve never listened before.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I want YOU to tell me, those three words, Which makes my heart explode with joy.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tell me the three words, Those words which make my heart skip a beat.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tell me those three words with your open heart</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For me and only me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zaavpK276Rc/TYCZ4im_NWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cgqLnF01KWw/s1600/no-three-words-have-greater-power.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="88" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zaavpK276Rc/TYCZ4im_NWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cgqLnF01KWw/s320/no-three-words-have-greater-power.png" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I want to hear those words and fly away with you.</div><div class="MsoNormal">So. will you say those three words and come to my arms.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m waiting with my mind and heart open</div><div class="MsoNormal">JUST FOR YOU</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"> ---MY LOVE </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-9050924117399736004?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-29906871042632400232011-03-16T16:31:00.001+05:302011-04-16T19:48:10.278+05:302011-04-16T19:48:10.278+05:30SORRY LETTER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-di61qjoWZKU/TYCXVFCSxjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qwqvsogYcXs/s1600/sorry_comment_04.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-di61qjoWZKU/TYCXVFCSxjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qwqvsogYcXs/s320/sorry_comment_04.gif" width="320" /></a>Why do you avoid me, in the middle of the crowd, </div><div class="MsoNormal">even when you are alone? </div><div class="MsoNormal">Why do you move away when I come to you?</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know I’ve done wrong, and I’ve apologized for it. </div><div class="MsoNormal">And you said it’s OK. Then why isn’t it all like before. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Why doesn’t the daisies bloom when you when I see you. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Why don’t the winds blow when you speak anymore?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve always seen you as an angel spreading love,</div><div class="MsoNormal">but –now- it looks like the dark clouds of the hell. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The face which was filled with glitter and shine is now </div><div class="MsoNormal">like a gear in grease. The eyes of the wandering princesses</div><div class="MsoNormal">have become a beacon of sorrow with no love in sight.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6IvB70rSTxg/TYCXaUDmtSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K_nv-ZtEEK8/s1600/sorry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6IvB70rSTxg/TYCXaUDmtSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K_nv-ZtEEK8/s320/sorry.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"> Please princesses don’t make me suffer with the pain of </div><div class="MsoNormal">knowing that I was the reason for your turn. Even when the </div><div class="MsoNormal">treason is gone why isn’t the punishment. Weren’t you </div><div class="MsoNormal">satisfied knowing how much I’ve suffered to see you </div><div class="MsoNormal">like now or is it , that I’ve made for darker to hate the light.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Please, princesses smile and put me out of my misery. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Your one smile is all I ask to put this poor man </div><div class="MsoNormal">out of this sorrow. Please princesses smile.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Knowing how much I’ve hurt you is only hurting me more.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t know how long I’ll survive seeing you like this, </div><div class="MsoNormal">knowing I’ve caused this. Suffering till the breath last is all </div><div class="MsoNormal">I've given you haven’t i?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UXPTZY26Xgc/TYCYPSUR_kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_-Krl9r7fFc/s1600/heartbroken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UXPTZY26Xgc/TYCYPSUR_kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_-Krl9r7fFc/s200/heartbroken.jpg" width="131" /></a> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Knowing you are ok, is all I want to know. Knowing you can </div><div class="MsoNormal">love again is the only thing which can forgive me. Seeing you </div><div class="MsoNormal">like this, I’ve realized, I’m not fit for your world, but I can’t </div><div class="MsoNormal">move away leaving you like this.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This is why I’ve decided, to stay in the shadows with love, </div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">even if not for mine. May be for someone who deserves it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Good bye, good luck.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-2990687104263240023?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-47194529214882253242011-01-30T23:50:00.001+05:302011-04-16T20:03:58.275+05:302011-04-16T20:03:58.275+05:30From Pages Of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqzceA6dOR0/TammmXig5lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/91OLb6ySIe4/s1600/1214-living-in-the-past.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqzceA6dOR0/TammmXig5lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/91OLb6ySIe4/s320/1214-living-in-the-past.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><br />
