<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>

<rss version="2.0" xmlns:blogChannel="http://backend.userland.com/blogChannelModule">

<channel>
<title>Aditya's Site</title>
<link>http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/</link>
<description>Hey guys,Welcome to my page.This site basically contains my ideas and thoughts...my views on anything and everything in life,some attempts at poetry etc...Do go through it and if u find anything interesting that u wish to dicuss,do contact me so that we can do both of ourselves some good by discussing issues about which we have views and ideas&lt;BR>Thank You</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 16:19:05 -0000</pubDate>
<lastBuildDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 16:17:44 -0000</lastBuildDate>

<image>
<title>Aditya's Site</title>
<url>http://images.adityanairaim.multiply.com/logo</url>
<link>http://adityanairaim.multiply.com</link>
<width>100</width>
<height>100</height>
</image>

<item>
<title>Cant think of a name</title>
<description>Each time I see her I love her more knowing that she is someone else’s Each time I look at her I betray the love that I feel And also the hurt coz she feels the same for someone else Why cant I be like him…I wonder What has he got that I don’t??? And these thoughts go on n on Till I am so frustrated that I go back to the excuse that I don’t love her And that I only wanna remain her best friend forever &#160; I tried so hard to be the man of her dreams I wanted so much to be the cause of the sparkle in her eye Each time she speaks of hime its like my heart is burning in flame Each time I don’t react to what she says ,her face falls and its me who is to blame I don’t have the strength to smile at her and cry on the inside To tell her the truth and be the obstruction to her paradise I knew that he controls how she feels and am sick worrying But I cant dream of ruining the happiness she is feeling On one hand I fear the pain he can cause her While on the other I cant imagine causing her an...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/14</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 16:17:44 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>The Look</title>
<description>This is an attempt at writing a general poem..... very small one...am tryin to write ones dat can me converted to songs....here goes &#160; Depression is my life Everyday is a crisis Grief is my way Hatred is the game my mind plays Each gud deed for me&#160; done  Triggers in me nothing but scorn &#160; Because When I recall the help I get,only the look of pity n fear stays &#160; Every gud deed done for me Shall not go unpunished because Behind each kind face is another one Betraying horror at what with me God has done &#160; &#160; The look of pity n fear still stays……. &#160; The look of pity n fear stays……. &#160; The look of pity n fear stays…...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/13</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 15:58:31 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>My Mother</title>
<description>She&#160;was the one who gave birth to me The one whose thoughts shaped me She was the one who taught me to talk The one who took my hand in hers n made me walk &#160; &#160; Time flew by as I grew older My mind started shifting to new things,feeling bolder As the challenges life threw at me grew She stood beside me and saw me through But somewhere in between as I faced the tough times My eyes didn’t notice that her face was filling with lines I kept thinking Id spend time with her after this quest But then it wud be after the coming one,then the next &#160; She never complained,never she did She was just happy to see me growing from boy to the man that I did And one fateful day ,suddenly,she just left Leaving me with those empty promises of spending time with her that I never kept I think of all the times she needed my shoulder Only to end up taking my head in her lap and listen to my woes as I told her And then Ive realized what Ive lost The nothing which Ive achieved and the lonelin...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/12</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 22:13:27 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>The Final Thought</title>
<description>This is a very dark one.....inspired by "Shantaram" n some other incidents etc..... &#160; My throat&#160;aches dry from the urge  My voice silently screams as for the vien my hands search The needle is in my hand Just a prick away from taking me to my dreamland My muscles ache to loosen To again feel the toxin make all slacken My brain desperately seeks&#160;the “cure” To all the thoughts that madden me all the more My mind drowns in a whirlpool of thoughts How the present the past has wrought The blood of foe that stains my hands The betrayal of friend that pierces my heart The death of my brother in front of my eyes The way they all tore apart my paradise Yet now After I have avenged all of them My mind still doesn’t attain the peaceful realm And so I now resort to the needle Because what I want only it can wheedle As I plunge the needle into my vein And feel the drug deaden the pain I go back to the paradise that I crave  The world of darkness where I rave One of these days will be...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/11</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 6 Jun 2007 22:03:54 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>MY TAKE</title>
