<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:39:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>360</category><category>Diary</category><category>Poem</category><category>Other</category><category>Review</category><category>Blog Management</category><title>Abstract Thoughts</title><description></description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-3131031070788257738</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2013 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-20T17:31:03.239+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>The Hallmark of Beauty</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Since the day I have seen you&lt;/div&gt;
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I cannot believe my good fortune&lt;/div&gt;
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That this world could be so beautiful because of you&lt;/div&gt;
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The nature in my eyes has risen.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like the touch of the warm sunshine&lt;/div&gt;
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you touched me with a melody&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I do not understand&lt;/div&gt;
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Should I look at you, or should I listen to you&lt;/div&gt;
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You are my solace, you are my passion&lt;/div&gt;
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You came to be admired in my life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Like the moon descends to the earth&lt;/div&gt;
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Gradually and graciously&lt;/div&gt;
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Like the fields of the strawberry&lt;/div&gt;
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Your lips are red and sweet.&lt;/div&gt;
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I do not know if I Should praise this hallmark of beauty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or should I loose myself in tasting and admiring them.&lt;/div&gt;
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Knowing your eminence as a woman&lt;/div&gt;
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I kneel down to you in respect and watch your sacred curves&lt;/div&gt;
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Feel like touching you and caressing your roundness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As you make me follow in your moves&lt;/div&gt;
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Like the wave of the sea&lt;/div&gt;
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you came and touched me&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish I could collect your every drop&lt;/div&gt;
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And drink when you are being missed the most.&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-hallmark-of-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM10jUFgRKNPUSYyseP6VaBYtN_hI-Jqb8jdCs8W21c7iwY1NH0-oLIgvVF9GByCN4m-P9OQLhEv7XEOS7PhYUs4IONTYoTedUCz-GzLlzhgJmydPvDFW_lmtSp0L5TtFROc3rN2rrmLP2/s72-c/woman+rose.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>New Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.635308 77.22496000000001</georss:point><georss:box>28.189405999999998 76.579513 29.08121 77.870407000000014</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-1809465948177323956</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-11T18:18:20.250+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>My Heart is a Kid</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Eyes entangled to her beauty do not move away&lt;/div&gt;
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She moved ahead but I am here to stay&lt;/div&gt;
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Time passing away in her afterglow white&lt;/div&gt;
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Black clouds of heartache not moving away from sight&lt;/div&gt;
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This heart is beating with her left over memories&lt;/div&gt;
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Have a small wish in &amp;nbsp;mind to live again&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I am afraid of ever falling in love&lt;/div&gt;
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Coz my heart is still a kid&lt;/div&gt;
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Never knew this heart will give this punishment&lt;/div&gt;
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My mind thinks of her before me&lt;/div&gt;
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The more I stop it, the more I explain it&lt;/div&gt;
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But it wants to be her toy again&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I am afraid to see the moon, the flowers&lt;/div&gt;
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Coz I feel her in every pleasant thing&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel her near but she is not looking at me&lt;/div&gt;
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And I am dying a slow death with the infection of her beauty&lt;/div&gt;
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A ray of sadness has sat in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
That now I fear to laugh&lt;br /&gt;
I thought it would be little more practical like me&lt;br /&gt;
Who knew that my heart wouldn&#39;t listen to me&lt;br /&gt;
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Why don&#39;t these moment pass&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I am acclimating to watch her smile for someone else&lt;/div&gt;
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It feels good as soon as she smiles and enjoys, though with someone else&lt;/div&gt;
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Coz my heart is still a kid.&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart-is-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fB3ZgG2lMS4o2RFGZyO_alQzbSs6RvQeNTjKYMpyxJEdTaw9KyAey14ykSmcGq1pVwuYcx378Tqks3w0Hsvi3XQYqV-OLJHRXsaUM7V0OcAnZ7tjt2vlwNmBsioafq2f_z1lWXD5ZrTU/s72-c/sad-man.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-7753082480905891601</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2011 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-09T18:23:10.510+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>Once I Made You Smile</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4571751288_db5c7672df_o.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4571751288_db5c7672df_o.