when u miss someone it hurts.<br />
<br />
when u remember someone when you were having good times,<br />
you just wish why can't it all be like before?<br />
what did i do wrong?. how can i correct it now?<br />
is it too late?. is he/she still thinking about me?<br />
like i think about him/her?.has has/she moved on?.<br />
<br />
like this many questions raise in our minds.<br />
the only solution is to just laugh about those <br />
lovely times and get on with your present life.<br />
<br />
it's better to live in the future then in past.<br />
<br />
they went away from our life for a reason.<br />
may be it was their time. or it was not meant <br />
to happen.whatever it may be, it's for the best.<br />
because you are who u r now because of them at that time.<br />
the mistakes u made in the past,is what the present<br />
is all about.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4RJfAY6rYU/TammoDkSLcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HXUQmCcM-Yg/s1600/past-lives-pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4RJfAY6rYU/TammoDkSLcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HXUQmCcM-Yg/s320/past-lives-pic.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
if u r happy now. it's all the reason u need to <br />
leave the past and move to the future.<br />
<br />
you are living your life now without them because it<br />
wasn't meant to happen now. life is just <br />
what is meant to happen, nothing you do or don't <br />
do, can change the way you live in the future.<br />
<br />
you are not responsible for who comes to your life <br />
or leave from your life. you are only responsible <br />
for what impression you leave when they are with you.<br />
what memories you give for them to remember you.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh9e-HCzJcI/Tamoht0dxEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UPVbSdWIQrs/s1600/115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh9e-HCzJcI/Tamoht0dxEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UPVbSdWIQrs/s200/115.jpg" width="200" /></a>Life goes on, whether you want it or not, the only way<br />
you can make it better is to live in the present, learn<br />
from the past, and plan for the future. because, today<br />
-will- become yesterday no matter what you do, and<br />
tomorrow always comes. have you done enough for<br />
today to remember it as past and will you accept tomorrow<br />
like you accepted today is what makes the life so special<br />
to live everyday for the rest of your life.<br />
<br />
My life is like a train in making. Every stage of my life is like a cart on work.<br />
The beauty of each one is given by how much involvement i put in creating it.<br />
-Aurthur </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-4719452921488225324?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-60269556612192817872011-01-21T19:40:00.000+05:302011-01-21T19:40:13.922+05:302011-01-21T19:40:13.922+05:30A Healing Myth by "Nihasa"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">//<strong>This is not my story.I found this while reading a book.This is a good story.Apparently without a copyright.So enjoy...And this story is said to contain healing powers if u read it out loud...^_^"</strong> //<br />
<br />
<br />
Once, in another time and another place, a kingdom of magic <br />
and beauty knew a time of peace. No armies threatened its <br />
boarders, no bandits plundered its trade routes, no plagues <br />
sickened its people. Yet even in such peaceful times, bad <br />
things could happen: accidents, misunderstandings, even <br />
good people doing bad things. <br />
<br />
The third daughter of the king was a bright and cheerful <br />
sort. She wasn't the strongest or the prettiest of the <br />
royal princesses, but she did have the nicest wings of <br />
anyone her age. She loved to fly around the countryside <br />
and explore the groves and meadows she found...they were <br />
always full of surprises. <br />
<br />
One day she found a particularly pretty grove, with a pond <br />
glistening in a little clearing in the middle. As she went <br />
in for a closer look, she saw images start to form. She saw <br />
her own reflection, and as she lightly touched the ground <br />
she saw that her reflection was watching reflections of her <br />
own...dim watery reflections from her past. <br />
