tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57540991545469357372024-03-14T11:09:01.516+05:30Sneha...FRIENDSHIP!!SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-5414915745292266662010-05-19T17:11:00.002+05:302010-05-19T17:21:46.785+05:30Wish for the day!!<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Just another wonderful day!! After the very hot days Bangalore was getting a little better with rains…..today it was at its best with a beautiful and pleasant weather which was cool and cloudy!! </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Some fresh pieces of music for the ear, a hot cup of coffee, gushing- green trees around, moving clouds, cool breeze...nature had just bestowed its luxury for me to relax, But this was short-lived as I was to get back to my workstation after my coffee break. However, I had run up to the cafeteria for both my coffee breaks and also a couple of times just to enjoy the breeze.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">For the weather I was tempted to have a quick lunch too. While we ate my colleague and I decided to treat ourselves with an ice cream, by the end of our lunch we had a few more colleagues join us for this ice cream. I decided to go n get the ice cream, for this act I needed a vehicle. Then I went up to another friend at work who usually ends up lending his vehicle for all my out of the box quick wishes during work hours. I call him </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Destruction</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> (for various reasons). </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I took his vehicle with my friend as a pillion and drove away from work to find a clear road leading to the ice cream parlor. I could feel the slight drizzle with the cool breeze on my face and drove a few meters with my eyes closed. I was as well not using the helmet that made things better and the experience more memorable. Reached the ice cream shop and picked up four Cornetto’s (Chocolate) and my friend who came along picked up a vanilla cone which she could not resist and decided to eat immediately. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">As I drove back she was busy behind enjoying her ice cream, it started to melt quickly and she could not match the speed to finish it…..it actually got mess in her hands and spilled over her dress to. Looking around and at her I had a hearty laugh. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Getting back to office I called all my colleagues who had decided to eat the ice cream from the reception and ran up to the cafeteria to enjoy the wish for the day. Slurp slurp…we finished our ice creams with tit bits of chat.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> </span></b></div>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-62507679126209438642010-05-11T18:35:00.005+05:302010-05-12T17:00:55.280+05:30Memories to cherish!! :)<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Just recollecting my childhood feels like it’s been a generation. Just about 10-15years ago, I can recollect playing with my friends who lived in the neighborhood. A video game to be rented was a privilege and that too only during summer holidays. ‘Weekends’ was a word that I had never heard of, as on today it’s the most happening word in my life!! :P </span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">I remember I had no one to train me ride a cycle, It was only friends all around me who would help me balance my huge cycle(for kids older than I was) which dad gifted me for my 10th</span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">birthday. My loud cries when I fell off my cycle and was hurt badly, I still have a few scars of hurt on my elbow that have remained which now bring a smile on my face. Before I owned a cycle, I rented a cycle from the corner cycle shop to learn how to ride for 1rupee an hour.</span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">And when I finally when I learnt to ride the cycle, I can recollect the pride I had on my face.</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">I was given my schedules for my TV watching which included dekh bhai dekh, tehekikath, reporter, malgudi days, turning point, surabhi etc. I recollect requesting my dad for some post cards to write back to ‘surabhi’ and ‘turning point’ the answers to their weekly questions.</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Buying an audio tape was such a hazel and involved so much of convincing mom, and scoring the right marks just for a audio tape………on a comparison to today where I have among the high end phones, uploaded with the latest music, a collection of movie cds, for any of which I don’t need to convince it is just an information or may be an advise I ask for.</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"> ‘Champak’ the weekly magazine I got was the best reads for me, which I always wanted to finish the day I received. I strived to read and finish it in the dim bed light of my room and when caught, I’d not get it back for a week from there. Dining out with parents was only on birthdays and anniversaries which I always waited for, we being a family of three we had three birthdays and one anniversary</span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">. I had never known of Coffee days or any of the coffee lounge that we go to today. With friends it would be the nearest bakery or an ice cream shop, which would be possible after we have safe guarded all the one rupee coins we collected.</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">I had my play hour where I would go and play to my heart’s content with friends in the neighborhood till the street lights were on, the street lights signaled my deadline to get back home and start my homework. Coming back home with clothes full of dirt, pockets full of marbles, shells n stones….what a memory!</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Getting drenched in the rain with some reasons to give my mom and bitter tablets to swallow. Going to school was a pleasure and never wanted to miss a day! Discussing with friends about our teachers and voting out one to be our favorite. It would be the best of days when a teacher would be on leave and we would have nothing to do. Fighting with friends on tiny issues, a chance to sing in the school choir, dancing in the school day function wearing the best attire and make up possible, trying to open our eyes while everyone else meditated ……wonderful memories!</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Dad getting transferred to places, me and mom moving where ever he was….new school, new friends, a new home that me and mom use to set up. Collecting addresses and contact numbers of friends before I left the old place, writing to them a letter about my new school updating them with my contact number and address, and then finally waiting for their response by post. Just had no emails but we still were in touch and the joy to receive a letter from an old friend was an over-whelming experience in itself. To re-read those letters today is so beautiful and treasure that I hold very close to myself.</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">It was a carefree life………on the roads, never had the means of communication and still stayed in touch with friends, just a tiny part of the big bad world with the best around!!</span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Beautiful!! It was and is as a memory to relish for a life time!!