<?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-1691996778223124369</id><updated>2012-01-25T14:42:54.383-08:00</updated><category term='Nature'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Research'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='My lil one'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='London'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Imported Blog'/><category term='Astrology'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='India'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Yaadein</title><subtitle type='html'>A moment, a lifetime...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-1500979420009020266</id><published>2008-09-07T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:18:01.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new poems</title><content type='html'>Dear All, I have moved most of my latest work to wordpress. Please visit my wordpress blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://yaadein.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-1500979420009020266?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1500979420009020266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=1500979420009020266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1500979420009020266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1500979420009020266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-poems.html' title='My new poems'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-5408212184009400976</id><published>2008-04-19T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:47:42.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lil one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/SAoFjPqAfiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/U4gDdg5xQH0/s1600-h/rising+bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190967623554203170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/SAoFjPqAfiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/U4gDdg5xQH0/s320/rising+bubbles.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He throws silly paper balls at her&lt;br /&gt;Then chortling with joy, falls over her&lt;br /&gt;She's tired but just can't get angry with him&lt;br /&gt;Loving the laughter, and the eyes twinkling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His laughter surrounding her like water bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Soft and delicate, making her forget her troubles&lt;br /&gt;A low sweet laugh, that fills her heart to bursting&lt;br /&gt;Making her feel that the world is the colour of spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to the grime of life, this happiness scares her&lt;br /&gt;But her son wipes away the grime with a tiny ball of paper&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! she tries to dodge another paper ball in vain&lt;br /&gt;And the bubbles surrounded her again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water Bubbles&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-5408212184009400976?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5408212184009400976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=5408212184009400976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5408212184009400976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5408212184009400976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/SAoFjPqAfiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/U4gDdg5xQH0/s72-c/rising+bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-7817996576814820525</id><published>2008-02-14T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:11:09.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lil one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>She loves that loving feeling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166825581106259650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R7RAfbI9ZsI/AAAAAAAAAII/WLziXIE6_vE/s320/valentine_heart.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;She loves that loving feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing over her, like a warm wave&lt;br /&gt;drowning her heart in its wake&lt;br /&gt;lasting but a few moments in time&lt;br /&gt;or moments that last a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh those moments of sunshine and bliss&lt;br /&gt;when he offers his cheek for a sweet kiss&lt;br /&gt;or wraps his arms around her, crying mummy&lt;br /&gt;or falls asleep on her shoulder, tenderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis love that she is feeling, and&lt;br /&gt;oh! she loves that loving feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She loves that loving feeling! &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-7817996576814820525?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7817996576814820525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=7817996576814820525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7817996576814820525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7817996576814820525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-loves-that-loving-feeling.html' title='She loves that loving feeling!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R7RAfbI9ZsI/AAAAAAAAAII/WLziXIE6_vE/s72-c/valentine_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-5868166445457253568</id><published>2008-01-30T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:13:19.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A dad for him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R6Cthalg_TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HmSIMRc7CfA/s1600-h/Little-Boy-from-London-by-Liza-Hirst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161315962550549810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="280" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R6Cthalg_TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HmSIMRc7CfA/s320/Little-Boy-from-London-by-Liza-Hirst.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks in awe… so small and fragile&lt;br /&gt;Delicate little fingers and toes... it's his child&lt;br /&gt;The father sits in a window… oblivious to the world&lt;br /&gt;Looking down with a smile … at his pink bundle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeking in with curiosity, is a little boy full of wonder&lt;br /&gt;Wondering at the man's love for the wrinkly bundle&lt;br /&gt;Ah! This must be the man the kids call a dad&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where I can get one for me, just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it strikes him… it's as simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;He turns around and runs home as fast as he can&lt;br /&gt;To ask his mom, that the next time she goes to market&lt;br /&gt;Instead of chocolates, can she bring him a dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dad for him! &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-5868166445457253568?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5868166445457253568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=5868166445457253568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5868166445457253568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5868166445457253568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/dad-for-him.html' title='A dad for him!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R6Cthalg_TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HmSIMRc7CfA/s72-c/Little-Boy-from-London-by-Liza-Hirst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-1598808999206821331</id><published>2008-01-07T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:53:43.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers of wonder</title><content type='html'>The little boy plucks up a wild flower&lt;br /&gt;Holding its beauty, filling up with wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the boy plucks at a petal&lt;br /&gt;To hold it and discover its center&lt;br /&gt;He wonders how it sticks to the flower&lt;br /&gt;The petal, and so he plucks another&lt;br /&gt;Soon all the petals are lying torn at his feet&lt;br /&gt;As he stands holding the center smelling sweet&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to puzzle out its structure&lt;br /&gt;He tears opens the flowers' center&lt;br /&gt;Releasing a million threads to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering around like a butterfly's wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet he is not sure he understands it truly&lt;br /&gt;So the boy sits himself down in the valley&lt;br /&gt;And plucks.... another flower….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers of wonder &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-1598808999206821331?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1598808999206821331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=1598808999206821331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1598808999206821331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1598808999206821331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/flowers-of-wonder.html' title='Flowers of wonder'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6543469356744970159</id><published>2007-12-31T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:01:13.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lil one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R3kRJtKqFLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4ZHkndOhR8E/s1600-h/disney_skating_christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150166507315664050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="257" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R3kRJtKqFLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4ZHkndOhR8E/s320/disney_skating_christmas.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A red balloon flies across a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;All out of breath chasing a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Dirt of the playground on his jacket&lt;br /&gt;He falls and gets up to play again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold wind blowing in his face, lifting his hair&lt;br /&gt;The hot sun taking bite out of the cold air&lt;br /&gt;Sliding off the slides and see saws&lt;br /&gt;Making new friends and shaking hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily playing with his new friends&lt;br /&gt;As his smiling mother watches, from the bench&lt;br /&gt;A good day, this, the last day of the year&lt;br /&gt;A new day and new year await you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new days, new possibilities…&lt;br /&gt;New bedtime stories, new discoveries…&lt;br /&gt;A new world awaits you everyday!&lt;br /&gt;A happy new year to you my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Love&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Son! &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6543469356744970159?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6543469356744970159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6543469356744970159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6543469356744970159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6543469356744970159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-son.html' title='Happy New Year Son!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R3kRJtKqFLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4ZHkndOhR8E/s72-c/disney_skating_christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-182137421796203156</id><published>2007-12-03T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:59:26.