<br />
"So you can see the pictures." The voice from among the <br />
trees made her jump. "Don't worry," continued the young man <br />
as he stepped out from among the trees, "nobody else can see <br />
the same images, Princess. It's part of the magic." <br />
<br />
"How...?" she asked, looking him up and down. He was a young <br />
man, no older than the princess herself, dressed in the <br />
rough tunic of a wizard's apprentice. "Who are you? How did <br />
you know who I am, what I saw?" <br />
<br />
"I am apprenticed to the Court Wizard. Everybody knows who <br />
you are, Princess...and besides, I have seen you at the <br />
palace when I have been there with my master." He paused, <br />
glancing at the ground and lowering his voice. "As to the <br />
images...well, at one time I had need of their magic." <br />
<br />
"When I entered the Wizard's service, I had a great and <br />
secret fear. Something...bad...happened to me when I was <br />
younger. It hurt to even think about, and after time I <br />
didn't think about it much. But ever since that time, I had <br />
lived with the fear. When my master learned of this, he <br />
taught me the magic of this pool and its stream".<br />
<br />
<br />
"The pool reflects images from your mind...scenes from your <br />
past, dreams of the future, even fantasies of the present. <br />
The stream flows like time itself, upstream into the past, <br />
and downstream into the future. If I followed the ritual he <br />
described, these magics could wash clean the fear." <br />
<br />
She made a face. "I suppose this ritual involves deep magics <br />
usable only by Wizards?" <br />
<br />
"Not really. All the magic is in the waters, and anyone can <br />
use the ritual. Even a lowly apprentice." He grinned. "It's <br />
pretty simple. After he told me about it, he brought me here <br />
and then stood back by the trees. He said that he would <br />
answer any questions I had but otherwise I was on my own." <br />
<br />
"I stood where I could see my reflection in the pool, and <br />
then thought about my fear. As I thought, my reflection <br />
watched a reflection of my thoughts...like a stage where <br />
dimly lit actors played out the scene against a colorless <br />
backdrop. I looked up and saw that I was still here, in the <br />
glade. I looked back at the water, holding on to a small <br />
part of the special feeling of fear it had given me. As I <br />
turned and looked back upstream, I saw more images...each <br />
earlier than the last. I relaxed and let the feeling guide <br />
me back to the earliest image. When I had that, I turned <br />
back to the pool and found my reflection watching the same <br />
colorless players in their dim reflection of the memory. As <br />
my reflection watched, the image went from a time shortly <br />
before the bad thing happened, through the whole thing, and <br />
on to a time when it was all over. When it passed the ending <br />
that way, it stopped...like a drawing. Then the drawing <br />
faded away, and I was just looking at my reflection. The <br />
Wizard had told me that if I stepped into that last part of <br />
the image, it would run very quickly backwards, with full <br />
color and sound and me living backwards through it all...all <br />
the way through to the part before the beginning. It sounded <br />
very strange. As I looked at my reflection again, it was <br />
watching the image go forward again in its dim, colorless <br />
way. When it reached the drawing at the end, I stepped into <br />
the image and was plunged into a world going backwards! It <br />
went clear through to before the beginning in less than a <br />
second, then stopped. Startled, I let the water carry me <br />
downstream, through all that had happened since, with the <br />
fear gone and the memory unable to hurt me. When I reached <br />
the here-and-now, I got out and just stood there, knowing <br />
that the fear would trouble me no more." He stopped, and <br />
suddenly seemed to remember where he was, and who he was <br />
talking to. "That was over a year ago, and the fear is still <br />
gone. The Wizard says it is gone for good." <br />
<br />
She thought for a moment. "So all there is to this ritual is <br />
think of the problem until your reflection sees it, follow a <br />
part of the feeling upstream to my earliest memory of it, <br />
wait for my reflection to see it all the way through, step <br />
into the ending, and live it backwards quickly? What kind of <br />
magic is that?" <br />
<br />
He thought for a minute, shrugged, and said "Effective? If <br />
you wish, I will withdraw to the trees while you try it." <br />
<br />
<br />
"What makes you think that I NEED it?" <br />
<br />
"Because the images only come to those who do." His voice <br />
faded to an embarrassed silence as he realized what he had <br />
said. "I'll go now." <br />
<br />
"Yes, do." She said absently, already thinking. Then: "But <br />
not too far, in case I need you." She was remembering an <br />
incident a few days back which had set off her special fear, <br />
