<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487</id><updated>2012-01-17T17:24:29.165+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes u just pass by experiences, which if left untouched.....just become fleeting thoughts...but if touched &amp; cared for turn into memories that last for ever....here is an attempt to turn such mundane phases in life to something that holds a special meaning....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-5988573712891395818</id><published>2009-11-03T21:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:38:24.922+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 years of my life written all over these pages&lt;br /&gt;the journey is still present though in traces&lt;br /&gt;my life just keeps surprising me more&lt;br /&gt;just when i struggle to get out&lt;br /&gt;he opens another door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-5988573712891395818?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/5988573712891395818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=5988573712891395818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/5988573712891395818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/5988573712891395818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-years-of-my-life-written-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-138819528716219991</id><published>2009-10-30T17:55:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:04:32.915+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was a nomad, wandering around&lt;br /&gt;No haste to settle or get tied down&lt;br /&gt;Life was an adventure &amp;amp; I didn’t want it to end&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to be free, find out what’s at the next bend&lt;br /&gt;Kidding myself that I was happy to escape&lt;br /&gt;Be free from emotions just hide in the cape&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to everything that ever came my way&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to let go any part of the day&lt;br /&gt;Cos that’s all I had with me to stay&lt;br /&gt;A day a night &amp;amp; yet another day&lt;br /&gt;Then came along a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;In whose eyes I cud without fear stare&lt;br /&gt;In whose arms I cud leave all the care&lt;br /&gt;And the journey just got better from there&lt;br /&gt;The happiness just grew by day&lt;br /&gt;Smile on my face, stayed glued all day&lt;br /&gt;And for every smile u bought on my face&lt;br /&gt;I thanked god for his never ending grace&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him for all the future I cud see then&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for the new life we had just begun&lt;br /&gt;But I guess all my prayers never reached him ever&lt;br /&gt;They probably got lost in this fog forever&lt;br /&gt;Cos we cudnt even touch the happiness long enough to feel&lt;br /&gt;He gave us wounds which would take forever to heal&lt;br /&gt;My aching heart now just doesn’t know where to hide&lt;br /&gt;Just wants to be forever by your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-138819528716219991?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/138819528716219991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=138819528716219991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/138819528716219991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/138819528716219991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-nomad-wandering-around-no-haste.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-4624428528652573750</id><published>2009-10-08T16:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:14:13.484+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;There are times when I smile without reason&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I cry too&lt;br /&gt;But the smiles &amp;amp; tears are there for a reason&lt;br /&gt;And for me that reason is u&lt;br /&gt;I accept now that love is special&lt;br /&gt;When you know that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I love u&lt;br /&gt;I know u love me too&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be tough times&lt;br /&gt;Times when everything will seem wrong&lt;br /&gt;I pray we find the courage then&lt;br /&gt;To hold on &amp;amp; be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can’t promise u all the happiness&lt;br /&gt;Though with all my heart I’ll try&lt;br /&gt;The only promise I can make now&lt;br /&gt;Is to love u till I die...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-4624428528652573750?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/4624428528652573750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=4624428528652573750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/4624428528652573750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/4624428528652573750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-times-when-i-smile-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-203044330894912940</id><published>2009-07-16T16:01:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:03:10.524+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I explain what’s happening now&lt;br /&gt;How do i express what’s within me&lt;br /&gt;How is it that this feeling just grows?&lt;br /&gt;How is that it grips every bit of me&lt;br /&gt;How every day is now newer than before?&lt;br /&gt;How everyday my heart grows fonder&lt;br /&gt;How is that the more I try to stop the more I can’t?&lt;br /&gt;How is that it’s is difficult to stay away longer&lt;br /&gt;How is that I see u when ur not around&lt;br /&gt;How is that I can feel u too&lt;br /&gt;How is that I miss u every moment&lt;br /&gt;And hope that ur missing me too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-203044330894912940?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/203044330894912940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=203044330894912940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/203044330894912940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/203044330894912940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-i-explain-whats-happening-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-9149631423098126117</id><published>2009-06-17T21:22:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:22:58.150+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life is not our mere existence&lt;br /&gt;Life is not just about being here&lt;br /&gt;Life takes more than we can give&lt;br /&gt;Life shows us that we can care&lt;br /&gt;Life is not the million times we fell&lt;br /&gt;Or vengeance burning like hell&lt;br /&gt;Life is love, love is life&lt;br /&gt;Life is to give &amp;amp; with nothing survive&lt;br /&gt;Life calls us every time we turn our back&lt;br /&gt;Life asks us not to lose track&lt;br /&gt;Life says there is much more&lt;br /&gt;Why be in a hurry to reach the shore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-9149631423098126117?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/9149631423098126117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=9149631423098126117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/9149631423098126117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/9149631423098126117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-not-our-mere-existence-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-7169993367226829444</id><published>2009-02-25T16:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:19:30.994+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unseen the roads, I take to thee&lt;br /&gt;Heart full of hope as I cross this sea&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is all I can now feel&lt;br /&gt;The wounds finally start to heal.&lt;br /&gt;The closer I get, the more that’s to see&lt;br /&gt;What’s outside &amp;amp; what’s within me&lt;br /&gt;What’s my choice &amp;amp; what’s meant to be&lt;br /&gt;What I need to do &amp;amp; what to leave to thee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-7169993367226829444?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/7169993367226829444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=7169993367226829444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/7169993367226829444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/7169993367226829444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/02/unseen-roads-i-take-to-thee-heart-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-284311721304216009</id><published>2009-01-27T17:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:03:33.785+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep searching day in and day out&lt;br /&gt;But the search is where it was and all I see is a cloud&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is it that made me walk miles&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and theres ur smile.&lt;br /&gt;The days get tougher as they pass&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly let go of my beliefs and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep going cos the search is on&lt;br /&gt;And ur smile is the only thing which makes me move on&lt;br /&gt;Things change with time &amp;amp; time changes too&lt;br /&gt;The only constant seems to be the smile I hold on to&lt;br /&gt;All my faith is questioned now&lt;br /&gt;My trust in u and above all love&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell all that I can’t show what they ask for?&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is my heart, my soul &amp;amp; my only power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the one who makes all of us move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-284311721304216009?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/284311721304216009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=284311721304216009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/284311721304216009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/284311721304216009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-keep-searching-day-in-and-day-out-but_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-4093294270712140835</id><published>2009-01-10T01:15:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:03:26.751+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As a child I was made to believe&lt;br /&gt;That destiny was yours alone to weave&lt;br /&gt;Dreams were for a purpose&lt;br /&gt;They were to be turned real for the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do&lt;br /&gt;No restrictions whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;Cos life was a game to be played&lt;br /&gt;By looking in its eyes, not running for cover&lt;br /&gt;No mistake was too small to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Nor too big to be frowned upon&lt;br /&gt;Each experience was a lesson&lt;br /&gt;To be learnt from &amp;amp; then move on&lt;br /&gt;Few words reassured me&lt;br /&gt;Every time I was low&lt;br /&gt;You are no less than anyone&lt;br /&gt;Nor is anyone less than you&lt;br /&gt;Treat all who come along with love&lt;br /&gt;And forgive the hurtful few&lt;br /&gt;When something ends, something new begins&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on and you’ll know&lt;br /&gt;When the heat becomes unbearable&lt;br /&gt;It sure will start to snow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-4093294270712140835?