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lil one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A blue playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R9V2MMmg1sI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jvqm0kFJzXo/s1600-h/white+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176173298645522114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R9V2MMmg1sI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jvqm0kFJzXo/s320/white+clouds.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White clouds run around in a land of cornflower blue&lt;br /&gt;Little bundles of fluff playing tag in groups of two&lt;br /&gt;The young sun smiles dotingly on their childish pranks&lt;br /&gt;And the warm wind herds them this way then that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up from his nest under the orange trees' shade&lt;br /&gt;The little boy dreams of walking on the blue landscape&lt;br /&gt;Jumping into the white fluffy clouds, laughing&lt;br /&gt;Trying to push against the gentle hands of the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the boy pulls himself out of his reverie&lt;br /&gt;A bee is buzzing nearby, on the shrub of strawberries&lt;br /&gt;He gets down from the low slung tree branch and runs&lt;br /&gt;Towards his mother's voice, announcing lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rel="dc:type" property="dc:title" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A blue playground &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-182137421796203156?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/182137421796203156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=182137421796203156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/182137421796203156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/182137421796203156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/12/blue-playground.html' title='A blue playground'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R9V2MMmg1sI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jvqm0kFJzXo/s72-c/white+clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8181554323355496859</id><published>2007-11-23T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:47:39.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Wildflower wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R0fHxo8yeAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B1G4CmHwe-k/s1600-h/Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136293555659241474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="287" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R0fHxo8yeAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B1G4CmHwe-k/s320/Sunshine.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;She stops her walk down the cobbled path&lt;br /&gt;And decides to rest on a low broken down wall&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the silence as a hot sun warms her back&lt;br /&gt;Melting away the dew drops on the cold stone path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangling her bare feet above the patch of grass, growing tall&lt;br /&gt;She idly plucks wildflowers sprouting out of the wall&lt;br /&gt;Nearby a pale yellow butterfly meekly flutters its wings&lt;br /&gt;And a warm breeze starts making music high up in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she breathes in the heat, letting go of a deep sigh&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating the quiet land spreading as far as her sight&lt;br /&gt;Finally she starts walking back home again, in the hot sun&lt;br /&gt;Entering her small unassuming abode with a tiny garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, she listens to the trees outside, to the sighing leaves&lt;br /&gt;As she quietly hums and puts the wildflowers in a water glass&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day, the glass sits on her kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;Reminding her of those warm moments… on the wildflower wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wildflower wall &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8181554323355496859?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8181554323355496859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8181554323355496859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8181554323355496859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8181554323355496859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/11/wildflower-wall.html' title='Wildflower wall'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/R0fHxo8yeAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B1G4CmHwe-k/s72-c/Sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8518841781895040283</id><published>2007-11-06T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:43:55.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Wings of joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RzDA587u3tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bbslubTPud8/s1600-h/COLORFUL_BUTTERFLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129812077416734418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RzDA587u3tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bbslubTPud8/s320/COLORFUL_BUTTERFLY.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;It starts as a small flutter in a dark corner&lt;br /&gt;A delicate whisper across skies of copper&lt;br /&gt;Slowly emerging from its small hideout&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing the cloak of silence thats worn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid at first, unsure and uncertain&lt;br /&gt;Looking around with apprehension&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly it starts spreading its wings&lt;br /&gt;Spreading a glorious warm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling unfolds in a burst of colour and joy&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering like a magnificent butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Suffusing everything with colour and warmth&lt;br /&gt;The wings of joy unfolding in her heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rel="dc:type" property="dc:title" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wings of joy &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8518841781895040283?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8518841781895040283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8518841781895040283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8518841781895040283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8518841781895040283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/11/wings-of-joy.html' title='Wings of joy'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RzDA587u3tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bbslubTPud8/s72-c/COLORFUL_BUTTERFLY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-5997256758533245037</id><published>2007-10-23T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T03:04:18.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rx2oBh_Lt1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7Oin02_oZPs/s1600-h/silent_storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124436695274207058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rx2oBh_Lt1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7Oin02_oZPs/s400/silent_storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many emotions churning inside her heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much to say, yet she says nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are not deep enough to give them shape&lt;br /&gt;The moment she tries to use words to explain&lt;br /&gt;The feeling evaporates, leaving behind&lt;br /&gt;Banal scribbles blackening a page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart remains unreachable as ever&lt;br /&gt;Like a princess banished to a tower&lt;br /&gt;Words, used to express what she needs&lt;br /&gt;But never enough to express what she feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many emotions churning inside her heart&lt;br /&gt;So much to say, yet she says nothing at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anamika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anamika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anamika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-5997256758533245037?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5997256758533245037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=5997256758533245037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5997256758533245037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5997256758533245037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rx2oBh_Lt1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7Oin02_oZPs/s72-c/silent_storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6177825759154705255</id><published>2007-10-17T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:37:00.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rxb-ER_LtzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VaraIdsscOk/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122560975681861426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rxb-ER_LtzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VaraIdsscOk/s320/woman.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something heavy in her heart, pulling her down&lt;br /&gt;It is beating against the walls to get out...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts… But she clenches her teeth and puts on a face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the screaming dies down inside&lt;br /&gt;But its still there lurking in a dark corner&lt;br /&gt;Waiting….waiting for the barrier to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seeks a weak moment to break out&lt;br /&gt;Fall in her tears… and fly out in her screams&lt;br /&gt;But she holds on… clenching her teeth… till eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rel="dc:type" property="dc:title" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scream &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6177825759154705255?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6177825759154705255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6177825759154705255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6177825759154705255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6177825759154705255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/10/scream.html' title='The Scream'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rxb-ER_LtzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VaraIdsscOk/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-1841374054752055936</id><published>2007-10-12T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:07:38.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The smiling breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RxO46htNIdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iCG7j0MjMVU/s1600-h/champa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121640516870283730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RxO46htNIdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iCG7j0MjMVU/s320/champa.