</span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"> :) :) :) :) :) </span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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It’s raining!!After suffering all the heat....the rains have bought a smile again! <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">As the weather grew windy, I started to look at the window. I smelled</span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> fresh wet mud as it started to drizzle</span></i></b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">. This for me is among the most beautiful feelings every monsoon. I instantly smiled at myself as I saw it rain. I moved up to the terrace to see the rains with my little world around. It was wonderful, just all of sudden the trees looked greener, Vehicles moved with the headlights on and they moved slower, the movement of people was slowly reducing as it signaled heavy rains, the wish list discussion among my colleagues had begun, ice creams to hot bonds, cigarettes, some coffee(which was available) and the list goes on. Just then a lightning struck, it was a dangerous one but just too beautiful to be missed, which was then followed by a thunder. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> I just love the rains…..feeling the rain on my face is just marvelous….but with all my colleagues around, I was reminded that I was now a working adult </span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt;">L</span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">, I have the responsibility of taking care of myself and staying healthy. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The least I could do was to feel the rain on my palms and I realized it was raining hailstones. A hot sunny day it had turned to a cool rainy day. It was 4.45pm, but looked 6.45pm. For once it felt everything had turned upside down the dusk had already set in.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Most people always associate the summer with the brighter side of life, bright emotions, longer days, bright colors etc. But it is also true that rains are refreshing and add to the beauty of the brighter side of life.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">‘Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain'.</span></span></span></span></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">And I now await the beautiful rainbows!</span></i></b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div></i></b></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"></span></span>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-90990455144369679072010-04-12T00:24:00.002+05:302010-04-12T00:28:13.196+05:30The English Girl!<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>I was a little more cautious and woke up in time and was quick enough to get things going. However to my bad luck I had some external factors that affected my timing again. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>We (my colleague and me), like yesterday followed the routine breakfast and also the routine route to reach the work place. At work it was a light day, with a few business interactions. After this we were having an argument, or call it a discussion on endless topics and to end all the talking music was the </b></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>saviour, </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>as we drove back to our hotel. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>We were back early, so decided to explore the city. We could not see most of the tourist attractions as it was quite late for any of it to remain open. But just a market place was open where the driver advised us to take a stroll around. This was an interesting place and all thanks to the driver. It was a local sight with all its common 'janta' around, with manual rickshaw pullers who were transporting people, local stalls selling food, street vendors screaming to sell, shop-keepers inviting us to their shops and give them more business. I was enjoying the local environment around me. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Just while I was moving around, there was this small little girl who came running behind me to sell some fashion accessories to me. To my surprise, she started talking to me in English. I was astonished to see this 10year old girl to be speaking in English so well, with no much of accent or grammatical errors. She gave me an accessory and priced it 10Rs. and told me that the money would help her with her needs related to her school. However my colleague immediately commented, 'hey, she is lying just to make some money out of you.' before I could respond to my colleague, she instantly replied to him, 'sir, I am not lying I go to school from 7am to 2pm and then sell in the market till night to help myself'. He dint have words to respond to her. I handed her the money, picked my stuff and wished her luck. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">At the breakfast table I was noticing people around me. I saw a young girl come in to carry some food back home(parcel), she placed her order and was waiting to receive it during which there was an elderly woman who visited the place for similar reasons. As the young girl noticed this woman, she walked up to her quickly and bowed down to touch her feet for blessings. This elderly woman to my understanding was just an acquaintance to her. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Having had a light breakfast, we headed to the car which was waiting for us. Travelling across the city, our friend from Kolkata (Mr.Biswajith) pointed to us a lot of famous places around the city, beginning from the ITS Sonar Bangla, the Science City, Eden Garden , Hanging bridge(Over the Hoogly river), etc. The travel from our stay place to our work place was an approximate of an hour. The old buildings the yellow taxis, Bengali hoardings and boards, green auto rickshaws, garbage all around, the police out here were in Blues and Whites and not in Khakis, they were trying their best to avoid traffic jams in the city(Kolkata is known for its hour long jams). Kolkata being a very un-clean place there were a lot of mosquitoes even inside the car we were travelling in, and my friend was bitten by many of them and me by a few. With this he decided to shoo them out of the window…..however the success rate is confidential and is known only to him. :P </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Crossing the Santragachi railway station we reached the out skirts of the city where I observed tiny garages, tiny village like scenes at the out skirts of the city, barber shops and tea corners in bamboo huts, open jeeps to transport people, also some unique transport to accommodate and reach people short distances. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We finally reached the college, well before we further, my colleague (Rana) had requested our bong friend to help him find a waist belt for himself while we were getting into the car from the hotel. The time was about 9.30am, we had not found a belt till we reached the college. So now is the belt hunt. Rana, placed his request again and this time it was a little tricky to people around as the place (college) we were in was in the outskirts of the city and the chances were tough. So the people in charge took a call and sent with us a person who lived in the same vicinity to help Rana. I decided to join them and for me it was a joy ride!! