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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>rookie a way of life!!</title><link rel="self" href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T01:44:04+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk,2007-01-11:/2007/01/11/till_i_m_no_one_again~1540334/</id><title>Till I'm no one again</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/2007/01/11/till_i_m_no_one_again~1540334/"/><author><name>Paultherookie</name></author><published>2007-01-11T08:03:09+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:03:09+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;
She wonders like a little child, who hasn't seen the rain&lt;br&gt;
Gently will she tell you that she's scared&lt;br&gt;
A lonely child, a bird for sorrow&lt;br&gt;
is all she can see,&lt;br&gt;
'cause people came and changed her as they pleased&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She doesn't laugh, knows not to cry&lt;br&gt;
indifference is her name&lt;br&gt;
Sleeps quietly in some corner of her world&lt;br&gt;
She'd wake up in the morning and then she'd kiss the flowers again&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes thinks of people who're not the same&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And all the things I think I did,&lt;br&gt;
to make her smile again,&lt;br&gt;
worked a little while then disappeared.&lt;br&gt;
But still I'll try to catch her eye, and tell her that I care,&lt;br&gt;
wonder if she even knows that I'm there?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Await the light&lt;br&gt;
enmbrace the darkness&lt;br&gt;
and scream out to the sky,&lt;br&gt;
watching life pass before me,&lt;br&gt;
And the world I have inside,&lt;br&gt;
I've seen the world, lived it all,&lt;br&gt;
Seen it thru' my eyes,&lt;br&gt;
The blinding shades of laughter,&lt;br&gt;
I can see here as I lie,&lt;br&gt;
As here I lie......&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;.......HERE I'M NO ONE AGAIN&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/2007/01/11/till_i_m_no_one_again~1540334/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk,2006-12-19:/2006/12/19/deadth~1456315/</id><title>DEADTH</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/2006/12/19/deadth~1456315/"/><author><name>Paultherookie</name></author><published>2006-12-19T13:50:17+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:50:17+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;i recently lost my aunt. the most funny thing is she spoke to me in the morning and within ten minutes i got the news shez no more! She died because of heart attack.&lt;br&gt;
well its so strange when a person dies, you jsut cant in any way get that person back to life, you cant speak to that person any more! that person will never breathe again! the person whom you spoke to, had a laughed with, lived with, heard that persons'voice spent time with would never come back again. I had somewhat a faint memory of time spent with my aunt. She used to make such gr8 fish. Hers was a summer home , where i would go to spend my vacation in the old city of Nawabs - Lucknow. since i was the youngest in the family she used to love me more than her own son.&lt;br&gt;
I still cant believe it that all thats left of her are some snaps of my childhood. School Vacation. At times i feel bad too as i never tried too often to be in touch with her. how does one take a thing like- the person who was there talkin to you some time back is no more! you will never hear the persons' vocie anymore. there is no way you can get that person back. then you wish you had told that person how much you used to respect and love that person. I my case i think iam too late for it.&lt;br&gt;
Now i cannot ever tell her that i loved a lot. Why is that we individuals or for that matter feel bad and start remembering the person who they have lost for ever.&lt;br&gt;
Life aint fair!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/2006/12/19/deadth~1456315/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk,2006-11-06:/2006/11/06/childhood_revisited~1300579/</id><title>Childhood - revisited</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/2006/11/06/childhood_revisited~1300579/"/><author><name>Paultherookie</name></author><published>2006-11-06T09:50:30+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:53:17+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Childhood - revisited! yes ! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;remember those times when your mother must have taken you to the mall for grocery shopping and while she was busy you sneaked around to a near by toy store to check out the new toys. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;through the window you see these amazing  car/bike models with the right look and feel which imidiately launches you into this boyhood-daydaze! U really want to stand there and keep staring at it for what ever hours. DAY DREAMING!!!! and the next thing you know is your mother wanting to drag you out of the mall as SHE is doing with HER shopping. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;that very night, you are desperate to go off to sleep as you want to dream about the toy you saw in the morning. you start imagining driving the car/bike around the city, showing off to the entire neighbourhood, a car/bike chase or you mite even imagine you running away from police fighting abd guys!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;now just to cut the long story short, I too re-visited my childhood very recently.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;well this last saturday, it was a dream come true for me! I managed to get my first wife a bike which i always wanted to own. A british bike royal enfield, 350 cc electra.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;though i know i have it now, it gives me a different or rather a mixed feeling. A mixed feeling of happiness and emptiness. happy coz its my dream come true and emptiness coz i had longed for this machine for a very long time which i finally have got after a long struggle. now that i have it that feeling is gone, hence the feeling of emptiness.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;but the day i booked my bike i was literally dreaming about the bike. it was just me and my bike going places!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/2006/11/06/childhood_revisited~1300579/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk,2006-11-02:/2006/11/02/rookie_way_of_life~1288050/</id><title>Rookie - way of life</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://paul-the-rookie.blog.co.uk/2006/11/02/rookie_way_of_life~1288050/"/><author><name>Paultherookie</name></author><published>2006-11-02T13:48:42+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:49:08+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I guess being a rookie is the best way to life! I havent come across anyone who has been able to understand life in the real sense!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Although people say its better to be prepared for life/future but if no one has a clue about how the future is going to be like then how can one prepare him/her for it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As a rookie I have learnt to face the worst situations in life. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'd like to quote an example of my life :&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My mother got diagnosed of Brain tumor sometime back! I wasnt prepared for it at all, i wasnt prepared for anything. I was a happy about-to-be graduate. One the very day my last exam got over, I got the news about my mothers' condition. I was completely broken. When my mother was being operated the Doc had warned me and my family that we could also loose her in the course of operation. Those 6 hours were the longest hours of my life. It was as if the time stood still. It was like many years, decades has gone past.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now she has recovered from the operation. She still needs to go for regular check-ups but m sure shez gonna be alrite. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Nothing could have got me through this, except for time and me being a rookie.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I guess when you are a rookie you perform with the best of your abilities as within your mind/heart you know that you are not experienced in the given situation and dont know how to take it or react to it. You also dont care about how others are gonna judge you for your actions.
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