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Are you really here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Or is that I am dreaming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But seeing you here now makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I wish if I was really awake and not sleeping again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So long since I have seen you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t even remember your face anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I have that feeling inside and know that it is only for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Even when I know you are not for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When I feel there is no one around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Its you whose thoughts come to my mind, and its you whom I want to make happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I have to satisfy myself, accepting that I am just a guy you once knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I am just happy to see you smiling that someone else is doing it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And since then a part of me has died and is crying even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That once we used to share a talk or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But that was before. You used to listen to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I can hear only silence over the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I recall the way u smile to kill this silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I cannot earn it now anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I just can remain happy that once I also made you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Please feel free to share your views in the comments section&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-i-made-you-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-369586497405442606</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2011 07:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-05T12:49:50.751+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>Poem for the girl far away. 21 Feb, 2007</title><description>As you sleep I see the flimsy breeze&lt;br /&gt;
Coming from the sea, tickling the leaves&lt;br /&gt;
And carry the flowers to all around&lt;br /&gt;
Gently made the yellow ground&lt;br /&gt;
I see the butterflies hovering over your own nature&lt;br /&gt;
Their pattern describes of your colorful future&lt;br /&gt;
Surrounded by the sea of care of you, I feel like an isle&lt;br /&gt;
You make me cry, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;
All away from the million miles&lt;br /&gt;
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Please feel free to share your views in the comments section</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2011/03/poem-for-girl-far-away-21-feb-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-2451886928161473680</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-29T12:40:04.623+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>Bless Me With Your Smile</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtCerjmZHnPG6Cy1OeXo9ylQE9Xd7CSolJ-tKeY349SO0v1TXUDbtim7orW5EH2w-kuZ4ykiJAstr4U2ZSww_1LWsVQ2qwC-GpwecYQmJAcsS8TYjZjR3hLGZrvgXPnL0ZKrpVh13zqPW/s1600/sleeping-beauty.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;236&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtCerjmZHnPG6Cy1OeXo9ylQE9Xd7CSolJ-tKeY349SO0v1TXUDbtim7orW5EH2w-kuZ4ykiJAstr4U2ZSww_1LWsVQ2qwC-GpwecYQmJAcsS8TYjZjR3hLGZrvgXPnL0ZKrpVh13zqPW/s320/sleeping-beauty.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Looking at you sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m with the girl I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m here beside you watching the moonlight on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This night doesn&#39;t seem to end, the time pass so slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Coz I know that in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I might have to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And you&#39;ll be just a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Once I used to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Under the shadow of the moon light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;In front of your sleeping eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I just wanna make a wish tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;May I be blessed with your first simile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Every morning as you get even more beautiful with time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2011/01/bless-me-with-your-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtCerjmZHnPG6Cy1OeXo9ylQE9Xd7CSolJ-tKeY349SO0v1TXUDbtim7orW5EH2w-kuZ4ykiJAstr4U2ZSww_1LWsVQ2qwC-GpwecYQmJAcsS8TYjZjR3hLGZrvgXPnL0ZKrpVh13zqPW/s72-c/sleeping-beauty.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-3704643328613907376</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-08T22:07:56.454+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>When you were here</title><description>Life was never that beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;
Neither it was ever that blissful.&lt;br /&gt;
I loved to see you always.&lt;br /&gt;
when you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a strange but a pleasant feeling in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
Every time we met, a talk or two we did share.&lt;br /&gt;
Still I miss the time that has gone,&lt;br /&gt;
When you were here&lt;br /&gt;
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A hard and fast life away from your loved ones, staying alone working on a hectic schedule and living in a cruel society. There she lives. With her sweet talks and unique style she made everyone her friend, but one heart break and everything was finished. Still collecting the pieces of her broken dreams which she had preserved one, each pieces she finds raises some will in her to live. She loves this pain, she believes this as her destiny, She drinks her tears to not to let any drop of the moments they shared  fall down. A girl so beautiful and so bubbly who deserved so much care and love is living like this. &lt;br /&gt;
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I care so I fear, I know my limits, and within that I want to show you the world again. You&#39;re still very young when seen through your inner eyes. And you&#39;re perfect when seen through my eyes &lt;/blockquote&gt;
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She came like an angel slowly down on the earth like the moon meets the horizon. Like the warm yellow sunshine she touched our lives, brightened us. Her hairs moves like some wavy note of music, they fall on her red cheeks as the clouds covers the evening sky. Her eyes like sparkling apple drink, appealing deep brown. She moves her body when she walks, like a fish moves its tail making its way in the ocean. Her every step you cant stop admiring. you can&#39;t stop admiring a beauty of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ask nothing from you, and I want nothing from you. But your presence is so precious for the people around you and for me who cares so much about you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Do I still belong here&lt;br /&gt;
Or am I already out?&lt;br /&gt;
Time takes the next flight&lt;br /&gt;
Tried to follow it&lt;br /&gt;
I Have just been born yesterday and for a short while I know how to  walk&lt;br /&gt;
Lost my balance yet I can stand straight&lt;br /&gt;
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In my head there is so much rage&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday night I couldn&#39;t sleep&lt;br /&gt;
That you’ve been there was good for me&lt;br /&gt;
Please don’t ask questions now&lt;br /&gt;
Because I’d only regret&lt;br /&gt;
If I had … changed myself for you&lt;br /&gt;
For sure I would not have always been faithful&lt;br /&gt;
But I never cheated on you&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s me, that’s me&lt;br /&gt;
This alone is my fault&lt;br /&gt;
I am now, I am here, I am me, this alone is my fault&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t have to find myself now&lt;br /&gt;