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun has lost its harshness for the day&lt;br /&gt;A cool breeze lifts hair away from her face&lt;br /&gt;Bringing with it scents that caress her skin&lt;br /&gt;The green smell of freshly cut grass&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the darkness inside her lifts&lt;br /&gt;The world appears brighter... clearer&lt;br /&gt;The blossoms on champa trees seem whiter&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding her in their sweet earthy smell&lt;br /&gt;And she takes a deep deep breath...&lt;br /&gt;Something cools down in her heart&lt;br /&gt;Slowly a smile flowers at her lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" height="308" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvzSlq7GF6I/AAAAAAAAADc/mhnjO1MbLbI/s400/smiling_baby.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today morning was just like any other day&lt;br /&gt;Rushing around readying for my work day&lt;br /&gt;And then my lil sunshine awoke from his slumber&lt;br /&gt;Yawning like a furry cat … the lil charmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted his face and looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dark eyes, a cute nose and a lovely smile…&lt;br /&gt;A face full of pure happiness at just being&lt;br /&gt;Happy that he awoke with his mommy near him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time stopped for a while….&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath… my heart swelled&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to memorize this look that he holds&lt;br /&gt;And hoping I will remember it after I grow old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Morning sunshine &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-4370019460722280786?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4370019460722280786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=4370019460722280786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4370019460722280786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4370019460722280786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-morning-sunshine.html' title='My morning sunshine!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvzSlq7GF6I/AAAAAAAAADc/mhnjO1MbLbI/s72-c/smiling_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6869006025861374026</id><published>2007-09-24T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:13:45.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lil one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My lil angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvgAsa7GF4I/AAAAAAAAADM/g3pvqO93Xd8/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113838140020627330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvgAsa7GF4I/AAAAAAAAADM/g3pvqO93Xd8/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;He runs towards me in his wibbly wobbly walk&lt;br /&gt;I sweep him into my arms and let him talk&lt;br /&gt;He wraps his soft lil arms tightly around me&lt;br /&gt;And presses his cheek to mine, ah 'tis bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired after an evening in the park&lt;br /&gt;Nicely scrubbed and clean after his bath&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! The smell of his soft baby perfume&lt;br /&gt;Soft hair smelling of baby shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to fall asleep is my lil wonder&lt;br /&gt;He lays his head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Soon his eyes droop gently&lt;br /&gt;A smile plays on his lips quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight my lil angel&lt;br /&gt;Mommy will watch over her lil angel&lt;br /&gt;Mommy will never let anyone hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Sleep my lil angel, your mommy loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lil angel &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6869006025861374026?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6869006025861374026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6869006025861374026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6869006025861374026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6869006025861374026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-lil-angel.html' title='My lil angel'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvgAsa7GF4I/AAAAAAAAADM/g3pvqO93Xd8/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-4211320087781882482</id><published>2007-09-20T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:33:09.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvNyza7GF3I/AAAAAAAAADE/TczUu_8DM-I/s1600-h/renoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112556229721724786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="295" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvNyza7GF3I/AAAAAAAAADE/TczUu_8DM-I/s320/renoir.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A diamond adorns her finger&lt;br /&gt;Ruby tear drops cling to her ears&lt;br /&gt;She glitters and shines….&lt;br /&gt;The image of something divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With skin as smooth as porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Dimpled cheeks and a flowing mane&lt;br /&gt;Her smile is like a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;Filling your heart with hope and delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her eyes…Chocolate brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bounding dark turbulent seas inside&lt;br /&gt;Hiding a broken heart and lost dreams&lt;br /&gt;From deep within her, unheard, a soul screams....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-4211320087781882482?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4211320087781882482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=4211320087781882482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4211320087781882482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4211320087781882482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/woman.html' title='Woman'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RvNyza7GF3I/AAAAAAAAADE/TczUu_8DM-I/s72-c/renoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-4417922977719269442</id><published>2007-09-18T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:15:26.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Summer queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru-41du_hyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SHQpA-z7xBk/s1600-h/summer+queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111507330743109410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru-41du_hyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SHQpA-z7xBk/s400/summer+queen.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;White clouds roll around the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Dew drops evaporate in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Flowers turn their face to a warm sun&lt;br /&gt;Bees buzz around in a garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun’s rays are warming the world&lt;br /&gt;Warming and awakening a cold earth&lt;br /&gt;As the green grass rolls in a warm breeze&lt;br /&gt;A brook bubbles quietly near the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swings in her hammock lazily&lt;br /&gt;Holding a book in her hands idly&lt;br /&gt;Half asleep....... looking serene&lt;br /&gt;Lays a languid summer fairy queen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Queen &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-4417922977719269442?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4417922977719269442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=4417922977719269442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4417922977719269442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4417922977719269442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/summer-queen.html' title='Summer queen'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru-41du_hyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SHQpA-z7xBk/s72-c/summer+queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6986059099255477068</id><published>2007-09-16T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:41:29.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Pure bliss</title><content type='html'>Pure bliss, something that even the books have stopped writing about… as the world grows more jaded, one dare not even believe that such a thing exists…pure happiness… Realists might say, that there is no such thing. But it does exist. It exists in the moment when a child lovingly wraps his arms around his mother…or when a lover gives a hug or a love message out of the blue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that happiness is like a snowflake. Its amazing and wonderful as it exists, but it doesnt exist forever. So enjoy that moment of pure bliss, and cherish its memory forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6986059099255477068?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6986059099255477068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6986059099255477068&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6986059099255477068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6986059099255477068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/pure-bliss.html' title='Pure bliss'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-5457188209179754277</id><published>2007-09-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:25:57.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha</title><content type='html'>Memoirs of A Geisha (by Arthur Golden) is an amazing novel about the remote and shimmeringly exotic world of Sayuri, one of Japan’s most celebrated geishas. The novel tracks the journey of a girl from an impoversihed existence to becoming one of Japan’s most celebrated geishas (cortesan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this book not for the story it tells, but for the amazing and detailed insight into the Japanese world of the 30’s and 40’s it affords to the reader. One can almost see the cherry trees blossoming in spring time and the lovely japanese ladies adorned in beautiful and sensual silk kimonos… the life and times of the Japan that existed before the war, the beauty and delicacy of that world keeps one spellbound… Its a world and a culture lost to time… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book that has drawn me to reading more books set in japanese culture. But none have touched the zenith that ‘Memoirs..’ did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-5457188209179754277?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5457188209179754277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=5457188209179754277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5457188209179754277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5457188209179754277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='Memoirs of a Geisha'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-1018550357366231753</id><published>2007-09-16T08:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:41:49.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Alchemists were actually astrologers</title><content type='html'>Did you know? That what your school teachers told you was wrong! Your science teacher said that alchemists didn’t know what they were doing and everything was made of four elements. Guess who is the one in the dark!