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/4093294270712140835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=4093294270712140835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/4093294270712140835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/4093294270712140835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-child-i-was-made-to-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-550003602991544694</id><published>2008-12-23T16:28:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:23:15.084+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wats&lt;/span&gt; worse..a heart that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; ache&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; heart which aches,&lt;br /&gt;or a heart whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; you were so sure of&lt;br /&gt;refuses to give what it takes?&lt;br /&gt;do you consider this as a battle not fought yet won?&lt;br /&gt;or complications averted before they even began??&lt;br /&gt;however you put it across, its for no one to see,&lt;br /&gt;what it might have turned out or how it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;funny thing this mind is which acts as if it knows it all,&lt;br /&gt;not realising that its the heart which takes a hit when it falls.&lt;br /&gt;it moves ahead trying to prove everyone wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Covering the tattered seams just to prove that its strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-550003602991544694?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/550003602991544694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=550003602991544694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/550003602991544694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/550003602991544694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/12/wats-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-3727637008776042523</id><published>2008-12-02T21:47:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:52:37.419+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It stood standstill&lt;br /&gt;For a brief moment&lt;br /&gt;Then again it started&lt;br /&gt;Then again it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its routine&lt;br /&gt;As vague as itself&lt;br /&gt;A routine wheel like&lt;br /&gt;Of no one ones interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few stops now and then&lt;br /&gt;To grab a few smiles&lt;br /&gt;Few words it holds on&lt;br /&gt;Just before they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again the wheels go&lt;br /&gt;On a road not yet laid&lt;br /&gt;With a routine, it has known&lt;br /&gt;Not yet tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small dedication to people of Mumbai..a city Ive grown to love so much that it can never cease to be a part of me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-3727637008776042523?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/3727637008776042523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=3727637008776042523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3727637008776042523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3727637008776042523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-stood-standstill-for-brief-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-6011634719757420006</id><published>2008-11-06T18:38:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:42:04.442+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It happens to everyone&lt;br /&gt;And I am no different&lt;br /&gt;I have my lows &amp;amp; highs&lt;br /&gt;And times when I am indifferent&lt;br /&gt;Times when I need laughter around&lt;br /&gt;Times when I need peace&lt;br /&gt;Times when I need someone to hold to&lt;br /&gt;Times when I hide behind trees&lt;br /&gt;Times when all I need is noise&lt;br /&gt;Times when quietness I seek&lt;br /&gt;Times when I would go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Times when I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to speak&lt;br /&gt;Times when I would be broken within&lt;br /&gt;Yet Ill put on a smile and go around&lt;br /&gt;Cos I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t want the sadness within me&lt;br /&gt;To get others down&lt;br /&gt;And in all those times I hear this voice&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I just know this too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;I just need to hold on, I always have a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-6011634719757420006?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/6011634719757420006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=6011634719757420006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6011634719757420006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6011634719757420006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-happens-to-everyone-and-i-am-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-8092217549014346998</id><published>2008-10-13T17:49:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:01:10.904+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time life poses a question,&lt;br /&gt;We run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;helter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for answers,&lt;br /&gt;We find for some, for some we don’t,&lt;br /&gt;And for rest we take our chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every answer we find, we spawn questions more,&lt;br /&gt;And to find more answers we again run around unsure.&lt;br /&gt;We fear to take our chances, when that’s all we can do,&lt;br /&gt;Cos neither do I know the outcome, nor any sure are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we fear to take our chances?&lt;br /&gt;When anyway there’s nothing else we can do,&lt;br /&gt;Doubt the existence of any answer,&lt;br /&gt;Without searching inside your heart true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-8092217549014346998?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/8092217549014346998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=8092217549014346998' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/8092217549014346998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/8092217549014346998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/10/every-time-life-poses-question-we-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-7253562118965756912</id><published>2008-10-12T23:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:03:18.854+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog turns 3..Yipppeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-7253562118965756912?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/7253562118965756912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=7253562118965756912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/7253562118965756912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/7253562118965756912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blog-turns-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-8807463500383494589</id><published>2008-10-03T19:17:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:52:50.993+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Tiny crystals scattered all around&lt;br /&gt;Prances everywhere without being bound&lt;br /&gt;Covers u in its fervor when it falls on u&lt;br /&gt;Try to escape but its chillness grips u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each crystal so pure&lt;br /&gt;Melts down everything unsure&lt;br /&gt;All around there’s a silken hue&lt;br /&gt;Everything shines bright &amp;amp; new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extend my arms &amp;amp; try to hold&lt;br /&gt;These tiny drops in my palms fold&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to drown in these thousand glitters&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything around cold &amp;amp; bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize that there’s little that I hold&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but traces left in my palms fold&lt;br /&gt;Traces that’ll fade along with this rain&lt;br /&gt;Just like all the bitterness and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along will come a bright new day&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning a new ray&lt;br /&gt;Of hope, love &amp;amp; laughter&lt;br /&gt;Clearer than yesterday…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rain has an effect on everything it touches..somehow nothing stays the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-8807463500383494589?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/8807463500383494589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=8807463500383494589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/8807463500383494589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/8807463500383494589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiny-crystals-scattered-all-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-3923632557298226336</id><published>2008-09-15T02:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:03:35.283+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I stand in front of the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;struggling to see,&lt;br /&gt;Stuck between all the truth &amp;amp; lies&lt;br /&gt;Is it really me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am I as tough as I appear?&lt;br /&gt;To the people around who see&lt;br /&gt;An image they hold on to&lt;br /&gt;But is it really me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Are my wishes any different now?&lt;br /&gt;From what I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Do I care any less?&lt;br /&gt;For the dreams I had when I was four&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why have I decided?&lt;br /&gt;to wear this cape?&lt;br /&gt;What am I hiding from?&lt;br /&gt;from what am I trying to escape?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I can see now is a different me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Struggling between truth &amp;amp; reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Searching for my true identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One that’s not around for people to see&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Just my take on all our lives!! might be true might not…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-3923632557298226336?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/3923632557298226336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=3923632557298226336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3923632557298226336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3923632557298226336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-stand-in-front-of-mirror-struggling.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-119329997152322658</id><published>2008-03-30T17:24:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:36:29.203+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For U..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter if its now gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter that u were let down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter that the heart is now in pieces&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; wondering if she still misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you've  given is worth more&lt;br /&gt;not worth answering to get a score&lt;br /&gt;I know it breaks u to see her go&lt;br /&gt;but I just wanted to let u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was love..but now its gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame the love cos its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life, just hang on&lt;br /&gt;Friendship will help u move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-119329997152322658?