Just must not lose myself &lt;br /&gt;
We are now, we are here, we are us, that alone is our fault&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Life has tested me in such circumstances and I know how I came out of it. It is not that easy as we think, everyone in his her life have such problems, we are not the only one with bad luck in this world. Life is hard on everyone sometime and good at sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
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You helped when I needed you, now I know you are in need and that is not a return favour. I will help you in transition till you are back in this world. Then I will move back like a ocean wave pushes a dry leave back on the shore to sprout again, so that you stay well settled, and thank god for this precious life he gave it to you. In my company I don&#39;t know whether you will be able to love someone but surely you will fall in love with yourself. &lt;/blockquote&gt;
Please feel free to share your views in the comments section&lt;br /&gt;
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How many times has it been happened to you that you are watching a movie side by side you are trying to relate your story with the character of the movie? When you are missing your loved ones, you often end up ordering that flavour of the ice cream/milkshake which they like. You message them and wait for their reply.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is not an object it can&#39;t be defined. If the person is right you enjoy the happiness and the sorrows attached with the word &quot;Love&quot;, but if the person is wrong you regret. The interesting question is how do you feel when you love them, but don&#39;t like them? No, I haven&#39;t gone mad. Have you ever come into a situation where you don&#39;t like him/her because the way he/she talks to you, his/her attitude, his/her dressing sense, but somewhere you feel he/she is close to you. Even though you are different, but something brings you close. You tend to ignore some conflicts thus increasing the life of your relationship :)&lt;br /&gt;
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In between I am sharing some of the pictures of a flute case I made for a friend of mine... long story..&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier I made a wooden case, carved on its two long sides and polished. It took me about two weeks to complete that but my roommate who recently had a breakup broke it..lol that&#39;s another story.. her birthday was coming close and I had to do something fast..so I brought thermocol, cardboards and blue velvet cloth. And finally it became like this as in the picture. It was stronger than the wooden case but unfortunately was heavier as well. All this was in October-November, 2008.. Lol I was hiding it from you all haha&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;My Vth sem of Mechanical Engineering just ended, and I am enjoying the winters back home in Delhi as I am on one month long vacation. While talking to my sister yesterday i made a resolution, a new years resolution that I will get 9 GPA next tie at any cost.. Lets see what happens. It is not that easy task, but anyways it is going to help me in future&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Here is the Martisor which my sister sent me all away from Romania. I am so happy to have it. And this is very new thing for me. It is supposed to be given on March 1. But I received it on India&#39;s festival of Raksha Bandhan, where sisters ties a kind of thread on her brother&#39;s wrist to protect him, as she wrote in the letter she is merging Indian and Romanian tradition.Te Iubesque, Sora mea&lt;br /&gt;
A martisor is the traditional celebration of the beginning of the spring (and until 1701 of the New Year&lt;sup class=&quot;reference&quot; id=&quot;cite_ref-ecolife_0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Source:  &lt;a class=&quot;external text&quot; href=&quot;http://www.ecolife.ro/content/view/36/26/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Martisorul, straveche sarbatoare carpatina a Anului Nou&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;i&gt;Eco Life Portal&lt;/i&gt; (Romanian). Retrieved March 1st, 2008) in Romania, Moldova, Bulgaria and Macedonia, on &lt;span class=&quot;mw-formatted-date&quot; title=&quot;03-01&quot;&gt;1 March&lt;/span&gt;. The day&#39;s name is the diminutive of March (in Romanian &lt;i&gt;Martie&lt;/i&gt;), and thus means something like &quot;little&quot; or &quot;dear March&quot;. Nowadays, men offer women a talisman object also called &lt;i&gt;Mărţişor&lt;/i&gt;, consisting of a jewel or a small decoration like a flower, an animal or a heart, tied to a red and white strings (Source: &lt;span class=&quot;citation web&quot;&gt;Martisor music ensemble. &quot;&lt;a class=&quot;external text&quot; href=&quot;http://www.martisor.ca/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Martisor&lt;/a&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;printonly&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;reference-accessdate&quot;&gt;Retrieved 2008-03-03&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class=&quot;reference&quot; id=&quot;cite_ref-1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C4%83r%C5%A3i%C5%9For#cite_note-1&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; However, giving a little nickel tied to a red and white string is an old custom and was originally designated for both men and women. It was believed that the one who wears the red and white string will be powerful and healthy for the year to come. The decoration is a symbol of the coming spring. A woman wears it pinned to her blouse on this day and up to two weeks after. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;In what could be construed as a response to India&#39;s efforts to expand its space exploration horizon, Pakistan has announced its plans for space research. Pakistan wants to become the first country to put a terrorist in orbit. This was revealed by Raza Hussain, Chairman of Pakistan Space and Upper Atmosphere Research Commission (SUPARCO) at a press conference organized in Karachi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raza said that off late SUPARCO was focusing on path breaking new initiatives to inject fresh life into the nation&#39;s sagging space programme. Pakistan&#39;s only presence in space so far is a satellite PAKSAT-1, situated at 38 degree E Long in a geo stationary orbit. This satellite has been leased from Hughes Global and the lease period will expire in 2011. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Our aim is to become the first country to put a terrorist in orbit by 2040. We are working closely with China, which has copied technology from Russia and USA for this goal,&quot; he said. When asked as to why Pakistan wanted to send a terrorist to space, he said &quot;we have so far exported terrorists to India, USA, UK, Afghanistan, China and the list is endless. Today we have a terrorist in almost all major nations. Now is the time to look beyond earth&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;About the pic:&amp;nbsp; The Pakistani space agency has made its first successful test flight right here on planet earth. In an experiment conducted on Saturday afternoon, Pakistan was able to lift a an&amp;nbsp; animal nearly 10 feet in the air. Raza called the experiment success and has congratulated all SUPARCO scientists associated with the project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pakistan&#39;s space dreams will be fuelled by modified missiles imported from China and North Korea. &quot;We plan to integrate the Chinese and Korean rockets and use solid propellant (provided by China from the fireworks leftover after the Beijing Olympics),&quot; Raza claimed. It has also identified a bunch of future astronauts (suicide bombers) from its terrorist infested NWFP province for the project. &quot;The recruits are more than willing to be part of this project as that&#39;s exactly what they are supposed to do; die here or there,&quot; a SUPARCO insider told this blogger. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The initial plan is to have a terrorist orbit the earth in a low earth orbit and the subsequent missions may see a terrorist land on the moon. The branding team in ISI is right now working on naming an organization to which these terrorists will be affiliated to. I guess the name they have frozen on is the Moonian Mujaheedeen. If everything goes well, these guys may even blow themselves up on the moon,&quot; Raza informed.&lt;br /&gt;