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alchemists were actually astrolgers/ students of astrology. They were not trying to turn lead into gold. They were actually working on spiritual research. But if the church had known this, they would have ended up doing nasty things to these researchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to carry on the research without incurring the wrath of the church? Simple! Tell the priest man “we are trying to make gold!” and of course that would help the church a lot! And all the squiggly things they kept writing? Well thats just abbreviation for their notes. They didn’t let on that they were using symbols for planets and stars in their studies of astrology. These symbols, called glyphs, are till today used in the study and research of astrology. So the sign aries is depicted as a ram’s horn, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so good at hiding the true nature of their studies, that the church and scientists still don’t see the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-1018550357366231753?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1018550357366231753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=1018550357366231753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1018550357366231753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1018550357366231753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/alchemists-were-actually-astrologers.html' title='Alchemists were actually astrologers'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-5362284485916339593</id><published>2007-09-16T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:42:00.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Turning over a new leaf…</title><content type='html'>I wonder, if the term ‘Turning over a new leaf…’ was invented because the human race wont stop making mistakes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So us humans start with a new leaf and destroy and completely mangle the poor new leaf, only to turn over a new leaf again. Life seems to be a trip of moving from one mistake to another…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it, not only do we make new mistakes, we also like to repeat the ones we made earlier…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments invited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-5362284485916339593?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5362284485916339593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=5362284485916339593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5362284485916339593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5362284485916339593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/turning-over-new-leaf.html' title='Turning over a new leaf…'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-916002003151369240</id><published>2007-09-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:42:37.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>The perfect life?</title><content type='html'>Each life starts almost the same. We are born, we learn things to get around in the world. We form plans on how we would like our life to pan out; and thats the clincher…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often, our life plans are based on the law of averages. So like an average person, we plan to get a job/make a living, get married, have kids and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the hell has THAT happened. Each life deviates from this line of job, marriage and kids etc. And unfortunately, everytime the life story deviates from this plan, we end up feeling like losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should be teaching our kids that there is no perfect life. And the average life is a illusion. No life is true to it. Each life has its own twists and turns. So take each twist and turn as it comes, and chuck the planning out the window. Its the plans for future that really ruin our enjoying our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wot say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-916002003151369240?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/916002003151369240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=916002003151369240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/916002003151369240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/916002003151369240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/perfect-life.html' title='The perfect life?'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-7111670741827256589</id><published>2007-09-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:42:58.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Buskers in London Underground</title><content type='html'>There you are, huffing and puffing along the escalators, trying to catch the next tube to work… and suddenly you hear music, that gives you goose bumps. No, the music is not bad, the sound accoustics of the underground is amazing. In fact the music is really good sometimes. Many a times, the music from the buskers has really lifted my spirits and put a smile on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize until recently, that one needs a license to perform in the London tube stations. Busking was legalised in the london undergrounds only a couple of years ago (2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more stuff written on buskers in London Underground &lt;a title="Buskers in London Underground" href="http://solo2.abac.com/themole/tubemusic.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-7111670741827256589?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7111670741827256589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=7111670741827256589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7111670741827256589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7111670741827256589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/buskers-in-london-underground.html' title='Buskers in London Underground'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-7127246026743099470</id><published>2007-09-16T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:43:11.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>The heart of London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thats Trafalgar square for me. The simple reason for this is not only its location near other tourist spots, but also for its liveliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1JAU_uWGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/poBExbiQ4X8/s1600-h/trafalgar_large_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110821422120196194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1JAU_uWGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/poBExbiQ4X8/s400/trafalgar_large_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look at it, its only a square in front of the galleries with some fountains and a historic memorial. But for a stranger to the city, not plugged into the London life, this place is buzzing with activity always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, had gone there without any agenda in mind. And lo and behold, the whole place was turned into a musical melee. With steel orchestras from all over the place performing enthralling music pieces one after the other. my favorite, of course was the Croydon steel orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a few weeks after that the India festival was kicked off in the square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each place of interest in London has its own plus points. Trafalgar square’s plus point is … Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-7127246026743099470?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7127246026743099470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=7127246026743099470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7127246026743099470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7127246026743099470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/heart-of-london.html' title='The heart of London'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1JAU_uWGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/poBExbiQ4X8/s72-c/trafalgar_large_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8918149924217388705</id><published>2007-09-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:48:35.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Google’s Silent World Domination</title><content type='html'>I had recently been discussing with a friend, how &lt;a title="Gmail" href="http://www.gmail.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gmail &lt;/a&gt;has taken over the world of E-Mail just like &lt;a title="Google" href="http://www.google.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; had taken over the world of web searches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of this Internet Giant is not just it’s innovations. &lt;a title="Google" href="http://www.google.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; has mastered the art of introducing its innovations very quietly to the world, ensuring very little pickup by competitors.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest in the innovation launched by the Giant. Behavioral targetting in their search ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about this in a great article by Gord Hotchkiss, first published in Mediapost’s Search Insider, on August 9, 2007 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Link to Article" href="http://ask.enquiro.com/2007/google-inching-towards-a-more-targeted-world/" target="_blank"&gt;Google: Inching Towards a more More Targeted World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8918149924217388705?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8918149924217388705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8918149924217388705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8918149924217388705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8918149924217388705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/googles-silent-world-domination.html' title='Google’s Silent World Domination'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8259924110898217288</id><published>2007-09-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:15:22.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Would you buy insurance online?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1IZU_uWFI/AAAAAAAAACs/IAQx5Sv-408/s1600-h/babyoncomputer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110820752105298002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1IZU_uWFI/AAAAAAAAACs/IAQx5Sv-408/s400/babyoncomputer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Researchers are coming up with answers that I always knew. Even web-savvy customers will NOT buy insurance online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One keeps getting flooded with mailers and offers to log online and buy insurance from insurers. Although like any other tech-savvy consumer, I use these websites to gather information and do my home-work, but I would NEVER BUY it online from these websites. The mere nature of this product requires long term investment. The promises made by the insurer need to be maintained for a long time after the purchase has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I need a long term product like insurance I will still pick up the phone and put a face on the insurer. Although these days insurance agents in India are also not that reliable. But that’s a subject for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, if you are interested, read the full report on this topic in the article by Bill Keneally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Insurance Networking News Site" href="http://www.insurancenetworking.com/protected/article.cfm?articleId=4877&amp;amp;pb=ros" target="_blank"&gt;Insurance Technology: Then and Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8259924110898217288?