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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>a salade olivier of content. enjoy.</description><title>Chirag</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @chirag)</generator><link>http://www.chirag.es/</link><item><title>Atlas Shrugged</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When you know that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;br/&gt;When you see that money is flowing to those who deal not in goods but in favours;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When you see that men get rich more easily by graft rather than by work,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and your laws no longer protect you against them but protect them against you -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;you know that your society is doomed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Ayn Rand.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17446993993</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17446993993</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 22:35:40 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Love is when you look into someone’s eyes and suddenly you go all the way inside their soul..."</title><description>“Love is when you look into someone’s eyes and suddenly you go all the way inside their soul and you both know it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Unknown.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17385735366</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17385735366</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:11:49 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s not special to be special, it’s special to be ordinary."</title><description>“It’s not special to be special, it’s special to be ordinary.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Shahrukh Khan&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17171687511</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17171687511</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:05:27 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>The Art of Reflection ;-)
via Philipp Klinger Photography.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyzrlhMxNC1qz50t6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Art of Reflection ;-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;via Philipp Klinger Photography.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17171236302</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17171236302</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:56:05 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"A dog, wretched, worn out, lame, deaf, without a tail, and covered with sores, overcome with hunger,..."</title><description>“A dog, wretched, worn out, lame, deaf, without a tail, and covered with sores, overcome with hunger, and with a piece of broken pot tied round his neck, still runs after his mate. Love destroys even that which is already dead.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Bhartrihari (450-510 CE). &lt;em&gt;On Renunciation&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17170824621</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17170824621</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:48:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play."</title><description>“The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Arnold Toynbee&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17170682771</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17170682771</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:46:18 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>via Antonio</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyzqrujXOQ1qz50t6o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;via Antonio&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17170204991</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17170204991</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:38:18 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>via Helena</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyzqdez4bC1qz50t6o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;via Helena&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/17169685917</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/17169685917</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:29:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"This is the only meditation I know.
While I eat, I eat.
While I walk, I walk.
And while I feel..."</title><description>“This is the only meditation I know.&lt;br/&gt;
While I eat, I eat.&lt;br/&gt;
While I walk, I walk.&lt;br/&gt;
And while I feel sleepy, I sleep.&lt;br/&gt;
Whatsoever happens, happens.&lt;br/&gt;
I never interfere.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Bokuju&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/16936571906</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/16936571906</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 22:38:52 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"The real never dies, the unreal never lived."</title><description>“The real never dies, the unreal never lived.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Nisargadatta Maharaj&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/16307210573</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/16307210573</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 21:48:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"I believe… 

I believe in the Sun 
even when it’s not shining 

I believe in Love 
even..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;I believe… &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I believe in the Sun &lt;br/&gt;
even when it’s not shining &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I believe in Love &lt;br/&gt;
even when I don’t feel it &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I believe in God &lt;br/&gt;
even when He is silent.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Written on a wall in Cologne, Germany &lt;br/&gt;by a Jewish Prisoner&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/16307183082</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/16307183082</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 21:42:12 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>passion.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o_7D6v-BIr0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;passion.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/16235803458</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/16235803458</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 19:08:30 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Nothing satisfies the man who is not satisfied with a little."</title><description>“Nothing satisfies the man who is not satisfied with a little.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Epicurus&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15789652110</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15789652110</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 22:21:48 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>mini-mal-me:

Hippo
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxhimo3GCw1r1hgfdo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mini-mal-me.tumblr.com/post/15509631895"&gt;mini-mal-me&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behance.net/gallery/Hippo/1068531?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed:%20behance/vorr%20(Behance%20Network%20Featured%20Projects)"&gt;Hippo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15534388931</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15534388931</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:14:15 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>She</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://whisperingdreamsdecay.tumblr.com/post/15490828886/she"&gt;whisperingdreamsdecay&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She is the one&lt;br/&gt;who does not give&lt;br/&gt;her heart out so easily,&lt;br/&gt;the one who pushes&lt;br/&gt;when you get too close.&lt;br/&gt;The pages of her&lt;br/&gt;book &lt;br/&gt;are written in ink&lt;br/&gt;that is invisible and&lt;br/&gt;filled with too much&lt;br/&gt;emotion.&lt;br/&gt;In a crowded place&lt;br/&gt;she can feel alone,&lt;br/&gt;but safe in her&lt;br/&gt;room with poetry wallpaper,&lt;br/&gt;she is at ease.&lt;br/&gt;You came along, though-&lt;br/&gt;the loneliness does not&lt;br/&gt;exist anymore - her words&lt;br/&gt;now bleed with love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15533862342</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15533862342</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:04:53 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxc4lmp3FF1qgayxao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15533555700</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15533555700</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 23:59:26 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"What happens to my fist when I open my hand?"</title><description>“What happens to my fist when I open my hand?”</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15532725340</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15532725340</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 23:44:52 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxi4bi8KeY1qz50t6o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15532481582</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15532481582</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 23:40:30 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"To succeed is always to fail–in the sense that the more one succeeds in anything, the greater is the..."</title><description>“To succeed is always to fail–in the sense that the more one succeeds in anything, the greater is the need to go on succeeding. To eat is to survive to be hungry.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Alan Watts.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15532467536</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15532467536</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 23:40:16 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxhekaBAh41qz50t6o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://www.chirag.es/post/15507395840</link><guid>http://www.chirag.es/post/15507395840</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 14:24:10 +0100</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