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The terrorists will also release threatening videos before touching down. &quot;Some of these guys are also learning how to issue threats in sign language as the audio quality may not be up to the mark,&quot; the SUPARCO insider claimed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Partial Source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://karmicsoliloquy.blogspot.com/2008/10/indias-moon-mission-and-pakistans-goon.html&quot;&gt;Stories from Civilisation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Please feel free to share your views in the comments section</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/11/pakistans-spcae-mission.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE63GZuo-E41vV0eVQcj2rqdt2bPwry-S5GOqAfy7s5HATG6I8ivqUlrybA7uUQo-A7gwUEJPbaB8zMIiIFLd7slD3ETcfW4OfeU6ExnJijIWtvvImo9uqJP93nzNlljlQnFDBTDDtXpdy/s72-c/Pakistan+space+flight.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-2626992826936896676</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T12:13:56.722+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>Princess of Tulunadu</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfU6-e0C0rP5dWxaiyplI6NrkiHnjlvRLcbCzYfWKkgdnzKahxoDor5jxVTE4pT1HTxvzEzA-5upfcL0UhZ9X0nzzqJEDQvikISdSHvCsMCvl2L4z6b-zCKk7Mr4CmERxf8Q3Zslqrex7P/s1600-h/Princess+of+Tulunadu.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfU6-e0C0rP5dWxaiyplI6NrkiHnjlvRLcbCzYfWKkgdnzKahxoDor5jxVTE4pT1HTxvzEzA-5upfcL0UhZ9X0nzzqJEDQvikISdSHvCsMCvl2L4z6b-zCKk7Mr4CmERxf8Q3Zslqrex7P/s320/Princess+of+Tulunadu.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;She gets up from her bed early&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Rubs her eyes, walks little whirly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Welcomes the sun, opens her arm and she yawns&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That’s how another beautiful day of us dawns&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Aesthetic look, profound brown eyes, and vibhooti on her upper forehead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Black hair streaks coming on her white face around her cheeks so red&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Her Golden ear rings sways and dazzles as she turns her hair behind her ears&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Green shawl around her shoulders and an exquisite everlasting pink smile she bears&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Came from the Arabian Sea, splendid, pulchritudinous heaven land&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Spent her childhood playing in that beach sand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Refined throughout the life by those sacrosanct ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Touching the sky in almost everything is what she craves&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Can’t resist admiring every single step she takes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Aromatizes the breeze around with a sweet fragrance as every move she makes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Becomes the centre of attraction wherever she goes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A close to perfect girl from her allured face to her revered toes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Still so cute, so humble and so huggable&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Beautiful mind, attitude so kind, and she is love’s cradle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Love, respect, smile is what all she deserves&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So the princess of Udupi will keep the closeness preserved&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/11/pincess-of-tulunadu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfU6-e0C0rP5dWxaiyplI6NrkiHnjlvRLcbCzYfWKkgdnzKahxoDor5jxVTE4pT1HTxvzEzA-5upfcL0UhZ9X0nzzqJEDQvikISdSHvCsMCvl2L4z6b-zCKk7Mr4CmERxf8Q3Zslqrex7P/s72-c/Princess+of+Tulunadu.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-8921709943917556316</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T01:00:00.940+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Happy Birthday Sneha!</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzvqelLCudx-luPWm1Szl8fuKh045IpvdjZjDcb5i9S5MUye9MOvtZu_rZ5BP9NK7-k4YdsUaLzP4Zt6ihyyQ&#39; class=&#39;b-hbp-video b-uploaded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Just like everyday I wish you, today is the special reason why I am here :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;“Hope your Birthday gently breezes into your life all the choicest of things and all that your heart holds dear Have A Fun- Filled Day.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;May you and the people around you be the happiest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday Sneha!! :) You are simply the best :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-sneha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-2807351648192681698</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T19:16:12.330+05:30</atom:updated><title>Wish you were here</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;In my dreams I&#39;m dying all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; I never meant to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; I never meant to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; So this is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; This is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; In my dreams I&#39;m jealous all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; As I wake I&#39;m going out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; Going out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/11/wish-you-were-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-2868370115169829272</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 10:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T19:03:40.722+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>The Last Good Bye</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLBUQRmtUXME7FeqfdnEEr2vYHaLXfbb-PnnG23SvpJ9FL8uB8AIz78-Q5PwqAo2c6gZwu94oYzdAOnAobeXXq4Yzh5RdWq2ajAoyoKDmM-11ihwNankZjeo8APttNtGDzQKf1wVpvrQC/s1600-h/lastgoodbye.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLBUQRmtUXME7FeqfdnEEr2vYHaLXfbb-PnnG23SvpJ9FL8uB8AIz78-Q5PwqAo2c6gZwu94oYzdAOnAobeXXq4Yzh5RdWq2ajAoyoKDmM-11ihwNankZjeo8APttNtGDzQKf1wVpvrQC/s320/lastgoodbye.