and just as the apprentice had described, her reflection in <br />
the pool was watching a dim and watery scene of the memory. <br />
Startled, she looked up again. Yes, she was in the clearing, <br />
with the trees all around and the apprentice all but lost <br />
among the closer ones. She could still feel a part of that <br />
fear, so she kept that feeling while she looked back up <br />
stream at all the images from the past that the feeling had <br />
touched...until she found the earliest of them all. She <br />
brought that memory back to the pool and released it as her <br />
reflection started to watch it unfold in its dim and watery <br />
way. Her reflection seemed to have a life of its own as it <br />
watched the pale scene start before anything happened, run <br />
through the bad parts, and then pause at a time when it was <br />
all over. She watched her reflection shift as she prepared <br />
for what she would do. Her reflection settled as it watched <br />
the scene unfold again. The dim scene passed through the <br />
beginning, through the bad time and on past again. When it <br />
stopped, she jumped in to it. Suddenly, she was there again: <br />
back where and when it had happened. Everything was moving <br />
backwards, and in a flash she had lived backwards through it <br />
and past the beginning. Shocked, she let the water carry her <br />
down stream, forward through all the rest of her yesterdays <br />
without the bad times for company. When she got to today, <br />
she stood up. There she was...standing, dripping in a stream <br />
in the clearing. She looked around for the apprentice, half <br />
expecting him to be laughing at the soggy mess she must be. <br />
He was there, by the trees...not laughing, just smiling in <br />
an understanding way. <br />
<br />
In the years that followed, they became friends. Although <br />
they went their separate ways...he, as wizard to one of the <br />
King's high lords and she as wife to a neighboring prince... <br />
they valued that friendship to the end of their days. And <br />
from that time on, neither was ever again troubled by their <br />
great fears. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-6026955661219281787?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-14879762258398126642011-01-09T22:08:00.000+05:302011-01-09T22:08:17.448+05:302011-01-09T22:08:17.448+05:30Romance in the rain: Part 1let me tell u a story.<br />
<br />
<br />
Once there was a boy, and there was a girl.they met, hang out<br />
fell in love, and got married. Now where's the fun in tat.<br />
life's all about twists and turns.<br />
<br />
here i put u a story about a young boy falling in love with a pretty girl.<br />
it's a pretty big story. so put it in parts of senarios. with pretty twists <br />
and turns.. hope u like it. <br />
<br />
I like to mention a perticular incident tat took place, which shows<br />
how dumb he was to girls..<br />
<br />
it was raining tat day, like pretty much everyday in the season. <br />
And this place is burning sun in the summer and raining wet all the <br />
time in the rest of the year,it's....... the costal area...<br />
<br />
by the way, he already made some friends in the summer, so it's the <br />
winter or rainy season, where true romance get going.and to add more <br />
taste to it, the costal area. the never ending sea, far far sand shore,<br />
sun in the horrizons,it's the best getaway u could ever get.<br />
<br />
<br />
By the way it's raining tat day.He's standing in the bus stop.<br />
she's standing couple of feet next to him.she's wearing a beautiful<br />
dress.Her hair was left lose till her sholder and she was wearing a <br />
low heal slipper. Most boys look tat to..hahum...<br />
<br />
she sees him and gives him a smile.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSnhQSAGJuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gKil5zIuh8o/s1600/SadAnimeGirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSnhQSAGJuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gKil5zIuh8o/s200/SadAnimeGirl.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
she had a cream white face and body.her eyes are like lill chillis,<br />
with black grapes.her nose is small,but not as small as tat his fingers<br />
could't hold to. she has a cute lips with lipstick on.<br />
<br />
He gambling with his heart moves towards her and say,"Hello".<br />
<br />
she wearing a watch in her left hand and bangles in right.she asks<br />
him," Do u travel by the same bus everyday? where's u r house".<br />
by the way it'a an orbious question, they were classmates ..<br />
<br />
He quickly reply,"Alape, next stop of the chairman's house... where do <br />
u live?".<br />
<br />
she says,"padil".<br />
<br />
She notices tat he wasn't having an umbrella in that rainy day.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSnhLCA2giI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WBIscN3OvgQ/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="101" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSnhLCA2giI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WBIscN3OvgQ/s200/2.jpg" width="200" /></a>she says" It's better to get the bus from jyothi,lets go there.<br />