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/119329997152322658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=119329997152322658' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/119329997152322658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/119329997152322658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-3893492322549684278</id><published>2008-03-15T05:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:30:58.521+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the midst of all the chaos, I just wonder, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mind is flooded with thoughts to ponder&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Memories float in this ocean of thoughts&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And in between the ocean I find myself lost.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friends have gone never to return&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eyes don’t show but heart still yearns&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder sometimes is this what I’ve earned&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What were we then &amp;amp; look how we’ve turned&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eyes closed I try to cry&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But tears don’t trickle and eyes run dry&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have I lost myself in this rush to the peak?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why don’t the words come,why do I struggle to speak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-3893492322549684278?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/3893492322549684278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=3893492322549684278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3893492322549684278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3893492322549684278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/03/mute.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-2434158360608025153</id><published>2008-03-07T01:30:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:08:20.765+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Unconditional Love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I ve always tried to understand what defines love...somehow i used to think that it was a feeling so surreal that to experience it would be nothing less than a dream..unconditional love..naah that didnt exist..in books may be sometimes but in reality never...guess somethings are bound to change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;somehow most of the relationships are always give and take..friends..siblings..even probly the relationship with ur partner..but i for once found a being which would love u irrespective of what you are, who you are or even how ur...messy hair...in ur pyjamas...when ur fuming with anger or even when ur sad..it doesnt care about anything..it just knows that it loves u &amp;amp; has the faith that irrespective of everything u will continue to love it..protect it &amp;amp; it will do everything in its might to protect u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I ve never owned a 'Dog'..but somehow I ve learnt to appreciate &amp;amp; love this trusted friend..the small things that this thing does never fails to surprise me..the fact that this relationship doesn't need a language to communicate..a simple touch..peck on its head...a hug &amp;amp; thats it..here is a companion which will be beside u when ur down..cant talk but still will show that it cares...show its unbound happiness when it sees u every single day, when u return home after a tiring day at office...each day is a blessing &amp;amp; it shows u that its not wrong to be happy every single day..tough times will come &amp;amp; go but still there is a life which wants u too enjoy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Unconditional love, they would learn, comes in many forms" (Marley &amp;amp; me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-2434158360608025153?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/2434158360608025153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=2434158360608025153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/2434158360608025153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/2434158360608025153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/03/unconditional-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-2820804712567321040</id><published>2008-02-15T19:12:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:31:09.144+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Marriages are made in heaven &amp;amp; served on earth…I guess search for the right vessel is what we all do here.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-2820804712567321040?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/2820804712567321040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=2820804712567321040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/2820804712567321040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/2820804712567321040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/02/marriages-are-made-in-heaven-served-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-1405513467316027574</id><published>2008-01-15T22:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:44:04.892+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I ve been thinking for a long time as to how I would sum up the last entire year in few lines..cos eventful probably is an understatement to describe the year gone by. Lots of ups and few downs..lots of memories &amp;amp; few frowns..its was absolutely an year to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Quoting a quote is probably clichéd, but how many times have u actually come across one which u truly believe in? I read this one somewhere few months back &amp;amp; couldn’t help accepting the fact that I truly believed in this one….."The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page." 2007 truly was the year of travel, new places, new people, new friends what more could one ask for..it actually started of with the first outing in end of 2006 to Mangalore..that was probably the best way to end that year &amp;amp; set a precedent for the year to come..and 2007 completely lived up to all the expectations!…so a quick glance at the travel marathon anyone?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Innumerable trips to Chennai (my colleagues find this quite puzzling!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Few trips to Mumbai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Tenkasi in Feb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Ooty in April&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baroda&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in May&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Goa&lt;/st1:place&gt; in August &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pondicherry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in August&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cochin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; in October&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Orange &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;County&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kabini&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in November&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Kurumbha in November&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baroda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; again in November&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &amp;amp; near by places end December&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I practically lived out of a suitcase last year…tried to squeeze in sleep some sleep whenever possible…worked over weekends, pushed myself to extremes…and wow was it fun!!! Don’t think ill do this again but glad that I did last year….I welcome u all to be a part of&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;few of those memorable moments..&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zYor6igXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zE7YI52fOGU/s1600-h/Mlore+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155733866926997874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zYor6igXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zE7YI52fOGU/s320/Mlore+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bankers at Mangalore (end 2006)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZeb6igYI/AAAAAAAAA2c/6vUyV6wr5g0/s1600-h/Mlore+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734790344966530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZeb6igYI/AAAAAAAAA2c/6vUyV6wr5g0/s320/Mlore+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome 3!&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TAtb6ih6I/AAAAAAAABDo/_0ejXgXKYYQ/s1600-h/New+Year+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157959360065996706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TAtb6ih6I/AAAAAAAABDo/_0ejXgXKYYQ/s320/New+Year+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year (31Dec2006)&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1k76ihnI/AAAAAAAABBI/mKwYJbdiRig/s1600-h/Ooty+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157947119409202802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1k76ihnI/AAAAAAAABBI/mKwYJbdiRig/s320/Ooty+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont remember the name of this place..was absolutely lovely!(April 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1k76ihoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-ZxyMj2V27E/s1600-h/Ooty+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157947119409202818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1k76ihoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-ZxyMj2V27E/s320/Ooty+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this pic taken on the way to Pykara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1lb6ihqI/AAAAAAAABBg/qABNZGiODNE/s1600-h/Ooty+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157947127999137442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1lb6ihqI/AAAAAAAABBg/qABNZGiODNE/s320/Ooty+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pykara falls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1lb6ihpI/AAAAAAAABBY/nURRfz4hTTs/s1600-h/Ooty+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157947127999137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5S1lb6ihpI/AAAAAAAABBY/nURRfz4hTTs/s320/Ooty+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say?&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZer6igZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/xAoMzj3zWLc/s1600-h/Baroda+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734794639933842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZer6igZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/xAoMzj3zWLc/s320/Baroda+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With amma &amp;amp; appa at ambaji.