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489275907172594&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last look&lt;br /&gt;Probably the last touch&lt;br /&gt;A last good bye&lt;br /&gt;A last glance, and a last smile&lt;br /&gt;It has ended so soon, couldn&#39;t even tell what I feel for her&lt;br /&gt;Yes I loved you secretly but it was impossible to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, you are so pretty&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Why didn&#39;t I meet you before?&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that very first day we looked at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it all happened few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Time travelled so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Today you are leaving forever&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say the last word&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear. But today I have to say good bye&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know why they say &quot;good bye&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the &quot;good&quot; in good bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life today forever changed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changed into loneliness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loneliness and fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear with none of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You who were everything to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you every moment of the day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day in and day out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of tears i sit awake and carefully listen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen for you…in case,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just in case,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…How i miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Nadia Tarzi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-good-bye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLBUQRmtUXME7FeqfdnEEr2vYHaLXfbb-PnnG23SvpJ9FL8uB8AIz78-Q5PwqAo2c6gZwu94oYzdAOnAobeXXq4Yzh5RdWq2ajAoyoKDmM-11ihwNankZjeo8APttNtGDzQKf1wVpvrQC/s72-c/lastgoodbye.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-1074346425101815611</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 10:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T15:52:21.974+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>13th May, 2007 Do you remember?</title><description>I sit in my dark room accompanied by a stray moonlight ray,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to enjoy the silent darkness after a long rough day.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pain in my heart so profound,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the sadness that you&#39;re not around.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my honey, I wish I could explain how the life is without you.&lt;br /&gt;A stray empty shell lying on the beach that goes all the way through&lt;br /&gt;Like the bird whose destiny is not defined,&lt;br /&gt;But I care for you and my feelings are pure and refined.&lt;br /&gt;When you are not around, my soul hurts with an ache&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes me happy, I can not even fake.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the night, we saw the lunar eclipse together&lt;br /&gt;So nice it was, and gentle like a feather&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much dear, that I can&#39;t measure&lt;br /&gt;Your love is something to me which I will always treasure&lt;br /&gt;You are my dearest friend and all that keeps my life going&lt;br /&gt;The more I am away from you,&lt;br /&gt;the more I feel the pain growing.</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/13th-may-2007-do-you-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-5146850359835476424</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T15:45:19.574+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>I think I do</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_T6Z-yXd0UCxVIVLs8xAvjTNCDInj9RSklZ77U8keaAzGEXDgB2u9yfu3U3PJcEarQ-iAyU2h9568gaxf5RjraUYYE1h_9N5eGgwLCLNJ54jszEXkJEfE2Qm7uyi0qGot7m22KkU5uXvF/s1600-h/Love+you.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359369823395196978&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_T6Z-yXd0UCxVIVLs8xAvjTNCDInj9RSklZ77U8keaAzGEXDgB2u9yfu3U3PJcEarQ-iAyU2h9568gaxf5RjraUYYE1h_9N5eGgwLCLNJ54jszEXkJEfE2Qm7uyi0qGot7m22KkU5uXvF/s320/Love+you.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you&#39;ve gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve beenlost without a trace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream at night, I canonly see your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around but it&#39;s you I can&#39;t replace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so cold and I long for your embrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still remember the day when I first saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You looked at me, you were so pretty that I fell for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we are friends, but not so close :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you and this you don&#39;t know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont tell you, you may not like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are so nice, I wish I could tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But our ways are different, I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be I will learn to live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy that we are good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that you find me special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we could get a little more closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How perfect you are, when seen through my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_T6Z-yXd0UCxVIVLs8xAvjTNCDInj9RSklZ77U8keaAzGEXDgB2u9yfu3U3PJcEarQ-iAyU2h9568gaxf5RjraUYYE1h_9N5eGgwLCLNJ54jszEXkJEfE2Qm7uyi0qGot7m22KkU5uXvF/s72-c/Love+you.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-6950258460636907103</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 09:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T15:05:49.220+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Finally in Bangalore</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg745cKDONYHmwHl7iZShNPol9cbCcZsyIYW-Iyy2S5kD3PXdTaJaf62Y8gdzf5tEQlFh5toPwnGFOrDkoID3LvIyNk9GvQqhWUadSQO4KmdFZOijrlYSVRuYImd_fMEI8MeYp_WbAWEdQV/s1600-h/Bangalore(2).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986149934515090&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg745cKDONYHmwHl7iZShNPol9cbCcZsyIYW-Iyy2S5kD3PXdTaJaf62Y8gdzf5tEQlFh5toPwnGFOrDkoID3LvIyNk9GvQqhWUadSQO4KmdFZOijrlYSVRuYImd_fMEI8MeYp_WbAWEdQV/s320/Bangalore(2).jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I am finally in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt; after a 40 hour journey from New Delhi..&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Climate here is really good just 24 degree C. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt; was really very hot and humid. The Climate is the only good thing about this place. I had a nice time in the train, the train was full with the Military as they were being shifted from Northern frontiers to South.