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8259924110898217288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8259924110898217288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8259924110898217288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8259924110898217288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/would-you-buy-insurance-online.html' title='Would you buy insurance online?'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1IZU_uWFI/AAAAAAAAACs/IAQx5Sv-408/s72-c/babyoncomputer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6666301665107198653</id><published>2007-09-16T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:13:35.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>The bloody tower of london</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1H_E_uWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/1wV4lHtpwpg/s1600-h/TOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110820301133731906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1H_E_uWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/1wV4lHtpwpg/s400/TOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the looks of it, a world heritage city, and a beautiful historical structure. It is a mix of higgeledy piggeledy towers, each built in a different era, conforming to the architectural norms of the period. The tower of london may appear a romantic castle, but is prison, with a very horrific and bloody history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of the british monarchy is filled with stories of murder, betyrayal, beheadings and what not. Each tower with many tales of horror. Personally I find the tale of two little princes to be the most horrific one. The story of the murder of the two little princes. King Edward V (Age 13) and his little brother Richard, Duke of York who were Political prisoners in the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite shaken after that story, the tower lost its charm to me …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more about the gory history of the tower and the two little princes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castles.me.uk/princes-in-the-tower.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Princes in the Tower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6666301665107198653?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6666301665107198653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6666301665107198653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6666301665107198653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6666301665107198653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/bloody-tower-of-london.html' title='The bloody tower of london'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1H_E_uWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/1wV4lHtpwpg/s72-c/TOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-3574874442565456731</id><published>2007-09-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:47:20.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Art of Living and its followers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1GzE_uWDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Bt7NxVDWxag/s1600-h/aol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110818995463673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1GzE_uWDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Bt7NxVDWxag/s400/aol.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofliving.org/"&gt;Art of living&lt;/a&gt; is loosing its impact because of its followers. Agreed, that right now it is one of the biggest NGOs in the world, with a following across several countries. However, from being a way of life, Art-Of-Living is being turned into a fashion statement by many poor souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very unfortunate turn of events. Nowadays not all who join art of living are in search of answers to their questions. Some are joining it for networking purposes, or to appear spiritual and more humane to others. It is people like these that are misusing the art of living and its teachings to their advantage. In the process, art of living is acquiring a rather mixed image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True, there are true seekers in this organization, who love &lt;a title="Sri Sri Ravishankar's Biography" href="http://www.artofliving.org/SriSri/Biography/tabid/72/Default.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Ji&lt;/a&gt; (lovingly refrred to as GuruJi) and are eternally grateful to him for giving the world a method (&lt;a title="What is sudarshan kriya" href="http://www.artofliving.org/Spirituality/SudarshanKriya/tabid/195/Default.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Sudarshan Kriya&lt;/a&gt;) to attain peace. Guruji, in himself is a sweet and loving human. There are umpteen followers, whose lives have been bettered by following GuruJi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, myself have had the good fortune of meeting GuruJi three times in my life, till now. And I proclaim I love him as a daughter can love a father. Just being near him, can bring tears in one’s eyes, such is his aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as is the case with most good things that become too big. The social climbers will latch onto each new ‘Big’ thing to gain from it. Even if the Big thing is something that affects the lives and hearts of millions, these climbers are not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as GuruJi has himself said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Much energy is wasted in trying to charm others. And in wanting to charm—I tell you, the opposite happens.—Sri Sri Ravi Shankar,Seva and the Art of Enthusiasm.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Guruji has said it beautifully. There is no need for me to say anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-3574874442565456731?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3574874442565456731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=3574874442565456731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/3574874442565456731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/3574874442565456731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/art-of-living-and-its-followers.html' title='Art of Living and its followers'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1GzE_uWDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Bt7NxVDWxag/s72-c/aol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-2634303083441302034</id><published>2007-09-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:05:44.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Astrology, scientifically speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1GBU_uWCI/AAAAAAAAACU/ulYf9KARMCw/s1600-h/astrologycirlce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110818140765181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1GBU_uWCI/AAAAAAAAACU/ulYf9KARMCw/s400/astrologycirlce.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An overtly simplistic description of Astrology is said to be the study of the stars and how their movements affect our life on Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movement and changes in positions of stars and planets DO NOT affect us. What we see in the stars and the motion of the planets is a reflection of what is actually happening on Earth. There are many cycles in our lives, from the daily rotation of the planet, to the yearly revolution around the Sun, to even larger cycles. These are reflected in the planets and stars as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be more accurate to say that these movements are reflective of the cycles that are happening, on Earth and throughout the Universe. And, they don’t predict specific events as much as they show us the influences that are happening around us. The energies that influence the movements of other ‘heavenly bodies’ in the universe also impact the humans residing on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a better definition of astrology is: The study of the motions of the planets and stars and how they reflect the influences of forces and energies on our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I believe one should not discard this tool as freely as just some gibberish. It is an important tool that can help us chart the life path better. On the other hand one cannot allow just astrology to guide us. It can be a factor in helping us understand what influences are impacting our lives at a given time, and make informed decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, you have to use your own better judgment to make decisions in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-2634303083441302034?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2634303083441302034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=2634303083441302034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2634303083441302034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2634303083441302034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/astrology-scientifically-speaking.html' title='Astrology, scientifically speaking'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1GBU_uWCI/AAAAAAAAACU/ulYf9KARMCw/s72-c/astrologycirlce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-9044868199474436729</id><published>2007-09-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:58:17.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Strolling Around London - Covent Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1EdE_uWBI/AAAAAAAAACM/YRo86lkRvYc/s1600-h/covent-garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110816418483296274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1EdE_uWBI/AAAAAAAAACM/YRo86lkRvYc/s400/covent-garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“What inexhaustible food for speculation do the streets of London afford! We have not the slightest commiseration for the man who can not take up his hat and stick, and walk from Covent-garden to St. Paul’s Churchyard, and back into the bargain, without deriving some amusement - we had almost said instruction - from his perambulation”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Charles Dickens - Sketches by Boz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well said Mr Dickens. In the middle of the &lt;a href="http://www.coventgardenlife.com/info/covent_garden.htm" target="_blank"&gt;covent garden &lt;/a&gt;piazza lies the famous market designed in 1632 by Inigo Jones. But the history of the place is overshadowed by the vitality and life of the market. The shops, stalls, street performers and singers galore give a different vibe to the place. It feels like there is a festival going on, everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! A day spent just walking around Covent garden is a day well spent. One can spend an entire day browsing through the stalls in the piazza, coming out of the stall browsing to stand and enjoy the performances of the street performers. But be careful, else you might get pulled into their performances as unsuspecting props.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite memory of the place is feasting on hot jacket potatoes with beans on the street side, while listening to a performer croon his latest rendition in the middle of the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was back there right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-9044868199474436729?