(May 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZe76igaI/AAAAAAAAA2s/MoHPUYBxD6g/s1600-h/Baroda+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734798934901154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZe76igaI/AAAAAAAAA2s/MoHPUYBxD6g/s320/Baroda+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZ2b6igdI/AAAAAAAAA3E/s3oxHumKBoY/s1600-h/Goa+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735202661827026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZ2b6igdI/AAAAAAAAA3E/s3oxHumKBoY/s320/Goa+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZfL6igcI/AAAAAAAAA28/s6UqEmZ5twk/s1600-h/Goa+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734803229868482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZfL6igcI/AAAAAAAAA28/s6UqEmZ5twk/s320/Goa+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely Goa!! Calm beach..friends..what more do u want?(August 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZ2r6igeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/p6RFyikGlFs/s1600-h/Goa+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735206956794338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZ2r6igeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/p6RFyikGlFs/s320/Goa+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZe76igbI/AAAAAAAAA20/TjoyEAOvcno/s1600-h/Goa+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734798934901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZe76igbI/AAAAAAAAA20/TjoyEAOvcno/s320/Goa+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZ276iggI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8z57E-vKcwE/s1600-h/Pudu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735211251761666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zZ276iggI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8z57E-vKcwE/s320/Pudu+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pondicherry..(August 2007)&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaFb6igiI/AAAAAAAAA3s/c8ShzXhB31I/s1600-h/Cochin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735460359864866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaFb6igiI/AAAAAAAAA3s/c8ShzXhB31I/s320/Cochin+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cochin boat fiasco!!(Oct 2007)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaFr6igjI/AAAAAAAAA30/ZQVb-9glntk/s1600-h/Cochin+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735464654832178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaFr6igjI/AAAAAAAAA30/ZQVb-9glntk/s320/Cochin+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaF76igkI/AAAAAAAAA38/9lh48Sc_SsQ/s1600-h/Cochin+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735468949799490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaF76igkI/AAAAAAAAA38/9lh48Sc_SsQ/s320/Cochin+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlast on dry surface!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zagb6iglI/AAAAAAAAA4E/_F1AP0UyGl0/s1600-h/Cochin+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735924216332882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zagb6iglI/AAAAAAAAA4E/_F1AP0UyGl0/s320/Cochin+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy to be alive! Should be this was my third accident last year!! didnt I say last year was eventful! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaFL6ighI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3ub2yYCenE8/s1600-h/Cochin+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735456064897554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zaFL6ighI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3ub2yYCenE8/s320/Cochin+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when the boat ride started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zagr6igmI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ljxT4UFkdNw/s1600-h/Cochin+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735928511300194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zagr6igmI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ljxT4UFkdNw/s320/Cochin+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pirates Night! had a blast..danced the night away!&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TFH76ih9I/AAAAAAAABEA/nbjlp5TNCbE/s1600-h/orange_county1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157964213379041234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TFH76ih9I/AAAAAAAABEA/nbjlp5TNCbE/s320/orange_county1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orange Coutny Kabini (Nov 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TFIL6ih-I/AAAAAAAABEI/tudGMIW3RvA/s1600-h/orange_county2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157964217674008546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TFIL6ih-I/AAAAAAAABEI/tudGMIW3RvA/s320/orange_county2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TFIL6ih_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/PnbVgm16u7I/s1600-h/orange_county3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157964217674008562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5TFIL6ih_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/PnbVgm16u7I/s320/orange_county3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zagr6ignI/AAAAAAAAA4U/v9YCURZV5WI/s1600-h/Kuru+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735928511300210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zagr6ignI/AAAAAAAAA4U/v9YCURZV5WI/s320/Kuru+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nature at its best at Kurumba..(Nov 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zag76igoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/kF3Z-Z3ViDw/s1600-h/Kuru+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735932806267522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zag76igoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/kF3Z-Z3ViDw/s320/Kuru+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4za576igrI/AAAAAAAAA40/aDRusbrepxw/s1600-h/kuru+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155736362302997170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4za576igrI/AAAAAAAAA40/aDRusbrepxw/s320/kuru+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morning trek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4za5r6igpI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yjYGOIfi0MU/s1600-h/Kuru+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155736358008029842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4za5r6igpI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yjYGOIfi0MU/s320/Kuru+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4za6b6igsI/AAAAAAAAA48/AiY1KyzqS_k/s1600-h/Baroda+N1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155736370892931778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4za6b6igsI/AAAAAAAAA48/AiY1KyzqS_k/s320/Baroda+N1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Parents..miss them a lot!!!(Nov 2007)&lt;br /&gt;11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249458837154492818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/SNnS_-Og8ZI/AAAAAAAADXM/QuMoFAxspg4/s320/4654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wonderla!!!!!!!!!!!                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Suq76ihVI/AAAAAAAAA-w/0mplKEAZGPo/s1600-h/Mysore+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157939525907023186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Suq76ihVI/AAAAAAAAA-w/0mplKEAZGPo/s320/Mysore+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mysore Butterfly park(Dec 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Surb6ihWI/AAAAAAAAA-4/I4fd-HhhMgI/s1600-h/Mysore+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157939534496957794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Surb6ihWI/AAAAAAAAA-4/I4fd-HhhMgI/s320/Mysore+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Sur76ihXI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2TE_BF6AXoY/s1600-h/Mysore+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157939543086892402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Sur76ihXI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2TE_BF6AXoY/s320/Mysore+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5SxZr6ihfI/AAAAAAAABAE/4HCvc42-3VI/s1600-h/Mysore+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157942528089163250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5SxZr6ihfI/AAAAAAAABAE/4HCvc42-3VI/s320/Mysore+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Balmuri Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5SxaL6ihgI/AAAAAAAABAM/9VqS1xUoIyQ/s1600-h/Mysore+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157942536679097858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5SxaL6ihgI/AAAAAAAABAM/9VqS1xUoIyQ/s320/Mysore+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome spins!! though got shit scared then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Sxar6ihhI/AAAAAAAABAU/6478EFVBDug/s1600-h/Mysore+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157942545269032466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R5Sxar6ihhI/AAAAAAAABAU/6478EFVBDug/s320/Mysore+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys cook for a change! but got to accept one of the best breakfast I ve ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun to relive memories..each pic has a story &amp;amp; each one makes u smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all those for whom 2007 wasn't that great &amp;amp; are feeling down...dont worry guys remember the year has just begun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil late but nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish u all a Great Year ahead!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-1405513467316027574?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/1405513467316027574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=1405513467316027574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/1405513467316027574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/1405513467316027574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-ve-been-thinking-for-long-time-as-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPxbFPFheF4/R4zYor6igXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zE7YI52fOGU/s72-c/Mlore+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-6694074258146061619</id><published>2007-11-01T03:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:05:00.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was checking out my archives, kind of like going through old albums. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; when I realised that its been over 2 years since my 1st blog Wow!! October 10, 2005. What started out as a fad actually has now become part n parcel of my life...every emotion worth remembering has been penned down here. Ive never maintained journals or diaries ever..but this one is surely worth holding on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-6694074258146061619?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/6694074258146061619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=6694074258146061619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6694074258146061619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6694074258146061619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/11/was-checking-out-my-archives-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-490742571463595286</id><published>2007-10-27T22:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:54:19.245+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not something which happens everyday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;it will happen once and then forever stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;It wont ask questions, it wont hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;it will just come and take along with it your only day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;It wont wait even if people cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;it wont see what you did and what you tried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;it will neither be cruel nor will it be nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;but surely it'll bring tears to everyone's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;It'll come to you, it'll come to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;it wont give you time to turn around and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;It wont tell you when, it wont tell you why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;So just love your life when you are alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-490742571463595286?