&lt;br /&gt;In between my sister is done with her presentation and she has almost got full marks, I am so happy for her. Wow she thanked me for my lucky wishes :) no one had ever in my life said this before :P everyone should get such sisters :) &quot;Hey I am always with you dear :)&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some simulation on &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;MATLAB&lt;/span&gt; for my project well that is taking a lot of time and it is very difficult to do here..&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to share your views in the comments section</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-in-bangalore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg745cKDONYHmwHl7iZShNPol9cbCcZsyIYW-Iyy2S5kD3PXdTaJaf62Y8gdzf5tEQlFh5toPwnGFOrDkoID3LvIyNk9GvQqhWUadSQO4KmdFZOijrlYSVRuYImd_fMEI8MeYp_WbAWEdQV/s72-c/Bangalore(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-6358443547309704842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 10:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T16:17:49.838+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Leaving Home</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTPhYvcQrFrHdOdFvYDbKp8niQBepB6VHHthan0uk3v5q5M3WhjOavnqfY-2je2YQaV1Lm_RIBlu7CKDu5IMqJHPjZWvYhYJrAnCgmhV5fneEhj18gNLVAVFdhUE_OxRllpGW5v2iUmoR/s1600-h/Rene-Magritte-Homesickness.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTPhYvcQrFrHdOdFvYDbKp8niQBepB6VHHthan0uk3v5q5M3WhjOavnqfY-2je2YQaV1Lm_RIBlu7CKDu5IMqJHPjZWvYhYJrAnCgmhV5fneEhj18gNLVAVFdhUE_OxRllpGW5v2iUmoR/s200/Rene-Magritte-Homesickness.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357894404637461730&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is the final day of my Semester end cum summer vacation. I am leaving tonight and rejoining my College. This is the hardest part because my mom and everyone at home is very sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I am there life becomes so busy, I may not blog that frequently as I was doing all these days..lol. I enjoyed this vacations a lot, I have almost completed my project, I met many school friends of mine after two years!!! I went out and travelled a lot. Did so much of shopping and had very nice home made and North Indian food. All this I will miss there in the college...lol. Take care all of you. I will continue posting from the college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again best of luck to my lovely sister for her final presentation. It is sad when I was free she had all exams, and when she is free I am leaving home :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please feel free to share your views in the comments section. This will encourageme to keep blogging.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTPhYvcQrFrHdOdFvYDbKp8niQBepB6VHHthan0uk3v5q5M3WhjOavnqfY-2je2YQaV1Lm_RIBlu7CKDu5IMqJHPjZWvYhYJrAnCgmhV5fneEhj18gNLVAVFdhUE_OxRllpGW5v2iUmoR/s72-c/Rene-Magritte-Homesickness.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-6934120308183864857</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T23:29:14.276+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Best of Luck, Lucy</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;306&quot; height=&quot;113&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.greetvalley.com/graphics/goodluck/goodluck15.swf&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.greetvalley.com/graphics/goodluck/goodluck15.swf&quot; quality=&quot;high&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; menu=&quot;false&quot; width=&quot;306&quot; height=&quot;113&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Abstract Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a few days there is my sister&#39;s final presentation in her college, after that she will be done with her graduation. Yay!!! Ura!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though this post was scheduled to get published on 13th. But I am publishing it now. As I wont be available from tomorrow. I am wishing her today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Best of luck sora mea. I love you so much. I know you will do very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light. 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&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Sanskar is a special boy and friend,he is very simple and natural wich makes him different for the rest of guys,i really cant stand idiots and stupid boyz and Sanskar prooved me that miracles exist:),and that not all the ppl are the same,i wish u the best from the heart,best wishes for you my friend.   Mon Mar 05, 2007 by Andra.  Bucharest, Romania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Sanskar is an amazingly smart and passionate young men. He adds value to everything he lays his eyes on. I cannot help but think that he might be the reincarnation of a very wise old soul. He is a wonderful friend to have and I appreciate his insights very much. He&#39;ll achieve great things in life. Sun Feb 04, 2007 By Astrid Bidanec. Florida, US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Sanskar is the most youngest friend on my list. Though he is very smart intelligent easy to get along with as well as very thoughtful and funny. Thanks for being my friend. Take care always.Sun Jul 01, 2007 By Janice Joy. Manila,Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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YOU CRACK ME UP!! The time I’ve known Sanskar is not measured by days but by the amount of smiles &amp;amp; laughter he has given me &amp;amp; that has been countless. He forever is making me laugh w/his quick &amp;amp; witty sense of humor. I was very fortunate the day we became “friends”. Son,You’re the Greatest ;) LoL! Sun Feb 25, 2007 By Suzy Q. North Carolina, US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday!! sanskar is very sweet ! one young lady will be lucky! Mon Jun 30, 2008 By Kimberly Luz. New Hampshire, US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;This may come as a surprise for u!!&lt;br /&gt;
hmmm.... he s my sweet junior in college(say sweetest) he s a real kido at heart:)&lt;br /&gt;
he a language freak,he can speak ur language(say any european lang as well!!!)he has that innocent childlike look(dont go by luks) ha ha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;everything bout him brings bak the lost smile on ur face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I must say dis he s smart n brainy n n n loads to pen down!!! i just love his company hmmm... even u would!! so wat u waiting for???&lt;br /&gt;
i can just go on n on bout this sweet guy... one page wouldnt suffice bout this sweetheart......this testi s a gist bout him....&lt;br /&gt;