(Here jyothi is a next bus stop,gets it's name from the theater jyothi.)<br />
Here i have an umbrella".she casually offered her umbrella and he casually <br />
accepted.She started walking and he started walking behind her with her <br />
umbrella.She was walking a step or two ahead of him, <br />
the road was kind of messy from the rain so he struggled to keep up.<br />
<br />
After they both reach the bus stop,he gave back her umbrella to her,<br />
by then the rain was reduced to drissling.There she stood with her <br />
umbrella, like an angle in the rain. <br />
<br />
The next bus came. she entered the bus frm the women's frount entrence and he<br />
took the back entrence.<br />
<br />
He could see her frm the back.like the saying goes,"Anyone can catch your eye,<br />
but it takes someone special to catch your heart".But he did't know thought.<br />
Their stop came and she got down.Before he could get down making his way from <br />
the bus in that crowd.she had already started walking on her way to the class.<br />
And by then he noticed,dame she's a fast walker..<br />
<br />
It felt like she was runnig away from him!!. Orbiously she entered the <br />
class first,a few minutes before he did, and was talking to her friends when<br />
he entered the class.Tierd from the long bus ride in the rain, he took no time <br />
to notice her,he setteled down in his desk.It was still few minutes too early <br />
for the teacher to come to class.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSnj3jSBVbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WIet5V3spwQ/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-01-09-22h04m35s113.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSnj3jSBVbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WIet5V3spwQ/s200/vlcsnap-2011-01-09-22h04m35s113.png" width="200" /></a>As he was resting in my bench. she looked at him, and came towards him. He had't noticed her till she says,"have u done the assignment?, can <br />
i have u r book?". i without saying a word looked at her and<br />
silently handed her his book. As she received his book, she stood in<br />
frount of him turnig the pages.He quickly noticed that,he grabbes his <br />
book from her hand, opened the assignment page of the assignment and <br />
handed the book back to her.<br />
<br />
As he grabbed the book, she gazed at him with a sweet kind of aura.<br />
the kind of aura tat girls usually have when a sudden or amasing thing happen.<br />
The aura prevailed till she moved back to her seat.<br />
<br />
That's the time he truly looked at her like a women. She really looked<br />
beautiful to his eyes. But my boy had ideals... <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-1487976225839812664?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-71023095924658235752011-01-02T22:55:00.003+05:302011-01-16T22:44:12.962+05:302011-01-16T22:44:12.962+05:30Introduction on emotion reading(brief)<i><b>Since I'm still working on something,today I'll give a brief intro <br />
into "my classification" on reading. </b></i><br />
<br />
I hate it when ppl think tat, they know when i can be wrong.<br />
that's why i always say, "just because you couldn't do it, it doesn't mean others can't do it".<br />
it seems bit cold, but it's the perfect ego shatter er.<br />
<br />
Ego is the one which makes ppl do thinks without thinking straight.<br />
<br />
The basic principle of reading someone is by basic gesture and comparison,that's the method i follow, and it has worked for me. comparison is by main, putting yourself in others shoes and observing how they react in the same situation when you are given.<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSCxvVJsYEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/D7OWC0139r4/s1600/ist2_7156978-faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSCxvVJsYEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/D7OWC0139r4/s200/ist2_7156978-faces.jpg" width="198" /></a> That's the basic gesture recognition.<br />
<br />
But "face reading" is much more complex then just gesture recognition, the basic of facial recognition/reading, is to see how people react to words and spoken to them. Most of the recognizance is universal, but some vary with person to person.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSC0rDpPSxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RZCZw-gkTSA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="101" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TSC0rDpPSxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RZCZw-gkTSA/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a>You can see that, emotions change some basic pressure points. Not to go deep to this, one other way is by "reading eyes".<br />
<br />
Unlike facial recognizance, reading eyes is not easy as it sounds.But once <br />
mastered it can provide ways to compensate all of the disadvantage of facial reading. Eyes reading cannot be tampered like facial reading,tampering here by means, changing by practice. eyes reading easily gives out your emotions no matter how calm u look in u r face and voice. that's the specialty of reading eyes.<br />