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">On the way to the Belt hunt, I found bullock rickshaws commuting people to their nearby destinations…this was a very unique thing that I found, a small little motor vehicle in the front and attached to it was a wooden plank board supported by two wheels. These bullock rickshaws transported nearly 10-12 people at a time. </div><div class="MsoNormal">There were tiny huts with small shops were we just could not anticipate to get a belt. However, we took a ride around and dint find the required. However, Rana being a determined person and also being very conscious about his looks dint give up on his belt hunt. Luckily, He found a belt and we returned to the work place in time to start with our work for the day. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A usual day went by at work and it being the first day we had a lot of preparation for the following days and the day ended with a continental dinner and an Ice Cream! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span> </div>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-90851444919491433032010-03-05T00:39:00.000+05:302010-03-05T00:39:33.311+05:30Bangalore to Kolkata!!!<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The Flight – <o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">I love to say this and I say it again “I Love travelling!!” So this time my privilege was to travel to Kolkata. Now this was through my work place to hire a few young techies from their campus. Me and my colleague started from Bangalore at 6.45pm on the 2<sup>nd</sup> March and flew Kingfisher via Hyderabad to reach Kolkata by 10.45pm. We had a warm welcome by the respective delegates. The weather was humid and I was sure to sweat out during the next few days. However, after having guided us to our respective rooms they took leave and now was time to just sleep and snore away to glory. </div>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-58704170388580926522010-02-19T16:35:00.000+05:302010-02-19T16:35:52.073+05:30Mouth watering!! yum....yum.......yum!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">When you're happy, your food of choice could be steak or pizza or just anything you relish, when you're sad it could be ice cream or cookies, and when you're bored it could be potato chips.</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Food does more than fill our stomachs -- it also satisfies feelings, and when you quench those feelings with comfort food when your stomach isn't growling</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Today was among those happy days when I just wanted to treat myself and ignore all the extra pounds that I was putting on! At work we usually have a walk to the street corner to have a healthy bowl of fruits. And I wanted to have some delicious mouth watering pastry. I actually wanted to have the fruit bowl as my lunch and the pastry as my desert. The two were in different directions, time is a constraint, and the heart craves for both!! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Well I am surrounded by lovely and beautiful people among whom there was one person who assured to get me my desert for the day!! After my fruit bowl, the desert had just slipped out of my mind. I returned to my desk and just was about to begin with my work and the extension line rings…….on call was my lovely colleague who had promised me my desert for the day!! Wow…..I realize…….I hurry…..call along a couple of my friends to share……collect the desert and rush to the cafeteria. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Imagine…..a yum looking chocolate pastry, with a load of calories, and a chocolate chip on it!! Isn’t that mouth watering?? That was my pastry!! I relished it for its taste, for the company, and of course the sweet person who bought it for me. It was among the best deserts I’ve had…..for the taste, for the people around, the good heart buying!! Well sometimes just eating is not just all that matter……..what?? from where?? from whom?? how?? And why?? Also matter to get the best out!! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Thank you........Bhavna, Sapna, Rekha, Rajatha and Sunil!! Also my thanks and sorry to all the on-lookers, blog readers and the rest with whom I have not shared this moment and experience. </span></span></span></div></span></span>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-72069664025181925112010-02-18T21:08:00.002+05:302010-02-18T21:15:34.472+05:30Journey from marriage to heaven???<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">'LOVE'!! I would more call it "Happiness". Life is all about being happy end of it all.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Growing up with parents with their love and affection was happiness.Being with relatives(not always pleasant). Being at school........among friends.......then moving to 'college', University.....and now in a job. Life has been a roller-coaster ride. It has scared me to death but I am still alive!</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">For now the next level is called "Marriage".........the most important happening in lives of many friends(as well mine) these days. Many hunting for their perfect ones and many getting married. I have seen quite a few marriages for the years I have lived! A few very happy, a few adjusting, a few on the verge to kill each other etc. The happy ones I have seen are a true compliment to each other and to the institution of "marriage" itself, and also to the quote "Marriages are made in heaven!". I have known a few couples who live their married lives like in heaven.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">A few quotes on marriage -</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">- I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life. - Rita Rudner.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">- It is not a lack of love, but lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages. - Friedrich Nietzsche</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">-A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude. - Rainer Maria Rilke.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">-All weddings are similar, but the marriage is different. - John Berger</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">-I first learned the concepts of non-voilence in my marriage. - Mohandas Gandhi.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">-Love is ideal. Marriage is real. - Goethe.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">-Damn, it, Sir, it is your duty to get married. You can't be always living for pleasure. - Oscar Wilde</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">-To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven. - Karen Sunde</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">-Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. -Rumi</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">A few WHY(s)??</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Do people marry because its the time to get married?</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Because its the right age for marriage?</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Because the society say's so?</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Because parents want you to get married?</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">And the list goes on............