<description> When&#160;you make friends in whom&#160;you confide everything Tell them your innermost thoughts that they know your very being you&#160;always take a huge risk  Because&#160;one day they are all gonna judge&#160;You&#160;,no matter what it is And&#160;then&#160;you will &#160;realize&#160;youre big mistake Because&#160;you will then have to justify your actions…not to ur conscience but to whats their take And&#160;then&#160;you will end up living a life which is nothing but fake Alas!!my friends…my life is mine…sumthing which Im gonna make I for That I trust myself&#160;and nothing else matters,thats MY TAKE!!! &#160;</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/10</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 6 Jun 2007 19:03:36 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>My Way</title>
<description>This one is inspired by Metallica/Bob Sager's Turn the Page....Id like to make it clear That its definetely&#160;NOT a tribut coz I dont think the poem is that gud enough... &#160; &#160; I wake up in the morning ,another day which starts in the night As people around me give up,not ready to stand up&#160;and fight I gather myself together,thinking about the road ahead Here I am, thats the world Here I am,This is my way &#160; As the clock ticks two I stand, and stretch long and wide Hoping that it will somehow,take away the frustration I feel inside The will that is inside me,makes me stand up to the night Here I am,thats the world Here I am,This is&#160;MY way &#160; &#160; As I go to work I think about,the people that I have lost The pals of mine who stayed awhile,then left because they thought I was lost I wonder&#160; for a moment,what if they are right But then know in my heart,dat it was worth it&#160;just to fight Here I am,thats the world Here I am,This is&#160;MY way &#160; &amp;...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/9</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 09:24:37 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>Be Yourself</title>
<description>From the time he is born the first thing he is taught
Is to Be like the one who is always sought
From the time he learns to spell success
He is told why someone is treated with more respect&#160;while someone less
So he starts looking here and there
At people who are considered to be the best there ever were
and&#160;he starts imitating their actions for one sole reason
So that one day some kid listens to his tale and makes him his shining beacon
But of course he reaches nowhere
and den&#160;he wonders why he isn’t d hero who is now standing there…
suddenly he sees the connect which seems so obvious now
The simple idea which never struck him bcoz of listening to the orthodox crowd
That when he was taught “We are who we choose to be” as a kid
He always assumed It was either this or that guy because of sumthing he did
While actually the one who stands on top chooses neitherHe chooses to be himself and dats the life’s mystery’s answer</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/7</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 18:01:19 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>Entrepreneurship</title>
<description>A couple of days back I had the privilege to meet a very successful entrepreneur. This post is regarding that unforgettable experience.
I had heard the saying many times “To do BIG one needs to THINK BIG”, but I realized its significance only on that day. From the whole experience I learnt two things in short, the value of entrepreneurship and second, the importance of thinking big and achieving it.
It is very easy to take up a job and sit and listen to what goals need to be achieved from the person above you, even if it means slogging like a dog because, at the end of the day, its not your money that is on the line. What you risk is one meager job, while what you may have done to lose it may be a blunder costing millions of dollars. But when it is your money that’s on the line, each step you take will be given the value it rightfully deserves. But the obvious problem in this whole idea is that if a person wants to be a successful entrepreneur and do really well, he has to think real...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/6</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 17:22:56 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>The Nomad</title>