<br />
The method i often use is a mixture of gesture and reading eyes. I can do the <br />
"facial reading" to a level, but i sorely concentrate on the eyes. Through i'm not <br />
qualified or in the level of the deception expert, i'm what you may call, amateur-intermediate level trainee. I'm telling this, just so clarify of what to expect from me. most people can read faces up to some level, only that much that would help in their business or line of work. But me. I've made a habit out of it,<br />
which means i'm in certain other level then your average business man...^_^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-7102309592465823575?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-90644360928938004522010-12-31T11:57:00.005+05:302011-01-05T14:30:28.406+05:302011-01-05T14:30:28.406+05:30One of my earlier reading(just for introduction)- facial readings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TR15lyCCDKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TswgjHrdfa8/s1600/hqdefault.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TR15lyCCDKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TswgjHrdfa8/s400/hqdefault.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>By now i've read about 75%. if i complete my reading, u'll never be able to lie to me.<br />
you might be wondering wat i ment by reading ..<br />
<br />
i'm trying to find out wats wrong with u. u may ask,"wats wrong with me?"<br />
<br />
but tat's wat i'm trying to find out. till now i have't been able to find wats wrong with u.tats odd i usually find something wrong with every girl i see. the problem is there's no problem in u,tats disturbing for me....<br />
<br />
It's like u r an ideal girl wat i've been looking for, u r chivalrous, u r single. tat won't go together. there't many girls who r chivalrous and single, u know. The last girl who was chivalrous i met, had a boyfriend.Most of the girls i met who i think was chivalrous has boyfriend. at first i taut u had a boyfriend too. when i found out tat u were single, how can tat be, it doesn't go together. Then i figured you'd have ideals. which i confirmed by the the way..<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TR16qed9vzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MZ_tTBU1uXQ/s1600/animegirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_601buXJrak8/TR16qed9vzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MZ_tTBU1uXQ/s320/animegirls.jpg" width="320" /></a>Then i noticed something,tat u were chivalrous to mask something in u r life, the pain,loneliness in u r life . Then wat could be in u r life which u r finding an emptiness to fill. Then i remembered about u r accident, u promised u r mother something right. frm tat moment u r mother expects u to keep u r promise right, tat makes u left out..<br />
<br />
the reason i'm telling u all this is tat frm the day i talked to u for the first time, till now, i never met anybody who i can read this good. like u r an open book/a news paper for me, every time u come in frount of me, i can even see wat u r not telling, then wat u r telling out loud...<br />
<br />
Whats wrong with u , u tell me yourself, wats wrong with u, so tat i stop figuring u out and try move on to find my dream girl.wat is tat in u tat i don't like. y don't u look flawed to my eyes.i can even find flaws even in supermodels, belive me.But u...<br />
<br />
i still remember the first time i talked to u. it was in the office, u were waiting outside of the princi's<br />
office when i came to get admitted tat day and i asked u something..<br />
<br />
the day when we were waiting in the park , when u took my phone and was checking my msg, i saw u r face. how u looked, when u saw the wallpaper in my phone and asked me who she was i read u r face. when u looked me in the eye tat day,i saw something tat day..<br />
<br />
when u saw tat i had given my book to u r friend tat day, i read something tat day. U asked me to get it for u.<br />
i found jealousy in tat voice tat day.But i had to make sure tat u were different frm others and i'm not mistaken for u.then i realized....u were special.. And tat made me curious. <br />
<br />
p.s:ambiguous comments r not allowed. u've to be clear.^_^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-9064436092893800452?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-57989926950993206502010-07-16T14:12:00.000+05:302011-03-29T11:04:17.031+05:302011-03-29T11:04:17.031+05:30THE MUG STORYit was my girlfriend's birth day and i haven't got a present, and I'm clueless about<br /> what to give her. I asked a friend ,he probably being busy took out <br />some time for me, and we went on a rampage on the the stores but to no vain. Disappointed he went home suggesting stores near my home.