</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">But to understand your own dream, to accept another persons dream and to be ready to live them together.........is all not easy......It takes a lot! But on the other hand all that it takes is not much when you have the right person for whom you are doing it!</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I am amazed at the strength that a women has. How does she at all stand strong to support one man whom she has met in life through friends, parents, or any other source.....I respect the feeling of a woman where she is ready to sacrifice 'her world'(her parents, her home, her friends.....)</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> and accept the world of a man she loves. And a man who respects her for all that she initiates to do for him, promises to protect her all throughout. Most of the times on a comparison a woman forgoes her dreams for the man she loves and for his happiness.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Is this marriage?</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">To stimulate your dreams.....to allow you dream.......to sow his/her dreams into you......to say "We'll live them together" all happens just once. There are many people who don't get fortunate in their lives to marry their 'dreams and fantasies'!!</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">But why is it forced on them to marry someone else? It is easy to move on in life. Is it easy to accept and love a person who you just do not know?? Where does life lead to if you are not married?</span></i></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
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</div>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-85722866719554722132009-05-17T17:13:00.008+05:302010-02-18T21:09:07.944+05:30The first Rains !<link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSneha%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Rains....almost everyone would hold a pleasant or an unpleasant memory with a rainy day!! To me it’s like drops of memory......that fall on me and follow me throughout in life. <br />
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This was very recent...I'd decided to walk in the rains with no reasons at all. (I don't enjoy them as I did before!!) It was pouring crazy and was the first rains of monsoon. I had just met a few of my friends...who did of course offer to drop me home by the car...but the wired me had a firm mind to walk home. <br />
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I did have an Umbrella but it dint really help much. I could see only a few cars, gallons of water flowing down the road, all people trying to squeeze in where they could find some shelter from the rains, cars stopping along on the road as they could not drive ahead. <br />
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Thinking of the rain to me it is the</span> </i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">condensation of thoughts and emotions into unmanageable feelings and behavior that pour out....they are so heavy that they just drop to the surface and yet can’t be differentiated. Depending on the condensation and the swift of the wind the power of it is defined......(Does that make sense??) <br />
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Continuing on this day....after quite a lot of walking in the rain a car approached towards me and stopped there with a sweet lady lowering her window and asking me if I need to be dropped somewhere...I was amazed...I just answered to her, '. Thank you aunty! I am ok' I was just wondering if she was not ok? or I was not ok? As I walked ahead I saw this old man who with a bag of food was try to cross the road. He was signaling the traffic that he could not see due to the rains to please slow down and allow him to cross. I went up to him held his hands that were shivering in cold took him under the umbrella and walked him across the road. <br />
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I walked with him till his small little hut where is old wife stood waiting. She worked as a maid at homes close by, he told me. He was affectionate and blessed me like any other Indian old man would do. I was pleased that he reached home and enjoyed the moment when the two of them waved at me with a smile as I continued to walk towards home. <br />
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As I continued to walk my way home, I had another car to my surprise stop and ask me if I needed a drop. This time it was a man who was aged as much as my dad, with a sweet smile he asked me would you need a drop? No Uncle I am ok, I said and continued to walk. I had noticed his car a few minutes before as he had parked along the road. <br />
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I was wonder struck when I thought of the events that occurred as I walked in the rain.....Why was I offered a drop twice to my destination while the old man on the road was left alone to reach his destination. I wonder why?? There could have been anyone with an umbrella to walk out of their car and help him across. Why dint that happen? Why was there no one to initiate?? <br />
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With all the thinking running through me.....i looked to my left to find myself in front of my home. I slowly walked in to find my mom and grand parents asleep....I sneaked in and changed before anyone realized I walked in the rains. But there is always a question in my mind 'Why?' for every happening of life. </span> </i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span> </i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i></i></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Cheers to life! </span></i></b></span><br />
</span></div>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-79811372194323693422009-05-13T15:51:00.035+05:302010-02-19T21:15:59.463+05:30Its not tough to value people.......everyone is worth it!!!<div align="left"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b> </span><b> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Woman!!</b></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>A little child asked its mother:</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"Why do you cry?"</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"Because I am a woman"she answers.</b></span></span></span></em></div><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"I dont understand" the child says.</b></span></span></span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>His mother hugs the child and says : "and you will never".</b></span></span></span></em><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></i></span><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><and></and></b></span></span></span></em><br />
<div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Later the little child asked its father: "Why does mommy cry?"</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"All women cry for no reason", is all that his father could answer him. </b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></i></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></span></em></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></i></span><br />