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9044868199474436729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=9044868199474436729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/9044868199474436729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/9044868199474436729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/strolling-around-london-covent-garden.html' title='Strolling Around London - Covent Garden'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1EdE_uWBI/AAAAAAAAACM/YRo86lkRvYc/s72-c/covent-garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6187957563177571434</id><published>2007-09-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:55:54.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Yoga - Unchristian? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sep 1st, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article2358035.ece" target="_blank"&gt;Vicars ban ‘un-Christian’ yoga for toddlers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga, a form of exercise methodology with its roots in ancient India has been banned by two vicars in somerset, UK. It is very disturbing to hear leaders of communities have such opinions. All sects and religions have a right to believe in whatever they place their faith in. However, Yoga is just a form of exercise that relaxes body and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its origin is in Hinduism, but Yoga in itself has nothing to do with religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each culture has something good to offer. And the global citizen should have the right to partake of whatever good things the human race has discovered, irrespective of which country and religion discovered it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6187957563177571434?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6187957563177571434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6187957563177571434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6187957563177571434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6187957563177571434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/yoga-unchristian-really.html' title='Yoga - Unchristian? Really?'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8711435235502921922</id><published>2007-09-16T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:53:56.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>I can’t make you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-By Bonnie Raitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the lights, turn down the bed&lt;br /&gt;Turn down these voices inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Lay down with me, tell me no lies&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close, dont patronize - dont patronize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: cause I cant make you love me if you dont&lt;br /&gt;You cant make your heart feel something it wont&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark, in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my heart and Ill feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you wont, no you wont&lt;br /&gt;cause I cant make you love me, if you dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill close my eyes, then I wont see&lt;br /&gt;The love you dont feel when youre holding me&lt;br /&gt;Morning will come and Ill do whats right&lt;br /&gt;Just give me till then to give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;And I will give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: cause I cant make you love me if you dont&lt;br /&gt;You cant make your heart feel something it wont&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark, in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my heart and Ill feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you wont, no you wont&lt;br /&gt;cause I cant make you love me, if you dont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8711435235502921922?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8711435235502921922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8711435235502921922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8711435235502921922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8711435235502921922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-make-you-love-me.html' title='I can’t make you love me'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-7414434580659982749</id><published>2007-09-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:43:48.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Male bonding....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1DDE_uWAI/AAAAAAAAACE/9Yo13SAIIUI/s1600-h/father_son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110814872295069698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1DDE_uWAI/AAAAAAAAACE/9Yo13SAIIUI/s400/father_son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sep 2nd, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the perfect example of male bonding today. My lil one year old had been quietly playing today evening when the door bell rang. He ran to the door expectantly. The first to enter was his grand mother followed by his grand father. Though it is his grandma who looks after him while we go out to work, but yet, he literally pushed his poor grandmom aside and ran straight for his grandfather!!! We all burst out laughing!!! He has spent most of his life around his grandmom. Yet the one person he craves to be with is his grandfather! If there was ever a doubt in my mind about male bonding, they have all vanished after today evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-7414434580659982749?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7414434580659982749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=7414434580659982749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7414434580659982749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7414434580659982749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/male-bonding.html' title='Male bonding....'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1DDE_uWAI/AAAAAAAAACE/9Yo13SAIIUI/s72-c/father_son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-7664589093783559398</id><published>2007-09-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:44:18.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Woman power, way to go!</title><content type='html'>Was just watching the bollywood smash hit “Chak de”. The movie revolves around story of a scraggly bunch of state level women hockey players, that get coached (bulldozed more like it) into becoming a world class national team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to say, the scene where the Indian women’s hockey team get together and beat up a group of eve teasers is just too good. I am all for non violence, but the problem of eve teasing is a constant irritant in the streets of India. As a woman I had to personally learn martial arts to feel safe on the roads. Its another matter that I liked martial arts. But lets save that topic for another blog. I seem to have digressed a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of a couple of feminine (and not so feminine) looking women hockey playesr bashing up eve teasers was very gladdening. It warmed the cockles of my heart. Go woman power. Wish I could see more of that off screen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-7664589093783559398?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7664589093783559398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=7664589093783559398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7664589093783559398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7664589093783559398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/woman-power-way-to-go.html' title='Woman power, way to go!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-2366284863890827409</id><published>2007-09-16T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:44:38.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>If all that happened, was for the best…then how come everyone’s life in this world is not a resounding success?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-2366284863890827409?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2366284863890827409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=2366284863890827409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2366284863890827409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2366284863890827409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-3077655454527048296</id><published>2007-09-16T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:45:09.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Indian Soap writers- worth their weight in gold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1Adk_uV_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yzzy1EgTn1U/s1600-h/teen_bahuraniyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110812029026719730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1Adk_uV_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yzzy1EgTn1U/s320/teen_bahuraniyan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The k serials produced by Ekta Kapoor and other such soaps are a great guide for todays urban women, on managing their in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just chatting with a friend today. And she said something that I have come to realize in the last couple of years. The writers of ekta kapoor serials may all be writing about the same old topic. The mother in law- daughter in law relationship. But the situations they write into their serials the manipulations scheming in-laws do on TV are not that far from today’s indian reality. Many a times not just me, but many of my friends have felt this. That we should follow these serials like a bible and learn from them. On how to manage your in-laws and give your marriage a fighting chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our generation has learnt how to manage our careers in schools and colleges. but in this race to be equal to the men, in a male dominated society, we lost out on the art of managing your in-laws. There are tips and tricks and even whole dialogs in these serials that one an use to save themselves, whenever sticky situations arise with the in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian women of today, don’t take this lightly. Watching TV soaps like “kuynki saas bhi ..”, “Mayka, Saath zindagi bhar ka” and “Teen bahuraniyan” might just save your married life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my duty to say this. Those who do not take this seriously, I feel sorry for you, and good luck for the rough ride ahead with your in-laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-3077655454527048296?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3077655454527048296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=3077655454527048296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/3077655454527048296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/3077655454527048296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/indian-soap-writers-worth-their-weight.html' title='Indian Soap writers- worth their weight in gold!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ru1Adk_uV_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yzzy1EgTn1U/s72-c/teen_bahuraniyan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-1753464210342653234</id><published>2007-09-16T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:45:32.