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/490742571463595286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=490742571463595286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/490742571463595286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/490742571463595286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-something-which-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-535701005647440373</id><published>2007-09-08T18:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:46:57.333+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wrote this for a friend...but i guess applicable for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There are lots of memories in your mind to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lots to laugh at &amp;amp; some to weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dont ever stop, just move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cos there are miles to go before u sleep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-535701005647440373?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/535701005647440373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=535701005647440373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/535701005647440373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/535701005647440373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/09/wrote-this-for-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-2816010590972778526</id><published>2007-08-15T04:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:54:48.267+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="times new roman"&gt;Words fell short of the apology due&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in my throat as it struggled to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="times new roman"&gt;Your words still ring in my ear&lt;br /&gt;The concern in your voice is all that I now hear&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="times new roman"&gt;I know not what I will do&lt;br /&gt;If not for your friendship true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="times new roman"&gt;There will be always those moments where&lt;br /&gt;Those words come out with none to spare&lt;o:p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="times new roman"&gt;I know that you care; it shows in your eye&lt;br /&gt;I could see it in the tear drops though u didn’t cry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="times new roman"&gt;The silence around is still waiting to be broken&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights waiting to be woken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment is long gone leaving me teary&lt;br /&gt;I wish u could just hear me say “I am Sorry”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-2816010590972778526?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/2816010590972778526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=2816010590972778526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/2816010590972778526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/2816010590972778526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/08/words-fell-short-of-apology-due-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-3344914138290804024</id><published>2007-07-23T20:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:48:20.545+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I have questioned myself time and again,&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you measure your life by?&lt;br /&gt;What is that you consider success?&lt;br /&gt;And what are the failures gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever pondered what is that you love?&lt;br /&gt;And what are those moments you can never forget?&lt;br /&gt;What is that which makes your heart move?&lt;br /&gt;And what fills it with regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of those moments close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Today I’ve penned down here&lt;br /&gt;Few moments that bought a smile to my face&lt;br /&gt;And few that bought some tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days spent in that rusty train&lt;br /&gt;Every summer, every year&lt;br /&gt;Times when we cousins got wet in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And then waited for the scolding with fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I spent with my grand parents&lt;br /&gt;Still brings a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;The long for the touch of my parents&lt;br /&gt;Still makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carefree days spent with my friends&lt;br /&gt;The love I got from one and all&lt;br /&gt;The bond that held us together for years&lt;br /&gt;Breaking each and every fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First love, first heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;And the sleepless nights filled with heartache&lt;br /&gt;Hours spent chatting over the phone&lt;br /&gt;With friends more willing to give than ever take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us have those special moments&lt;br /&gt;Which we seldom think about&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in this busy life&lt;br /&gt;Caught in lot of doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember days will soon pass and so will years&lt;br /&gt;And little will be left at the end of all&lt;br /&gt;All that will be left are those special moments captured in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold on to them &amp;amp; to never let them part. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-3344914138290804024?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/3344914138290804024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=3344914138290804024' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3344914138290804024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3344914138290804024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-questioned-myself-time-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-8823961237811303740</id><published>2007-03-27T01:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:48:59.698+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I let you walk ahead, not to lead me,&lt;br /&gt;I let u go cos your shadow is what I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;I let you fall not to see u bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know, I will be there whenever you need.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I never liked to see you hurt, but that’s what I did,&lt;br /&gt;I did see the pain in your eyes &amp;amp; the tears it hid.&lt;br /&gt;I just waited for the right time &amp;amp; the right moment,&lt;br /&gt;But long before I realized the truth, that time had come &amp;amp; long left.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To love, yet hurt, to reach &amp;amp; then forget&lt;br /&gt;I accept I did that, didn’t u do the same?&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed &amp;amp; we have moved on&lt;br /&gt;But look where It has got us, isn’t it a shame?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everything that happened was for our good without any doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Friends or acquaintance whatever we may now be.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about the past can I change or now write about,&lt;br /&gt;Things could have been little better is all that I can now agree.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont know what was I thinking when i wrote this..just a flood of thoughts i happened to pen down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-8823961237811303740?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/8823961237811303740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=8823961237811303740' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/8823961237811303740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/8823961237811303740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-let-you-walk-ahead-not-to-lead-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-9076613733634598605</id><published>2007-03-24T01:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:37:37.516+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lot of questions within me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;answers for which I dont know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certain feelings surface up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unknown they are, or probably I am afraid to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Longing for something new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet a fear exists that doesn't seem to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am at loss of words at this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;too scared to let anyone know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything around seems to be a mystery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting to be unravelled on my way as I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-9076613733634598605?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/9076613733634598605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=9076613733634598605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/9076613733634598605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/9076613733634598605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/03/lot-of-questions-within-me-answers-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-6509604781508686623</id><published>2007-03-10T17:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:49:51.279+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wishes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If wishes were wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I would love to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Above everything in the clear blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To a place away from all the troubles &amp;amp; all the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No hearts ever broken or feelings hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All that would exist is a carefree world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A world filled with happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A world filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-6509604781508686623?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/6509604781508686623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=6509604781508686623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6509604781508686623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6509604781508686623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/03/wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-6076665388533165307</id><published>2007-03-06T01:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:59:00.