<div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>When the child became an adult it asked god:</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"God, why do women cry so easily?"</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>And God answered:</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"when I created woman, she needed to be special.</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>I created her shoulders strong enough to bear the weight of the world.....</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>And soft enough to be comfortable."</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"I gave her the strenth to give life,</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>The kind that accepts the rejection that often comes from children."</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"I gave her the strength to allow her to go on when everyone else gives up.</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>The kind that takes care of her family, despite illness and fatigue."</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"I gave her the sensitivity to love her children uncinditionally</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Even when they have hurt her deeply."</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"I gave her the strngth to endure her husband in his faults</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>And to stay at his side without weakening."</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"And finally , I gave her tears to shed whenever she needs them to be shed."</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"You see my child the beauty if a woman is not in the clothes she wears, nor is it in her face or in the way she does her hair"</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"></span></b></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>THE BEAUTY OF A WOMEN RESIDES IN HER EYES.</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>IT IS THE DOOR TO HER HEART;</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>THE DOOR WHERE LOVE RESIDES.</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>"And it often through her tears that you see her heart go by."</b></span></span></span></em></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>To those who made you simle, when you needed it the most.....To those who have made you see the good side of things when you only saw the bad....</b></span></span></span></em><br />
<div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>To those to whom you want to say...How much you value their friendship...or simply....</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>....thank you for giving me a glimpse of.....</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>....a better world....</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Respect every human in life for life to return it to you!!</b></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Treat the woman in your life with respect ( just views from all*!). </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>It means putting her in high regard no matter who she is, where she came from and where she is heading towards. It means valuing her spirit within. If you show respect to any woman you meet this way, you will have a sure spot in her heart. She will respect you back and so will life. </b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Take the time to understand woman’s nature. This includes her physical and emotional makeup. True, a lot of men complained about how women can be very hard to understand and predict.<br />
Women can be very mellow one minute and erupt in rage the next moment. Men should not get discouraged with this for its just one small part of how a woman is (The way men say, ‘That’s how we are!’ or That’s how I am!’). When you put more time understanding a woman’s mind and heart, you will find that women are lovable. You just need to know how to appreciate her uniqueness (Every human is unique!!).</b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Appreciate her by your love and gentleness; for all that she has done for you to be what you are today. Showing love means being patient, being kind, listening to her with an open mind, supporting her dreams, seeking out her good, etc (I am not kind or patient with my mom or others but most importantly I try!!). </b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>The best way you can show your appreciation to the woman in your life is thru your words. It’s an important step not just to improve your relationship with her but also to make her feel wonderful and happy (genuinely!). </b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Tell her what a wonderful job she is doing at home, in her career, in school, community, what a wonderful cook she is, her recent accomplishment, etc. Remember to let her know also how much she means to you. Use words to encourage and support her to do the things she loves. </b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Spending time with her……. It’s the best investment you can ever make to maintain your place in a woman’s heart. Find even few minutes each day to focus yourself on the women who are dear to you (positively). Even a simple conversation with her means so much and will let her feel appreciated.</b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>“Make a special woman in your life smile today; above all days, make them smile today!”</b></span></span></i></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Cheers to life and womanhood!</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Major topic in everyone's life!! LOVE....wow....no too much philosophy but just a small narration. </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I observe people for reasons </span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">unknown to me</span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, times unknown and some observations just remain deep within me and come out like this one!! </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was on a very busy road near Vijaynagar (Bangalore) .......I was walking my way on a hot summer afternoon with all my madness. I thought I was the only one mad but as I walked I saw a cute couple with their faces shining bright in love.(unmarried, but in love for life)<br />
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Both of them looked very cute and walked hand in hand.(very much Bollywood) One could see the love in them as they walked amidst the crowded street yet in their own sweet world of 'love'. Appreciable for their age and to my critical eye they walked very respectable. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></i></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was to cross the road with this couple ahead. I was watching them continuously!! The lady in love was quick and the gentleman was careful about his love.......What a moment it was when this girl took a step to cross the road and the traffic rushed from the other end of the road. </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He was prepared and knew her moves. He spontaneously pulled her back with all the force his in his hands and all the love in his heart, stepping back she turned to look into his eyes....And they looked at each other as the traffic and people continued with their respective tasks.....none watched them...but they watched each other and felt no one there. </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She waited for him to speak, but he smiled and the had everything said to each other with no words. Moments froze.....for them with each other and for me with questions!! </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why was it that I could feel that they were in love??