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Jumpy baby? Mom must be on nicotine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzvQ0_uV-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pQPwCoYUhJg/s1600-h/spitbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110722749541537762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzvQ0_uV-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pQPwCoYUhJg/s400/spitbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever mom does, the baby does too. So if mommy smokes, the baby does too. No no no! Stop! Before you start getting images of little sweet innocent babies with the cigarette hanging out of their mouth…heaven forbid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a title="Nicotine in breast milk shortens baby's naptime" href="http://www.forbes.com/forbeslife/health/feeds/hscout/2007/09/04/hscout607812.html" target="_blank"&gt;latest study &lt;/a&gt;conducted shows that babies of mothers who smoked, sleep less. The nicotine inhaled by the mother gets transferred to the baby via mother’s milk. Most mothers quit smoking while they are pregnant. And if you hadn’t. I am sure the doctors would have been on your case forever! But smoking is not contra-indiacted after delivery (during breats feeding). And that is the root of this whole jing bang and babies not napping long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole thing is a vicious circle if you ask me. For mothers used to the nicotine rush…If they smoke, the babies won’t sleep long enough and will get up more often, giving the poor mothers more reason to smoke and relax when they DO sleep. The more they smoke, the more the babies wont sleep… you see where this is going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm…. I tell you motherhood can test the patience of a saint! The only solution I see is that the superwoman will that mothers showed during pregnancy will have to be continued a little longer during breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-1753464210342653234?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1753464210342653234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=1753464210342653234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1753464210342653234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1753464210342653234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/jumpy-baby-mom-must-be-on-nicotine.html' title='Jumpy baby? Mom must be on nicotine'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzvQ0_uV-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pQPwCoYUhJg/s72-c/spitbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-2746207956966825592</id><published>2007-09-16T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:52:31.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>It’s raining diamonds! Hallelujah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ruzuo0_uV9I/AAAAAAAAABs/IpBSri-NXa8/s1600-h/da-vinci-diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110722062346770386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ruzuo0_uV9I/AAAAAAAAABs/IpBSri-NXa8/s400/da-vinci-diamond.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow! It could actually be a hail of diamonds right now on two planets of our solar system. A &lt;a href="http://www.spacedaily.com/news/carbon-99d.html" target="_blank"&gt;research&lt;/a&gt; done almost 8 years back had indicated that the chemical composition of the atmosphere of Neptune and Uranus is such, that diamonds would form under the high pressure and temperature conditions of the planet. Once these diamonds are formed, they would fall on the surface of the planet like raindrops!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Wouldn’t that be a lovely sight to watch…. Diamonds raining from the heavens…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is really really old news! But raining diamonds!!! That is any girls favorite dream…. Even better than raining men huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-2746207956966825592?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2746207956966825592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=2746207956966825592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2746207956966825592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2746207956966825592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-raining-diamonds-hallelujah.html' title='It’s raining diamonds! Hallelujah!!!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Ruzuo0_uV9I/AAAAAAAAABs/IpBSri-NXa8/s72-c/da-vinci-diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-1287171681904806922</id><published>2007-09-16T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:45:54.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>The soothing power of the trivial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sept 7 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been literally loosing it lately. Till now the best way I had tackled emotional pain was to ignore it and it would die down in a while. But when it got too much decided to go the other way for once and examine my pain, and let it take over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad bad decision. I had been right the first time. When I let the emotional stuff take over, it nearly smothered me. I had been right in being cautious of the intensity of my emotions. Like a true Scorpio, the intensity of my emotions if allowed to run wild can be fatal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I was writing really dark poems and plunged to the depths of misery. Then like a jolt of lightening, a comment on one of my poems on this blog woke me up (thanks Marquita and Nova). I turned around to see that by wallowing in my misery I was wasting my life and of those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its back to keeping busy with the trivial. The cause of my misery is still too big for me to lock up and forget. But ignore it I can, and ignore it I will. Till maybe a few years on I have the strength to face it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, thank the lord that we live in the busy world of today. The speed of today’s world barely lets one catch their breath. And that is exactly what someone like me needs. The rush and the bustle of the trivial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s to loosing your life in the trivialities of everyday. The soothing and numbing trivialities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-1287171681904806922?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1287171681904806922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=1287171681904806922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1287171681904806922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1287171681904806922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/soothing-power-of-trivial.html' title='The soothing power of the trivial'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-1843641976199932279</id><published>2007-09-16T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:45:54.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Everybody hurts, but that doesn’t help me</title><content type='html'>…And everybody hurts sometimes….&lt;br /&gt;…Hold on, Everybody hurts. You are not alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm a classic song. And like all classic songs, simple yet powerful lyrics. But you know what, this song doesn’t really make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what this song is trying to say is, it’s OK if you are hurting. You are not the first or the last one to go through something that is hurting. It has happened to others, others have been hurt, and they too have cried. So, take solace in the fact that it has happened to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold on! (No not the lyrics of the song ‘hold on’) I may be strange, but I don’t think looking at other people’s pain is really going to lessen mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such cases, I believe what the character Ally McBeal in the show by the same name said fits perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon being asked, what is it that makes her problems and her pain bigger than others’…&lt;br /&gt;She replied “They are mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments invited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-1843641976199932279?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1843641976199932279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=1843641976199932279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1843641976199932279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/1843641976199932279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/everybody-hurts-but-that-doesnt-help-me.html' title='Everybody hurts, but that doesn’t help me'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-4582053598576661716</id><published>2007-09-16T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:45:24.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity….</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the the universe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-4582053598576661716?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4582053598576661716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=4582053598576661716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4582053598576661716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4582053598576661716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-things-are-infinite-universe-and.html' title='Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity….'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-5933277949211272053</id><published>2007-09-16T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:43:10.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Funny thing about love…</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The funny thing I find about love is that it’s the one game you lose without even playing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~”Ally McBeal Show”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-5933277949211272053?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5933277949211272053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=5933277949211272053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5933277949211272053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5933277949211272053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-thing-about-love.html' title='Funny thing about love…'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-5245074647347896378</id><published>2007-09-16T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:46:14.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>As good as it gets....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzqTE_uV8I/AAAAAAAAABk/wTg-8Vzk9Ow/s1600-h/as+good+as+it+gets.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110717290638104514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzqTE_uV8I/AAAAAAAAABk/wTg-8Vzk9Ow/s400/as+good+as+it+gets.