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;On Request all from the past...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;for J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Those long hours of waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Never did I feel the time pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Times when you didn't turn up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Never once did I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;All alone waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The only thing I could see was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Your face, Your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No explanations ever asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Never did I ask why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Even as I sit here today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Longing to hear from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I know in the depth of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What I wish for is never going to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-6076665388533165307?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/6076665388533165307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=6076665388533165307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6076665388533165307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/6076665388533165307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-request-all-from-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-5582789172220082449</id><published>2007-01-20T15:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:44:22.821+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For My Family....My Lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not many in life get the opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities that I’ve got,&lt;br /&gt;Not many understand how lucky they have been,&lt;br /&gt;Until all is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Not many take out the time to tell the ones they love,&lt;br /&gt;That life without them wouldn’t be worth living,&lt;br /&gt;For they have been the ones who taught them that life’s all about giving.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It doesn’t require a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;To tell the ones u love,&lt;br /&gt;That they have been the small miracles&lt;br /&gt;That god sent from above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-5582789172220082449?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/5582789172220082449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=5582789172220082449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/5582789172220082449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/5582789172220082449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-3216360482985842110</id><published>2007-01-20T04:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T04:09:53.706+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remembering Lost Love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://mobile.qs.kiev.ua/images/mobiles/nokia/6270.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://mobile.qs.kiev.ua/images/mobiles/nokia/6270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood : Pretty pissed off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-3216360482985842110?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/3216360482985842110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=3216360482985842110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3216360482985842110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/3216360482985842110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/01/remembering-lost-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-687833752314715375</id><published>2007-01-14T14:01:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:55:35.715+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes my heart just breaks inside but I try to smile&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the paths are filled with fog &amp;amp; I have to walk a mile&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what I see is unclear, truths hidden everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can feel is hope disappearing in thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I look for answers around &amp;amp; nowhere can I find&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the thoughts are in motion &amp;amp; chaos in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just float around motionless, in the sea of silence&lt;br /&gt;And I can see hope &amp;amp; despair walk around like friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not all that life has to offer is sweet my dear&lt;br /&gt;Not all who are around you will understand your fear&lt;br /&gt;And there will be lots of moments where you will struggle to see&lt;br /&gt;The difference between dreams &amp;amp; reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it’s in those desperate moments that you must remember&lt;br /&gt;That though there is lots unseen hidden under cover&lt;br /&gt;And lots that you might want but will seldom get&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift you need to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Live it don’t breeze through or it’ll be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-687833752314715375?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/687833752314715375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=687833752314715375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/687833752314715375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/687833752314715375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope-sometimes-my-heart-just-breaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-7840847361488828277</id><published>2006-12-03T23:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:21:32.058+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let Go.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today will be the last day, that your thoughts crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the last day, in darkness Ill try to find&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the last day that I will shed tears few&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the last day, when I would really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all long ago, that laughter, those tears&lt;br /&gt;Moments together, when I forgot all my fears&lt;br /&gt;All that ever was, has vanished into thin air&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to all that just doesn’t seem anymore fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is not that easy, though that’s the thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Let go of love, tears just to tell you about emotions few&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the feelings which I never before knew&lt;br /&gt;Never until the day I met you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-7840847361488828277?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/7840847361488828277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=7840847361488828277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/7840847361488828277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/7840847361488828277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-116274964153653899</id><published>2006-11-06T02:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:12:43.226+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as strong as you perceive me to be&lt;br /&gt;Not a weakling though I do scar, as u can see&lt;br /&gt;Plain smile on my face, can deceive one &amp; all&lt;br /&gt;But hidden in that smile are those tears, which just refuse to fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories fade &amp;amp; the faces cloud&lt;br /&gt;But the heart still cries, clear &amp; loud&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that someone might just hear&lt;br /&gt;I just walk away till there is no one near.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have come far, thats what I think&lt;br /&gt;When I hear footsteps following me&lt;br /&gt;I stop I turn, &amp;amp; find you all there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to take me along, help me break free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-116274964153653899?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/116274964153653899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=116274964153653899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/116274964153653899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/116274964153653899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-not-as-strong-as-you-perceive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-114708815257766255</id><published>2006-05-08T20:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.962+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears welled up in my eyes, when I saw that innocent face&lt;br /&gt;Let down by life &amp; troubled by fate.&lt;br /&gt;All I could see was the question in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Whom do we love &amp;amp; whom do we hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grew up listening to tales like all of us&lt;br /&gt;Tales of valor, tales of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Tales of peace &amp; tales of love&lt;br /&gt;Tales which he believed in, more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he wrong in loving everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Or was he wrong when he gave a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;Was he wrong when he gave a shoulder to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Or kissed the face on which the tears ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life was nothing but one big question,&lt;br /&gt;Answers for which no one had,&lt;br /&gt;All those people who grieved today&lt;br /&gt;Were the same bunch who till yesterday never cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I read the comments &amp;amp; thought Ill mention whom I wrote this for &amp; why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last week Mr. Satyanarayana was dastardly killed by Taliban militants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The very next day the family received condolence messages from all over the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Announcements were made &amp; compensations were given. He is survived by his wife &amp;amp; his three kids..&amp;amp; one look into those teary eyes will tell you for whom I wrote this. I started writing this poem last week but couldnt find lines to end it...Exactly a week after the incident I noticed that there was no news on the family...What happened to his wife who had tried to commit suicide...what about his kids?? what about the compensations??? All that was left were the news paper clippings....Thats why I left the last lines abrupt cos thats the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-114708815257766255?