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pulling her back and looking into each others eyes...was this love??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What was it that was spoken and still remained unsaid??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What was it that was understood just by the two of them??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How was it that they had their world amidst the crowds??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How was it that he knew her so well??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What was she waiting for?? a smile or words as I thought??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did she really wait for anything or was it just my illusion??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was it a moment of love that I witnessed??? </span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IS THIS LOVE???</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If it was may their love flourish and may they together live happily all their life! </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To this couple it was just another moment of love in life, which they might not have noticed themselves. But for me it was among those moments when something was strange now and became familiar in a matter of time!! </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cheers to lives in love !! </span></i></b></span>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-46202799480045375732009-04-17T20:06:00.014+05:302010-02-18T21:11:11.056+05:30I killed it........<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Life is beautiful with the simple pleasures hidden in it.</span></span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> A moment when you lived a life time. A few moments in life when you did good, you felt good, when you laughed, when you made some one happy, when you supported some one who needed you, when you know you are valued and many more!!!<br />
I would not deny of the greater pleasures too. But I never could define to myself clearly both simple pleasures and the greater pleasures, this is just for a simple reason that I dint have enough time to decide whether it was simple or a great one while I was experiencing it! It was 'pleasure'......'Happiness'. I could just name a relationship that I am living as "Happiness", as that is one thing everyone in life wants and waits for!!! <br />
In this post what I wanted to write was about a butterfly. A black butterfly with bright yellow spots.....it was amazingly sexy to look at. This petty thing was inside my house during the heat of summer and with the fans and the AC running in full spin all over. I was a little anxious about the life of this short lived species which was flying all over the house. I opened up all doors and windows, switching off all these running electrical equipments for it to fly out. I was busy chasing it out of the house while my dad desperately was switching on all these equipments again. <br />
I took a cloth to trap the B.fly and set it free out in the garden.....I was a little at peace and returned to my room to continue with work. I switched on my fan and turned around to notice the sexy black fly had followed me inside my room and one of the fan blade was to hit the blacky. It just fell on the pile of books. It dint move.....it was lying with its wings open and i could see the bright yellow and black contrast on them.....I felt I had killed the beautiful creation, which after a very long time had got a smile on my face. I was sad and my eyes filled with tears. I watched it for a minute. I could not think of any better and delicately took it on my hands to put it back in the garden. I walked to the garden cursing myself to have killed it. The leaf i felt would be right for it...and to my wonder with the touch of the leaf the dead can alive! It was flying again! It was alive! <br />
I smiled again.....and the reason again was the butterfly! </span></span> </strong>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-45015196639702929842009-04-09T11:43:00.009+05:302010-02-18T20:44:59.571+05:30Police encounters!<div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It dint seem like a wait.......</span>.</span></strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><br />
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<div style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>I was reminded of this old incident while riding and I was at a signal. A very close friend of mine and me were at the same signal a few months ago, it was a traffic jam as always and we were hungry.Both of us are observant and look around at people and were looking at the very busy traffic which was being guided by a traffic police man, who looked very typically Indian with his huge belly falling out. Our eyes stuck to the traffic police man who stood guiding and monitoring the traffic but in a very different style. His actions to guide the traffic seemed like he was dancing and to add to that were his expressions. <br />
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We just continued to watch the police man and waited for his hilarious actions that matched his expressions one after the other. We did not take note of the time as we watched this unique person. But soon it was our end of the traffic that was signaled move ahead and I looked out of the window to have a last glimpse at the wonderful police man.....I turned and looked at my friend and we laughed all throughout till we finished our lunch and even now laugh at it when ever we are reminded of this incident......May be he was trying to enjoy his job and we enjoy it even to this day. The traffic jams in Bangalore are very unpleasant, especially when one is hungry. But this one dint seem like a wait !! </b></span> </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Another encounter with an Indian traffic controller.This time it was in the heart of the city, Avenue road which is a puzzle with the 'one way' lanes changing on an hourly basis. At about 7pm my brother and myself ended up here doing some last minute shopping for medicines before his travel to the US. It was a hunt for a specific medicine from a specific store. To top it all it was raining.We were both enjoying the rain and it was not </b></span></span><link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Sneha/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></link><style>
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</b></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>With all these happenings around us a 'one way' is where we entered without noticing the sign board. As expected we were caught by the police. My little bro dint have any of the documents and was riding with a learners license.</b></span></span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b> <br />