WISH u GOOD LUCK FOR ALL UR BIG BIG N REALLY BIG DREAM(MS PHD N FOR THE RAILWAY N BIO PROJ U WORKING ON)..... By July 2008, Mythri Suresh, Bangalore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmmm sanskar....first thing you&#39;ll notice abt this guy is the innocent smile...master of a many european languages(russian nd romanian best of all) and a really sharp mind. one of the rare courtney cox fans in our coll and one of my bestest friends....rock on bro!!!! December 2008, Srinivas Mohan, Bangalore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/mytestimonials.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-4926258834401929164</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T22:45:49.202+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Review</category><title>Life in South India</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDQnirTpiOaVHeMjRQ3j5TpU1vcuXh0QhRu9GQMGjKx8zt2eOhvnx3yWusk_HG-FAFkg_EbNpfrgTa5BWilm3M3KD3Djztgm5wUkWI-p9za7bsChKaGYAIItyE9iOG915dKgf3qK2MCBM/s1600-h/south-india-states.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 292px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDQnirTpiOaVHeMjRQ3j5TpU1vcuXh0QhRu9GQMGjKx8zt2eOhvnx3yWusk_HG-FAFkg_EbNpfrgTa5BWilm3M3KD3Djztgm5wUkWI-p9za7bsChKaGYAIItyE9iOG915dKgf3qK2MCBM/s320/south-india-states.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356510134481454882&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since India liberalized its policies many people and business are rushing towards it. The pace of industrialization and development in Delhi and Mumbai (Bombay) turned massive. But later in the 20th Century IT sector brought a revolution in the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major IT parks are spreaded all over India but the concentration is more in South India. Now here I am gonna give you some tips for a better life in South India, if you are planning to come here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;South India is different than North India in almost every manner, only thing which unites the people is Indian Government and a same belief which is there in everyone&#39;s soul since the period of Lord Rama and Lord Krishna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;First tip : About Language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though every Indian can understand and speak English, but it would be very good if you can talk in his/her language. Then surely you&#39;re gonna get a special attention. Learning South Indian languages is tough, though I have succeeded a lot. Each region has one or more languages which are very much different than each other. But still there is some link which you can use, or say there is a hack to speak in there language without letting them know that you actually don&#39;t know their language at all. look at the following conversation. And this hack works for all South Indian Languages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tourist is asking a taxi driver whether he is ready to take him to the Railway Station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tourist: Taxi!! Excuse me!! Will you go to Railway Station?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taxi : Sorry Sir, the Taxi is already booked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we will use the hack for the same conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tourist: Taxi! Railway StationaaaAAAaaa???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taxi: Yeah sure sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s true if you wont talk to taxi driver in there language they will assume you are a tourist and they will charge a lot. So are you getting any idea about this hack? OK one more example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here a guy is asking his girlfriend for a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Will you come for a movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: yes, yes, yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now use the hack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: MovieaaAAAaa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: yes, yes, yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now a quick guide to pronunciation. This is how English alphabets are pronounced. this is common for all South Indian language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yE  B  C  D  yEe  yeF  G  hecH  I  J  K  yeL  yeM  yeN  yO  P  Q  yaaR  yeS  T  yU  V  W  yeX  Y  Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it is common for all South Indian language that is why it is easy to use anywhere. The problem comes in North India. North India has more variety in language but thankfully most of the regions have accepted the national language, Hindi. Those people who don&#39;t speak much in English speak in their accent and which becomes tough to grasp. One common mistake which one such person make in North India is adding in before the letter &#39;s&#39; if it comes before any consonant. For example iStudent, iStar, iStand, iStupid. though this error is well recognised by Oxford and Chamber&#39;s Dictionary and is not incorrect in Indian English as these Dictionaries mentions, anyways it sounds strange iStupid..lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Tip: Be &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intellectual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Intellectual person will help you a lot. South Indians are very intellectual and loves to talk to another intellectual person. If you are intellectual then no doubt you will make friends very easily and quickly. In every home the oldest one or the head of the family will be the most intellectual I don&#39;t know whether it is a coincidence or experience..lol. I will go for the latter one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Tip: Respect culture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;India in a few years have advanced a lot. for last few years its growth rate is the highest in the world. 6th Nuclear power of the world, 3rd nation to be present on the moon, largest producer of graduates in the world. etc. and so more which made India shine and different from the rest of the dark South Asia which has terrorism, human right violation, and genocides..etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;India has developed Substantially, even after such advancement people haven&#39;t forgotten their cultural values and tradition. there are some tradition which even I don&#39;t understand, but if you will also try to follow them they will feel nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, never give and take things from your left hand. Though they wont say anything but it is not considered good there. Eat with your right hand whether you are using a spoon or not. Remove your footwears before entering someone home and yeah wash your feets after that...lol don&#39;t worry they provide all facilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourth Tip: Respect their superstars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the most important tip once you make friends there. You will have to respect their superstars, (film stars, sports stars, politicians, etc.) generally people love their superstars not because of their talent but because they are from the same region. People are just crazy and don anything. So no matter how ugly, corrupted, and bad they are in their field, if you wont respect them you are likely to get a bad treatment because people are just crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And many things you will learn once you are there, either you will fall in love or you will feel like getting rid of the place, all depends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;Please feel free to share your views in the comments section&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-south-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDQnirTpiOaVHeMjRQ3j5TpU1vcuXh0QhRu9GQMGjKx8zt2eOhvnx3yWusk_HG-FAFkg_EbNpfrgTa5BWilm3M3KD3Djztgm5wUkWI-p9za7bsChKaGYAIItyE9iOG915dKgf3qK2MCBM/s72-c/south-india-states.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-3729517007202713522</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 12:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T20:40:57.242+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Other</category><title>19th Commonwealth Games, Delhi 2010: Are you coming?