<?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-4080421519159062028</id><updated>2011-05-03T03:08:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outcast Says</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080421519159062028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iAbde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817237721063540581</uri><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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080421519159062028.post-1750637459061733951</id><published>2011-02-07T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:29:46.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outcast Says: Heights of Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/2011/02/heights-of-madness.html?spref=bl"&gt;An Outcast Says: Heights of Madness&lt;/a&gt;: "This  world would have been a lot better place without any castes &amp;amp; religionsSo is  my life... I always believed one day i am gonna be a..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080421519159062028-1750637459061733951?l=myblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/2011/02/heights-of-madness.html?spref=bl' title='An Outcast Says: Heights of Madness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/1750637459061733951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/2011/02/outcast-says-heights-of-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080421519159062028/posts/default/1750637459061733951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080421519159062028/posts/default/1750637459061733951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/2011/02/outcast-says-heights-of-madness.html' title='An Outcast Says: Heights of Madness'/><author><name>iAbde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817237721063540581</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080421519159062028.post-5078467763937079576</id><published>2011-02-07T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:29:07.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights of Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EStBR3v7Apg/TVCcAaNKYLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Id3Ag5Vg9Dw/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EStBR3v7Apg/TVCcAaNKYLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Id3Ag5Vg9Dw/s320/photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Old English Text MT; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This  world would have been a lot better place without any castes &amp;amp; religions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: medium;"&gt;So is  my life... I always believed one day i am gonna be a newsmaker, but  never thought it would be for such a notorious activity. Will this country  ever be religious-free? Does god really exist? Those who believe so  will call me a mental disorder person, educated fool or spoilt adult  or whatever, but those who don't will... What was my mistake born in  a multi-religious country? Or brought up in a typical tamil cultural  way? Or loved someone with all my heart? Is there any place exist for  good people in this world? How long are we gonna keep chanting Baratiyar's  slogan JADHIKAL ILLAIYADI PAPPA (there is no such thing called religion)  and never follow them? There are three sides to every story my side,  your side and THE TRUTH. No one is lying though here i am explaining  my side. As a matter of fact you can call this my TESTAMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: medium;"&gt;I Abdullah  Khan (Abde Khan), this is my story. For the best i skip the first sixteen  years of my life as it got nothing to do with this madness. When i was  seventeen my life also changed forever (like it is for most of the teens).&amp;nbsp;  I did my higher secondary studies at Tagore Matriculation Higher Secondary  School (gaol), Deviyakurichi. One of the worst school in terms of the  way they taught students, run by bunch of uneducated (most of them)  philanthropists (they call themselves). This is the place where i met  the most important person of my life, my love, my angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nithya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: medium;"&gt;daughter of &lt;b&gt;Radhakrishnan (actually  it all started on 15th of August 2004). &lt;/b&gt; It wasn't love at first sight like it happens in movies. She wasn't  the most beautiful girl in the world, yet in a way she is to me... you  know what i mean, i saw something very good in her, something invisible  and something very strong in her pulled me towards her. Most of the  people will call it lust or infatuation but i swear it wasn't. I don't  believe in reincarnation stuff but when i met her i couldn't fathom  myself that thought. My life changed forever after that, she looked  to me as if though she is the only one exist in this world. Everything  about her appealed to me so much, my angel, she is everything to me...  I'll never stop when i start talking about her, so for the best let's  move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: medium;"&gt;In my  school days out of sheer curiosity i did a stupid thing 'wrote a love  letter to her and the philanthropist found out. In my school boys aren't  allowed to talk to girls, that's the first and foremost rule to follow.  I'm not talking about what happened in 1980's it all happened in 2004  and still continuing... boys talking to girls is a big SIN as per my  school rules. I wrote a love letter then imagine what could have been  possibly happened to me. They should have beaten me or advised me instead  they rung my parent and sent me home (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;they  treated me as if though i have breached national security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: medium;"&gt;). Words aren't enough to describe  what kind of humiliation and embarrassment i went through. After so  many arguments from my parents the philanthropists agreed to let me  continue my studies. I concentrated on studies for my parents sake did  well in final exams and got good reputable score, even got admission  abroad for my&amp;nbsp; higher studies and waited for her to complete schooling.  She was my junior (one year after all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Baskerville Old Face; font-size: medium;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&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/4080421519159062028-5078467763937079576?l=myblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/5078467763937079576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/2011/02/heights-of-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080421519159062028/posts/default/5078467763937079576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080421519159062028/posts/default/5078467763937079576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblabbering.blogspot.com/2011/02/heights-of-madness.html' title='Heights of Madness'/><author><name>iAbde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817237721063540581</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EStBR3v7Apg/TVCcAaNKYLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Id3Ag5Vg9Dw/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