<br /> By now i had a general idea of a present, but still clueless of what to give. the next day ,on Saturday i went to a hallmark store and picked up a greeting card after through examination of almost all the cards in the rack and it's still not enough. Since i had some more money to spare, i thought of getting her something else, through some ceramic dolls got my attention, i was having second thoughts, since it was a collection, and i usually go for a single peice of rare item. Then i considered for the mugs with good quotes on it, and one perticular mug got my attention, and it's quotes was so formed so was in a barrier line between love and friendship,(Since i was not in commitment with her yet) and the pictures on it was good.<br /> I was looking for a perfect birthday gift ,how could i settle for just a mug. so i <br />thought of keeping my options open as always and asked the shopkeeper whether the store was open on tomorrow, as tomorrow was Sunday, the shopkeeper clearly stated that the store will be closed all day since it is Sunday. I didn't have time to think since it was the closing time of the shop and the shopkeeper was packing up to leave. I quickly made a discussion to buy it thinking that I'll get something else in addition,i asked for a gift wrap of the mug and the store closed as soon as i left<br /> I then went home and calculated my expenditure for the gift and the designated amount set aside for it. Which then i realized that i used up almost all of my money which i set aside for the gift, for the mug and greeting card and had none left.<br /> That night i had little sleep thinking what she might say, when she sees the mug,<br />the taught of her expression itself made me regret my decision, i was so sad<br />that i even considered borrowing money from my friend to get another suitable gift.<br />well common what would u do to get that perfect gift for your perfect girl <br />to make her birthday perfect.well it's Just like they say, when u r in love everything <br />around u seems so imperfect.<br /> That night went as, and the next day when i was filling names of the sender part<br />on the gift card and writing quotes on the greeting card, i realized something, which i had forgotten for a longtime that," It's not what you give,it's the taught which counts",<br />And if she understands that she with no doubt love it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-5798992695099320650?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-85423908462591056942010-02-07T16:26:00.000+05:302011-03-29T11:04:17.035+05:302011-03-29T11:04:17.035+05:30MY MEANING OF LOVEAs the saying goes,"Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart".<br /> It means, it's not how she looks like, it's how she makes you feel. when she walks, talks, laughs, her personality is in wat a person should fall in love with not her facial looks,or body<br />structure.<br /> Those who goes for a facial looks,and body structure should go for a whore or a<br />prostitute not a lover.<br /> love is also beauty. It is beautiful. Because, what makes someone beautiful is how they act and what they do. A person who loves, is beautiful.<br /> A lover looks for a compatible heart, which makes him feel happy at the sight of her<br />presence,makes you feels how she does in her talk, makes her every move laughable like a child<br />and her presence near him comforts him like there is nothing worth living without his<br />counterpart, and makes every second wanting to last a lifetime.<br /> As one of my friend says, Love is a mental illness, and he even justifies it by giving a definition of mental illness and telling tat love fits it!! this is wat the definition of love that he gives,<br /> " n. Any of various conditions characterized by impairment of an individual’s normal cognitive, emotional, or behavioral functioning, and caused by social, psychological, biochemical, genetic, or other factors."<br /> Well i agreed with him except for the genetic factor, then he asked whether i ever been to Alabama, and this is what he says, "In Alabama? You have to ask a guy, and he’ll ask his uncle-brother, or maybe his mother-sister. Between the three of them, they might tell you what they think". Well i never tried it till now, but the point is, Is love really a mental illness..??, Well this guy believed so. Lets say he's an atheist of Love.<br /> Since i'm not one of those guys i describe my love as,<br />"she's the personification of beauty.<br />her expressions, conveys a sign of ladyness.<br />her beauty is just a outward picture of her sensuality.<br />the way she stands, the smile,her expression, all from heaven.<br />a perfect women, or is it an angel from heaven.!<br />her long hair, her cloths, just radiating white skin, is unlike<br />any women i've seen on earth. just looking at her perfect body gives me shivers,.<br />even the moon might get jealous, if she comes out on a moony day.."<br /> Even as it may look like i'm describing the outer beauty, these words came from my heart, and should or will come to the heart of those who are in love.<br /> Love is where you care about someone. You don’t hurt them, or you try your hardest not to. You try to be there for them when they need you. You want what’s best for them and feel happy for them when they do well. you want to make them feel good and you feel sad when they are sad, and when they feel bad, you feel bad for them too, and try to help. They keep you company when you need company. They put you first, above all other priorities. The person they love is top priority. even before themselves.