</b></span> </span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>We parked the vehicle aside and stood inside a sweet shop for our interrogation!</b></span></span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b> </b></span> </span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Now we were questioned by the police man.The usual questioning form the police started......from where?, why?, for what? and we are both too good at this and we gave him the perfect impression........well I would say we hit the bull's eye! ;) Why bull's eye is because, we answered so well that the police man offered us to have nice and cold Badam milk at the sweet shop where we were standing (which was yummy!) and was sympathetic about collecting a fine from us!!</b></span></span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>(We could not do much as he had written a receipt as soon as he noticed us!) <br />
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A healthy Badam milk, shelter when it was raining, some friendly talks with a police man and all the attention form people around at Rs 100/-!! ;) <br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>We have had moments of joy and sprinkles of sadness. We fought as Individuals for the better of each other. To Speak more about Namith, it was times of hardwork (+2 studies). She is one person who is hardworking and as a friend to her I hardly worked with my books. I was dragged by her to my study table for which I am thankful to her else I would not have really moved ahead in life. She would do the study...........I would do the eat and sleep. :)</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>"yellaru sh...sh...." - courtesy Ashu.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>"My birthday(s)..." - courtesy mom.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>"fights between me n Namith" - courtesy both of us.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>"days at college" - courtesy all 'the gang'.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">For all others who are not a part of these wonderful days, if you have a good imagination you will enjoy reading this post.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b> </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>More to come....................</b></span></span>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-72458786394149939412009-04-07T12:31:00.004+05:302010-02-18T20:49:33.219+05:30Memories........Life has been quick!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><b>I still hold memories of myself being a small little girl running around with my dada for ice creams!!I am a person who rarely forgets any happenings of life...........especially my own...........but I forget only one out of all........."My textbooks!!"<br />
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I would consider myself the luckiest in life for having the most beautiful people around me and still consider unlucky for the same reason.........And I would like to dedicate this blog to all those wonderful people who have been with me and made me what I am today!!<br />
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Thank You all!!<br />
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I have loved my childhood for all the terror(a pleasant one!!) I have been to my teachers and friends at school........may be 10 different schools(this is only because my dad was in a transferable job and not because I was a terror) and the number of teachers and friends. It was amazing for all that my mom narrates to me of my childhood and all that I personally remember. Growing up!! My dear ones say I still have not......<br />
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My life has been an open book to all but to read between the lines is not every body's cup of tea.........Well what is for all to read in the book will be read the rest is always the unexpected to all.........<br />
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I am curious about everything on earth..........at times about myself too.........<br />
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Extremes........what extremes of life I swing upto or to what extremes life takes me upto I will try and put into this blog..........<br />
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Cheers!</b></span></span>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-3434448839531668972009-04-06T00:00:00.012+05:302009-10-24T00:15:40.878+05:30For someone very special..........<div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>A sigh of despair, a joy of hopes</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Heavy heart but faithful dreams</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Shadow of the past, a beacon of light</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Lost, yet found myself on my flight.</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>As I defied gravity, my heart rose</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Blowing bubbles of memories, the time froze</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>All I could see was your dear smile</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>And the shreds of my heart on the aisle.</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Unspoken words that never found their way,</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Tears frozen, I still had something to say</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Hidden behind the smile was a world,</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Of horror, like blood on the edge of a sword.</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>The broken pieces were still with a glimmer,</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>With the hope you'll mend it sooner or later</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>The smile you had taught came in handy</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>For the world would see me joyous and dandy.</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>But life never stops, pushes and pulls you</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>In a flash, I faced a world completely new</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>New thoughts, new choices, a new endeavor</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>But none forever, none so dear.</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>I forced myself on the ground of reality</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Convinced hopes were just a lack of clarity</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>I let my mind flow where the wind blew</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>What I was to lose, I never knew.</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span></span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Taunted, distressed my heart was thrown</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Through the fire of present, maze of the known</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>I realized I preferred the hope, the dream</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>That some day you'll surely hear my scream</span></span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span>Let my heart slip past your sorrows</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span>It might cure your doubts</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span>Let my lonely soul get on your boat</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Together, the smile might stay afloat.<br /></span></span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>As I still struggle to see what's true</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>And hope to make my way through,</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>Your memories make my life a grand show</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Like a vivid rainbow, pearly white snow.