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/114708815257766255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=114708815257766255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114708815257766255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114708815257766255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/05/tears-welled-up-in-my-eyes-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-114353674238722258</id><published>2006-03-28T13:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.902+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Read this one now....&amp; felt it applies to all of us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any change, any loss,  does not make us victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Others can shake you, surprise you or dissapoint you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But they cant prevent you from moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter where you are in life, no matter what your situation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can always do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On every turn of life, you always have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that choice can be your power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-114353674238722258?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/114353674238722258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=114353674238722258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114353674238722258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114353674238722258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/03/read-this-one-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-114294914818398878</id><published>2006-03-21T22:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:14:56.298+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travel on roads leading to the unknown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we see it all there &amp; yet when we reach there its all gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;each step takes you little closer, yet each step draws you back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;teaches you on your way that there’s a lot to be learnt &amp;amp; lots that you lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-114294914818398878?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/114294914818398878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=114294914818398878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114294914818398878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114294914818398878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-travel-on-roads-leading-to-unknown_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-114086939260508826</id><published>2006-02-25T20:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:16:58.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I long to see is the laughter in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;words unspoken, ur eyes give out miles,&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I hold u, nor see u break,&lt;br /&gt;torn between my heart &amp; head...&lt;br /&gt;I see u there &amp;amp; nothing is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days pass by &amp; so do years,&lt;br /&gt;Ur still there Iam still here,&lt;br /&gt;Still I see that emptiness in ur eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I know theres something, I try to tell u &amp;amp; then&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just flies &amp; U move on,&lt;br /&gt;U smile all the way, but eyes still long...&lt;br /&gt;I just see u there &amp;amp; pray that u stay happy&lt;br /&gt;There always will be few words i longed to hear..&lt;br /&gt;I know there was something, but never anything said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-114086939260508826?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/114086939260508826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=114086939260508826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114086939260508826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/114086939260508826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-i-long-to-see-is-laughter-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-113799222683918070</id><published>2006-01-23T13:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:18:17.152+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written Loooong Back...but one of my all time favs....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;far beyond the noise of the madenning crowd&lt;br /&gt;i hear u whisper in my ears&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everything around me seems to go silent&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everyone motion less&lt;br /&gt;all that is left is this weird solitude&lt;br /&gt;and i find u nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;search for u is all do&lt;br /&gt;is it madness or is it love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-113799222683918070?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/113799222683918070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=113799222683918070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113799222683918070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113799222683918070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/01/written-loooong-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-113681720589523354</id><published>2006-01-09T23:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.469+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read this somewhere few days back...&lt;br /&gt;There are two primary choices in life - to accept conditions as they exist&lt;br /&gt;or accept responsibility for changing them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There have been lots of instances in my life where ive found myself at crossroads...my mind telling somethin &amp; my heart something else. its like a another person exists within u who has different tastes, different priorities, different likes &amp;amp; dislikes...One more logical &amp; cautious, living this life based on a tried &amp; tested recipe...Knowing what will be the outcome, &amp;amp; always sure that nothing radically bad is going to comeout it if not something extremely good. life will be just as it is...The other one wild, risk taker, craving for zeal in life, would love to take the untreaded path, not sure of what the outcome will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One single life..&amp; lots to explore. ist it too unfair???? at this time when iam sitting here in the office trying to just finish whats in hand...i could be somewhere else...doing something i love to do......options are unending...to be frank ive lived 22 yrs of my life the way i was told to live...studies career, marriage, kids, grandkids &amp;amp; so on, this is the conventional way of living...moreover the worst part is there is even a time line for all this....Few may think that living an unconventional life is running away from responsibilities....i disagree...it requirea a great deal of guts to break this system....live this life on your own terms &amp; conditions.....experience new things....&amp;amp; at the end of everything accept complete resposibility for what ever may be the outcome...just take each &amp;amp; everything as an experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-113681720589523354?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/113681720589523354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=113681720589523354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113681720589523354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113681720589523354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-read-this-somewhere-few-days-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-113644827934870714</id><published>2006-01-05T17:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.408+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tell u in my dreams, things I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss u on ur cheeks, when u walk away,&lt;br /&gt;When u hold me in ur arms,&lt;br /&gt;U take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Now its impossible to keep all this locked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wake up every morning, thinking bout u dear,&lt;br /&gt;Wish u would understand, wish that u could hear,&lt;br /&gt;All the words unspoken, buried in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Wish u could just feel it…wish that u were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the days just pass by, wondering what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Should I just tell u, or wait till u make a move,&lt;br /&gt;But all this wait is killing me, &amp; that’s the only truth,&lt;br /&gt;I love u with all my heart &amp;amp; that’s all I can do…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-113644827934870714?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/113644827934870714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=113644827934870714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113644827934870714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113644827934870714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-tell-u-in-my-dreams-things-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-113421415745581190</id><published>2005-12-11T09:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.327+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive heard this a number of times before "Live each day as if this is the last day you r ever gonna live" sounds simple right?? I used to listen &amp; just throw it from the other ear, i mean what do u do, every day u cant remind urself that start actually living not just existing right? I was proved wrong a few days back... Ive been proved wrong before but i still didnt listen...&amp;amp; then again i felt the slap on my face....its been 5 yrs since he passed away, everyone has moved on....every now &amp; then u do feel his presence but u know that he is nowhere....life was too simple then, i mean u have a bunch of ppl whi u care about &amp;amp; u spend time with them...when ur with ppl whom u love do we ever think how would life be if they werent there...we as individuals are nothing, our life has meaning only when u have ppl around whom u love &amp; care about, without them ur just a speck of dust. The day he left all of us crying i grew a little.....but that was 5 yrs back &amp;amp; this is now...There once was a family, a very happy family...very simple family..a family where love was the only wealth they could boast of...a family which had dreams...a father who believed in god more than anything elese...who prayed every single day for the safety of his family..a mother who adored her kids, loved them, nourished them &amp; protected them...&amp;amp; then there were kids who had dreams in their eyes dreams of rising in life....i just wish i cud write that they stayed happily ever after....just wish.....I pray that no one ever in their life should go through what this family has gone through....no father should see the day where he would have to emerse the ashes of his own daughter...no mother should see her beautiful daughter bleed to death &amp; no brother see his darling sister close her eyes &amp;amp; never wake up again.....16 an age where life just grows sweeter, an age where new feelings are born, an age where everything u do just seems right, an age to cherish, an age to smile...the age at which she closed her eyes forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-113421415745581190?