</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_hz_HDCaggPZ2wyemtGYcXEWZg8kAP0DQvC2fHxPvCm9KNBWnr_NdW6FzHG2mvv0bb7BCUnIkHk_KYZhHuf-HkJtD6ThmI0Ni-wTOKZI0OlshL5iCVJvrwxlpjCcl9bL0hoCoIP87xW_/s1600-h/commonwealth_2010.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_hz_HDCaggPZ2wyemtGYcXEWZg8kAP0DQvC2fHxPvCm9KNBWnr_NdW6FzHG2mvv0bb7BCUnIkHk_KYZhHuf-HkJtD6ThmI0Ni-wTOKZI0OlshL5iCVJvrwxlpjCcl9bL0hoCoIP87xW_/s200/commonwealth_2010.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356061976718069954&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the second time that this event will be happening in Asia. It is a good news for almost every Asian that Commonwealth Games Federation has choosed Delhi as the host city of 19th Commonwealth Games in 2010. So start planning your tour now as 2010 is not so far. Unlike Olympics Commonwealth is not that big event comparatively. But the total budget estimated for this even is US$1.6 Billion which makes Delhi&#39;s Commonwealth Games most advanced and expensive. Manchester&#39;s 2002 event was of approx US$420million and Melbourne&#39;s 2006 event was of US$1.1 billion. Around 72 countries are participating and 17 events will be played in this 12 days event (inlcuding closing and opening ceremony) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delhi is famous for its food, historical monuments, greenest capital of the world, handicraft, modern infrastructure, art and varied culture. 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border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086178667318962&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;Commonwealth Games Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Delhi proposed a four-lane, 2.5KM underground stretch from Ring Road linking the Games Village to the main stadium where opening and losing ceremony will be held. Delhi Metro will be expanded more and then its network will become of 420KM. Delhi Metro had deployed 14 Tunnel Boring Machines last year. Delhi&#39;s International Airport, (IGI Airport) is undergoing a renovation and now Delhi hosts the largest runway in the Asia. For the security Indian Governemt has deployed squadrons of Mig 29 at the Hindon Ai base of Delhi. Surface to Air Missiles in different places. Well trained squads of National Security guards, Central Police Reserve Force, and Delhi Police. Apart from this a proposal for the Quick Reaction Team for Delhi as they are already in Kashmir is also in the pipeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kawD5Xg3lCZtEcC_xSiijGpM0jZjq57UPgYXnteSPrBuLO1i_ZgxCz1LhRMf1gU8Dtj8-mGxQXAuU-M0lEwl0rJ_flOa89CxGSid8OnKk1LcC-VRgOOfkKyFxdDVQ7uzCsTNG608wF5n/s1600-h/Stadium.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kawD5Xg3lCZtEcC_xSiijGpM0jZjq57UPgYXnteSPrBuLO1i_ZgxCz1LhRMf1gU8Dtj8-mGxQXAuU-M0lEwl0rJ_flOa89CxGSid8OnKk1LcC-VRgOOfkKyFxdDVQ7uzCsTNG608wF5n/s200/Stadium.jpg&quot; 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style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;You will find the types of events, no. of teams, and the schedule &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010_Commonwealth_Games&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;--This is the end of the First part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;Next part has lots more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;Please feel free to share your views and comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/19th-commonwealth-games-delhi-2010-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_hz_HDCaggPZ2wyemtGYcXEWZg8kAP0DQvC2fHxPvCm9KNBWnr_NdW6FzHG2mvv0bb7BCUnIkHk_KYZhHuf-HkJtD6ThmI0Ni-wTOKZI0OlshL5iCVJvrwxlpjCcl9bL0hoCoIP87xW_/s72-c/commonwealth_2010.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523927032861009825.post-1400021774457303312</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T09:02:40.831+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Other</category><title>Are you a Talibani?</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESxZ2D2Wl_tmu3zMU_MKgoM6HGvGrL6CKYoTQqFqBDu-c2P0KKWslLfFO3WTYIdayLbbklKppjElwnWSDGcKXPhf2OCTfbf967QJ5TP22pc5SW3U5MbcJ8kO7JNLGlFED78HOP7M2Vgz4/s1600-h/taliban+fighters.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESxZ2D2Wl_tmu3zMU_MKgoM6HGvGrL6CKYoTQqFqBDu-c2P0KKWslLfFO3WTYIdayLbbklKppjElwnWSDGcKXPhf2OCTfbf967QJ5TP22pc5SW3U5MbcJ8kO7JNLGlFED78HOP7M2Vgz4/s320/taliban+fighters.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355398426342589826&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are a Talibani if:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have more wives than your teeths.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your friends comes to you and ask you to hit a home run without letting the bomb explode in the air. &lt;i&gt;Otherwise you will be shot dead that&#39;s the game rule.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You shoot gunshots in the air to express joy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You throw grenades around when you&#39;re bored.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your neighbour often comes to you to complain about your bombs crossing their boundary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a party or a big function you are having a BLAST!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;During morning walk you often bomb one or two NATO tanks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You fill up uneven roads by throwing a couple of people into it and then throwing stones and sand on them to make the surface flat. This increases the soil&#39;s fertility as they say.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You use 32 caliber or any other bullets as your signature. This is likely to be copied so you use different-different sizes and make different designs on the paper.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You become friends with Pakistan when your toys I mean your study material, I mean your bombs and guns finishes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You love to launch rockets if you aim it towards Antarctica and it falls in Arctic you are happy, your purpose to show the world about your presence is solved anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was just for fun. But the situation in South Asia is not at all funny. Few things mentioned above are really true, though were presented as funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fighting with Taliban is not easy as Taliban is not  a group of some people or army. It is a concept. Today if you will kill 100 Talibanese tomorrow 1000 more Talibanese will come up. To remove it from the roots, people in Afghanistan and Pakistan should be given proper education till they understand that in this modern world religion is not just everything. There are other issues as well upon which we all have to work together and then only we can make this world a better place for our future generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF0000;&quot;&gt;Please feel free to share your views and comments&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mylivingthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-talibani.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shurik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESxZ2D2Wl_tmu3zMU_MKgoM6HGvGrL6CKYoTQqFqBDu-c2P0KKWslLfFO3WTYIdayLbbklKppjElwnWSDGcKXPhf2OCTfbf967QJ5TP22pc5SW3U5MbcJ8kO7JNLGlFED78HOP7M2Vgz4/s72-c/taliban+fighters.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>