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>As the day ends and night prevails,</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>I close my eyes, the time sails</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span>My mind wanders in your world, the world of dreams</span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Then the sun shines again, world resumes but the hope remains.</span></span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">- Ashik Gowdar</span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-18449412575401558052009-04-06T00:00:00.003+05:302009-04-06T00:02:36.014+05:30Good Luck!<span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>The day will come, not so far</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>You'll be loved, your love will soar</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>Trust these words, lets the angels behold</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>For your trust is sure and belief untold<br /></span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>Close your eyes and feel the beauty around</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>Life cries and laughs, moves in a circle round and round<br /><br /></span></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>Today's sorrows will enrich the joys to come</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>Those moments will wait for you, just reach and run</span></span><br /><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>that was yours</span></span></div>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-4561209903525567742009-04-05T00:02:00.001+05:302010-02-18T20:54:39.969+05:30???????<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals!! 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<span style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But its not really that easy a job to fall in love with yourself. To know the true worth of yourself as a human it is important to know how much love you receive when you don't return the same!!</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" What the world calls the end of a caterpillars life, god called it a butterfly! "</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is it really so easy to accept change in life? Not really with every change happening in life do i see a butterfly emerging out!!</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Life is always the way you look at it!! "</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do try and look at life very positively only when life looks at me positively...... </span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Life, at its best, is unpredictable!! "</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I agree to this whenever something really good happens in life! </span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"ALWAYS EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!!!"</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quite right!! Just hoping the unexpected to be good and not a hard pinch. </span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" It doesn't promise you anything, it doesn't take you by the hand, or show you all your destinations.For some, life just doesn't have any revelations!!"</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I just hope it does not have to take away all the good it reveals!! </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Any comments and reactions may please be put across!!! And for all those who feel this is crap "I'm sorry, I don't really care a **** if you feel so....."</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Cheers to life!</span></span></span></b>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754099154546935737.post-91330755451536710182009-04-03T16:06:00.000+05:302009-04-05T00:01:12.454+05:30In life its all 'Easier said than done!!' Cheers to life!<p style="font-family: verdana;">None of this is what I can ever follow in life..........I want to put out life on this blog and I do put it on paper and a lot more on my computer........hoping the best out this new venture!! And for now.....<br /></p><ul style="font-family: verdana;"><li>"One cannot discover new oceans, unless one has courage to lose sight of the shore"</li><li>"You can win life by all means.. yes… by simply avoiding two things… comparing and … expecting."</li><li>"If people start criticizing you, hurting you, shouting at you.. don’t be bothered. Because in any game, spectators make noise, not the player. So just play on !"</li><li>"Its hard to lead a cavalry charge if one thinks that he looks funny on a horse !"</li><li>"There are only two people who can tell the truth about yourself.. a friend who has lost his temper, or an enemy who starts loving you." </li><li>"Most of the things we desire are EXPENSIVE. But the truth is : The things that really satisfy us are FREE : Love, Joy, Laughter, and Good relations..."</li><li>"If we wait for the waves to subside, we may never have a swim in the sea."</li><li>"We can either complain that roses have thorns, or we can rejoice that thorns have roses."</li><li>"Have the determination of a mirror, which never loses its ability to reflect, in spite of it being broken to pieces."</li><li>"A strong and positive attitude creates more miracles than any other thing. ‘Coz life is 10% how you make it and 90% how you take it."</li><li>"Self respect increases when one learns to converse positively to the self."</li><li>"The one who wins over situations with the power of ones own stage is a winner."</li><li>"The earth weighs 6.6 Septillion tons. Don’t make it heavier my carrying a heavy heart ! Stay light. Laugh often. Love much…"</li><li>"Arrogance does not allow understanding. Adamance does not allow adjustment. Ego does not allow clarity."</li><li>"It isn’t the mountain that wears you out, its the grain of sand in your shoes"</li><li>" Regret is a choice. If you had done other things which you wish you had done, you would have lost out on many things that you have today."</li><li>"True measure of man is how he treats someone who can do him no good. "</li><li>"In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present."</li><li>"Be thankful if your work is a little harder than you want. A knife cannot be sharpened on a piece of velvet."</li><li>"Ideas will not work until you do."</li><li>"90% of the problems of life are due to tone of life. Its not what you say, but how you say it that creates the problem."</li><li>"To forgive is to set a prisoner free and to discover that the prisoner was you."</li><li>"Good judgement comes from experience and often experience comes from bad judgement."</li><li>"The constant intoxication and belief that ’success is my birthright’ will give you victory in all actions of life."</li><li>"Yesterday I was clever. So I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise. So I have decided to change myself."</li><li>"Changing one thing for the better, is worth more than proving a thousand things wrong."</li><li>"Luck has a peculiar habit of favoring those that don’t depend on it."</li><li>"Give a thousand chances to your enemy to become your friend. But don’t give a single chance to your friend to become your enemy."</li></ul><p style="font-family: verdana;"> </p>SRaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326349558984776270noreply@blogger.com2