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/113421415745581190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=113421415745581190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113421415745581190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113421415745581190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-heard-this-number-of-times-before_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-113024549974965369</id><published>2005-10-26T10:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.194+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rains.... &amp; more rains......the weather outside though too wet is awesome....given a choice i would just go  &amp; enjoy every bit of it...rains actually remind of those days when all of friends would just take our bikes out &amp;amp; ride to destinations undecided, eventually crash at some dhaba have awesome chai which would soothe our senses &amp; then just come back home....those drives....wild screams......hysterical laughing.....makes me wonder was it actually me??? guess it was.....these pictures come back to my mind as if they were all yesterday....years have passed all those animals have sobered down....few have actually been domesticated....tied down we are all, tied down by responsibilities...expectations...so on...gone are the days when we were impulsive...u know impulsiveness brings actually a different type of happiness....have u noticed the smile on faces of kids when they are happy??? just look at them &amp;amp; then ull realise y their faces glow with joy....kids never bother bout anything, they laugh when they want to....such innocence such beauty......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-113024549974965369?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/113024549974965369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=113024549974965369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113024549974965369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/113024549974965369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2005/10/rains.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-112929915574841096</id><published>2005-10-15T11:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.120+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its that time of the day when actually ur sensory organs start&lt;br /&gt;failing , &amp; u find urself in a state of absolute blankness....day is almost over...&amp;amp; ur worried looking at the amount of work still left to do which obviously will be carried over to the next day with a certain amount of uncertainity...( work not done today, who guarantees it will get done tomorrow?? )..this time of the day u actually start becoming philosophical asking questions like why this life?? what did u learn?? is this what u always wanted &amp;amp; so on....( see ones mind never stops ). Its funny to see how a person changes in a single day...right from the i can do anything mode in the morning to a i @@#%$**!%! hope thats all for today in the evening...guess wats there is more..we all are in a corporate world..for me take it literally..not much has changed in the world around me but i certainly wont say that bout my world...its a constant journey where destination is not decided. rightly said by someone all that we look forward in a journey is the end, but in the end u realise that its the journey which mattered the most...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-112929915574841096?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/112929915574841096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=112929915574841096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112929915574841096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112929915574841096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-that-time-of-day-when-actually-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-112901867110213130</id><published>2005-10-12T05:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:52.062+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is something i had penned down few months back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit to write for you today,&lt;br /&gt;Words come out few,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts are flooding my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But dont know what should i write for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should it be simple letter sealed with love,&lt;br /&gt;or a poem wrapped with warmth &amp; gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;or should I just tell you that when I see you iam in awe,&lt;br /&gt;For you have been there for me,&lt;br /&gt;completely &amp;amp; thats true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much ever we fought&lt;br /&gt;and god knows, the times were not few,&lt;br /&gt;you still came back to me&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tried to start everything anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In you my friend, is a friend I see,&lt;br /&gt;who'll walk with me &amp;amp; help me cross the sands of time,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hands, &amp;amp; be a shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Assure me that all would be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-112901867110213130?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/112901867110213130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=112901867110213130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112901867110213130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112901867110213130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-something-i-had-penned-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-112895054895224520</id><published>2005-10-12T03:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:51.998+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lilttle by little tears start to dry,&lt;br /&gt;little by little i can see the time pass by,&lt;br /&gt;little by little the smiles fade away,&lt;br /&gt;then i start to wonder wats there to stay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories still fresh in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;campus, placements &amp; all the fights,&lt;br /&gt;those long drives to destinations undecided,&lt;br /&gt;marine drive, setting sun &amp;amp; everything else just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still fresh in my mind are those hugs &amp; kisses&lt;br /&gt;showered upon me the day i got placed&lt;br /&gt;still fresh in my mind are the hours we all spent together&lt;br /&gt;just being there, everyone was a part of that race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all seems like a distant dream&lt;br /&gt;which just touched me &amp;amp; then flew off,&lt;br /&gt;touched my heart, touched my soul,&lt;br /&gt;truly made me believe that ive been touched by GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-112895054895224520?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/112895054895224520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=112895054895224520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112895054895224520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112895054895224520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2005/10/lilttle-by-little-tears-start-to-dry.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-112893322264483437</id><published>2005-10-11T06:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:51.875+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morning my colleague enquired" u look happy today!! anything special?? " as usual i just replied that no everything is as usual. After i came back to my seat...these words just kept.echoing in my mind....happy!!!!...wat exactly is happiness?? well isnt happiness absence of sadness?? well if it is so...then surely iam not sad...then am i happy??? probly iam!!! Why do we analyse everything so much??? if ur not sad just accept thet then probly this wat is happiness....ur not in a state of depravation....probly not much exciting happens in ur life but...then in whose life does it happen everyday??? Y cant we just appreciate the simple fact....every morning when u open ur eyes &amp;amp; see ppl who u love around u, do u realise ur alive...u got one more day in ur life which is so uncertain...today ur here tomorrow u may not be. wat is it that makes us think that we are all goin to live forever?? wat makes us so certain that things not achieved today, will be achievable tomorrow...have u seen tomorrow.....none of us have....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-112893322264483437?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/112893322264483437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=112893322264483437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112893322264483437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112893322264483437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2005/10/morning-my-colleague-enquired-u-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17612487.post-112887905347906605</id><published>2005-10-10T14:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:02:51.806+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wats it that we all crave for?? is it money...career...power...stability...FAMILY????wats it...one creates a want for another &amp; then another &amp;amp; at the end of it u realise probly u never wanted this in the first place? The constant race which we are all a part of never fails to amaze me...the constant need for power, money beauty &amp; all materialistic happiness is wat drives ppl now...gone are the days when one decision made by a person was made by keeping ppl around in mind...now its just "I" one single letter encapsulates everything. first when we grow up..its my doll or probly my car, then it was my dress, my vehicle, my freedom &amp;amp; most imp MY SPACE..cant undersand wats ur space...it was never urs in the first place then wats urs???? u dont even own urself for god sake!!!! I have been truly blessed to be surrounded by ppl who have sacrificed all they love just to see one smile on my face..MY FAMILY...i cant even dare to imagine how life wud have been if they had been like wat we are all like today....priceless is the amount of time they have spent on me..priceless the money spent...priceless the dreams they let go to take care of the reality..priceless the tears hidden...priceless the dream they let us see....priceless the efforts put in by them to hep us make it a reality...priceless their soul...priceless them...if we can be even half of wat they have been all their lifes, we wud be much happier ppl...probly lil less wealth...but who cares ur not goin to take it along whenu die....y dont we all just learn to accept one thing...life is momentary....&amp;amp; so is happiness wat remains for ever is this love between ppl....its stronger than anydamn thing in this world it binds, its grows..it stays....so just for a moment...think above urself....just think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17612487-112887905347906605?l=divya8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/feeds/112887905347906605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17612487&amp;postID=112887905347906605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112887905347906605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17612487/posts/default/112887905347906605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divya8.blogspot.com/2005/10/wats-it-that-we-all-crave-for-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768999879758887984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