<br /> Like Enrique's Song in Insomniac, Communication is sometimes a key to Love, because without one talking and understanding the other and the other understanding them, there can be a barrier. But once that barrier is broken, people can begin to understand and trust each other and can bond. Also with communication, if there are problems that bother either person, the two can discuss the problems through talking, without fear of saying what they want to say. They don’t need to fear that their views will be put down, because they know that how they feel and what they believe will be respected and seen as important.<br /> In any form of real love, the person knows that they can depend on the person and that they can trust them. They give nice compliments and make you feel special. They built your self esteem. Just like a friend.<br /> There are also a few types of love. There is a type of love for friendship, family, aquaintences and sexual- which isn’t always associated with love. It alone can’t be a form of love, but only possibly a form of love if everything I’ve said above occurs. Otherwise it’s not real and is a selfish or blind kind. There is also the type of love you can feel for something which does not live, like objects. But I don’t think materialistic things are really too important. Perhaps it is a type of love, or only a like. think love is a need. In one form or another . It helps a person grow as a person.<br /> And I’ve learnt these things from the people I’ve met or known. like parents, my girlfriend, my friends. even ex girlfriends, because they’ve taught me what love is not.<br /> That my friend is a essence of a true love in a nutshell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-8542390846259105694?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407927016279267881.post-59317181590918866262010-01-05T19:56:00.000+05:302011-03-29T11:04:17.042+05:302011-03-29T11:04:17.042+05:30my life:1-HURT DUE TO FEELINGname's niyan. today's topic is: feeling_hurt<br /><br /> It hurt to feel, but hurt is also a feel. but nothing hurts like a friend ignoring u. u'll only know when u feel it. it hurts more if tat friend is u r love. i use the term love for a lover.... pls don't misunderstand if i say "u r love deeply loves u"... it only means tat u r lover lover deeply loves u. Hurt is directly proportional to the feeling/caring for tat person. don't belive try it.<br /> It hurts more if a best friend ignores u more than a unknown person or the person u just meet ignores u. it hurts u more if u r love ignores u than u r best friend ignores u... try it it's all frm my soul, every word of it is true....<br /> Other forms of hurts. joulasy hurt is another form of hurt the previous one was ignoring hurt. the feel tat get if u r best friend is in favour of other is the jelousy hurt. this hurt is commonly seen in love. this hurt mostly result is voilence. be careful to watch out for this kind of feeling....<br /> Another form of hurt is Betrail form of hurt . this will also end in voilence depending on the intensity of the feel. for example if a friend betray u, what will u do, and if u r love betrays u, wat will u do... the mear sentence of betrail gives u hurt and feeling of anger and fear. Here betrail hurt is directly proportional to the trust.<br /> Some times it does't hurt at all if u r beaten up tied to a poal. But it hurts if u r love, friend or one who u care for is done the same. this senario is used in most films, u've seen it also. this hurt is called the physical-mental hurt of the loved ones. I don't think i need to explain this form of hurt at all... if u want more explanation just try a movie which involves drama.<br /> There's another form of hurt, which is mostly mistaken with good feeling,... the hurt of sacrifice... it hurts a lot to let go of something u love to someone who wants it more than u. U may call me self centered or anything u like , but it really hurt to sacrifice something u love for someone else.... As i said earlier it's commonly mistaken as pleasure /good feeling of seeing others happy.....this hurt is mostly followed with jelousy,insecurity,and sometimes hatered.<br /> <br /> Have i mentioned that feeling don't come alone, they come in heard.... Don't belive me, just try to classify pure happiness. Happiness always comes with satisfaction( satisfastion is also a feeling). sadness mostly comes with anger, dissatisfaction, mostly frusturation and anger. similarly all not almost, all emotions/ feeling come in heard never alone....<br /> So when u say u r totally happy, u really not happy, u r satisfied an feel good./.<br /><br /><br /> reply to niyan@iamgod.in<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407927016279267881-5931718159091886626?l=mymind4thisweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince Niyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422794285688000216noreply@blogger.com0