<description>This one is inspired by Three Doors Downs-Be Like That...though The lyrics is completely on a different thought process...Ive made the lyrics wid the tune vaguely in my mind.. &#160; &#160; &#160; He lives his whole life making new friends on and on forgetting the rest and at some time he wonders.. Is the sum1 ive left?? He moves from here to there Promising to keepin touch While in his heart he knows its not going to last... &#160; All of them say they know him best but the truth is dat no one does coz he lives a different life in front of em all... keeping his feelings to himself coz he knows that the one he knows best today he will not tomorrow he thinks life is too short to be close to just 1 person and yet too long to commit to one and dats why before he decides to say hi he is already preparing his gudbyes.. &#160; He says he has a million friends while actually he has none coz he lives two lives  and none of em know the real one Yet sumwhere among them is this girl... who knows ...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/5</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 8 May 2007 18:15:09 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>miscellaneous</title>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/music/item/9</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 6 May 2007 08:01:28 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>ME</title>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/photos/album/1</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 6 May 2007 06:50:02 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>Metallica</title>
<description>Metallica Rocks!!!</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/music/item/1</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 5 May 2007 19:56:58 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>Da Poem 4- The Unseen Chains</title>
<description>How would it be to die
To feel ur heart stop as ur mouth goes dry
How would it be to just cry
To lighten your heart out as the tears roll by
How would it be like to just sleep
To not bat an eyelid as the whole world takes a leap
these are things we shall never know
They will just be things bout which we shall think,give a wry smile n let go
COz all of us are bound
Bound by the chains of commitments around us
never free to do what we wanna do
Never free to experience what we wanna feel
Life is a journey,they say
I say its one in which we sit tied to the back seat
n watch while the flight runs on autopilot
waiting for signs of a crash
So that we too can be "LOST" n then actually find ourselves...
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&amp;nb...</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/4</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 5 May 2007 19:18:17 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>Da Poem 3 - Change</title>
<description>We enter the class,all benches empty
Yet the race is always for the last one
The prof goes on blabbering
but the one who just doesnt bother is always considered the coolest one
All of us have worked hard to get here
still here we are today,working even harder to screw it up
So All of us,who were studious to the boot
now,cannot help but wonder-Have we lost the route??
Yet none of it seems wrong
The more the prof ignores us,the more we try to rake up a storm
They say,The better the college,the better the knowledge we recieve
Then why is it that when we are in one of the best,
its the total opposite of what they percieve???
I guess the knowledge that we get here is just one important oneThats what u do just before the test is what counts....the rest is just like stretching before the run</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/3</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 5 May 2007 19:17:04 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>Da poem 2- My View of Success</title>
<description>Its funny how people change as time flies by
The pal we know becomes just&#160; another guy
It’s shocking to see a decent enough fellow
Turn to someone so dark he makes the real bad guys seem mellow
But there are few others who make it the other way round
The ones who make the best of the new environment in which they are around
These are the ones who make it really big in life
‘coz they are the ones who take situations in the best spirit, and not just sit and cry
in the end, the obvious question, is , of course, why?
Some blame the system, few thank it
The truth is, you become what you are because of what you make of it
The world places a thousand problems on your head
It’s up to you, if, and when you solve them, hence becoming the sidekick or the one who lead…</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/2</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 5 May 2007 19:15:22 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

<item>
<title>Da Poem 1-First impression of College</title>
<description>People come to college with great expectations
Not about the college but its romantic reverberations
Each one thinks he’ll meet her now,
The one who is meant to be his and that’s why is sent from up above
But day1 arrives, and CRASH goes the dream
And he is so disappointed he wants to scream
Left, right he looks around for maidens in lovely poses
But such a thing here seems as out of place as a desert full of roses
Suddenly, he notices a guy giving him a knowing smile
Looking at which he feels like kicking him hard to feel satisfied
The guy comes to him and says-its ok, I’ve been there, felt that
In time, you will also come to terms and accept this fact
That though college is supposed to be the place to learn to love
Unless you are gay, this statement is not applicable to the college you have chosen now</description>
<guid isPermaLink="true">http://adityanairaim.multiply.com/journal/item/1</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 5 May 2007 19:13:24 -0000</pubDate>
</item>

</channel>
</rss>