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve spent the majority of my life trying to reach the ideal figure, the ideal look, the ideal life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thought just stopped me short. I am in the prime of my life. This is the peak. All my childhood was spent preparing for this. Then it hit me…that’s what my parents taught me wrong… “Study now, you have all your life to have fun….”, “don’t party, you can do that once you are married…”, “focus on your career, you have all your life ahead to enjoy…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they taught me well for that time, but I didnt stop following their advice when I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in that preperatory mode. Preparing for the good life, the great figure... Those moments spent preparing for a better tomorrow was my life. Today IS my life. You can’t spend all your life preparing for it. When does one stop preparing and start living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong. I will be eternally grateful to my parents for controlling me in the delicate age when I could have strayed and spoilt my life easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now my life is on a track. Whether I like the track or not is not important here. What is important is that I can’t spend my life waiting for the good days to start, so that I can live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for my waist to be 26 inches again, before I buy another pair of jeans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, whatever my life is , whatever I look like, this IS my life. And if I don’t start living it, it will be over before I know it. So I am stopping preparing for the future, and starting living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-5245074647347896378?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5245074647347896378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=5245074647347896378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5245074647347896378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/5245074647347896378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='As good as it gets....'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzqTE_uV8I/AAAAAAAAABk/wTg-8Vzk9Ow/s72-c/as+good+as+it+gets.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8072829589128699499</id><published>2007-09-16T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:48:35.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Google trends: Good not great…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/trends" target="_blank"&gt;Google trends&lt;/a&gt;, is a cool tool that maps the trends in items/keywords searches on Google search engine. The search engine has one of the biggest shares in the market. So the kind of trends it can come up with are undoubtedly going to be amazing, and closer to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/trends/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tool offers trend analysis of items being searched on Google a’la graphs and bar charts. However, that is about it. If one wanted to use this information to fuel a marketing campaign, one would be hard pressed for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzoEU_uV7I/AAAAAAAAABc/s8JcOIMaJ_Q/s1600-h/trends01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110714838211778482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzoEU_uV7I/AAAAAAAAABc/s8JcOIMaJ_Q/s320/trends01.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tool, launched almost a year back (I know that’s REALLY OLD in internet age!) only gives a graphical view of the trends, but no information on the chart scale or actual volumes. But then that would be letting the cat out of the bag, won’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A lot of Google’s business relies on this data to choose effective search terms for its advertisers. Displaying the information on a free-to-all-the-world tool will be silly! So till the time, google trends becomes a paid tool for advertisers, all this tool will be, is a cool toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are short articles available online about &lt;a href="http://www.seochat.com/c/a/Search-Engine-News/Google-Creates-Trend-Hunting-Search-Engine/"&gt;how to interpret google trends charts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8072829589128699499?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8072829589128699499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8072829589128699499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8072829589128699499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8072829589128699499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/google-trends-good-not-great.html' title='Google trends: Good not great…'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzoEU_uV7I/AAAAAAAAABc/s8JcOIMaJ_Q/s72-c/trends01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8478102201482760363</id><published>2007-09-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:48:35.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><title type='text'>Increase blog traffic with Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzmX0_uV4I/AAAAAAAAABE/2WsjkD1U39c/s1600-h/hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110712974195971970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzmX0_uV4I/AAAAAAAAABE/2WsjkD1U39c/s400/hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you’ve got a blog, this is a MUST SEE site; The &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/trends/hottrends" target="_blank"&gt;Hottest keyword &lt;/a&gt;list on Google trends. Hot Trends, launched around mid may this year gives a listing of the hottest searches on Google on any given day, or in the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/trends/hottrends/atom/hourly" target="_blank"&gt;last hour&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Plus it maintains a daily history! So you can change the date and see what were the hottest searches on a given date. Although, understandably, you cant search for a date before 15th May 2007. (Given thats when this kewl tool was launched!)&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t need to spell it out, but I will. If your blog or web site had a targeted audience (unlike this blog ), say web developers. On a given day you could check this list to see what was the hottest keyword being searched on Google. If the keyword that came up was say ASP.NET, write a post on that topic, and capitalize on the peak in searches for that keyword. This obviously would be a great hit with the business oriented blogs.&lt;br /&gt;However this list is only available for keyword searches in USA as of now. Google, the rest of the world is waiting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8478102201482760363?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8478102201482760363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8478102201482760363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8478102201482760363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8478102201482760363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/increase-blog-traffic-with-google.html' title='Increase blog traffic with Google'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzmX0_uV4I/AAAAAAAAABE/2WsjkD1U39c/s72-c/hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6256547357247363819</id><published>2007-09-16T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:47:27.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>I never married...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog which growls every morning, a parrot which swears all afternoon and a cat that comes home late at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~Marie Corelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6256547357247363819?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6256547357247363819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6256547357247363819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6256547357247363819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6256547357247363819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-never-married.html' title='I never married...'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8403419811200841701</id><published>2007-09-16T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:43:14.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Remembering our love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110710835302258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzkbU_uV3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XgXiCFROYC8/s400/eyes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remembering our love story…&lt;br /&gt;You added a warmth to the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;The sky seemed bluer, just because you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;And when ever we would kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Ah! no angel’s prayer could summon such bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our love story…&lt;br /&gt;Words that were left unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;Tears that were never shed,&lt;br /&gt;laughter that would never be heard again,&lt;br /&gt;love that would never be felt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our love story…&lt;br /&gt;I thank you my love, from the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;For showing me the heaven and the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I lived in every moment of our love and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Someday I hope to live again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anamika &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="364" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzjZU_uV2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wk3UluW3hso/s400/Lonely_Path_by_Blink001.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She walks down the lonely path,&lt;br /&gt;No one to wipe the tears in her heart,&lt;br /&gt;No one to walk along with her,&lt;br /&gt;And soothe the fears that plague her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at life through her broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;Making everything grey and dark,&lt;br /&gt;Alone, with her life changed forever,&lt;br /&gt;Starting life anew on nothing, but a prayer….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never ending, and so she walks on,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a better tomorrow, she walks into the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, maybe this path will not be lonely for her again,&lt;br /&gt;But she’ll never forget this lonely walk and this pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anamika &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rel="dc:type" property="dc:title" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lonely path &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-2068788935450729383?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2068788935450729383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=2068788935450729383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2068788935450729383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2068788935450729383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/lonely-path.html' title='The lonely path'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzjZU_uV2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wk3UluW3hso/s72-c/Lonely_Path_by_Blink001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-81018653830713837</id><published>2007-09-16T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:45:27.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Our love is dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuziB0_uV1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bXh1c9wPnDo/s1600-h/lost-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110708198192338770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuziB0_uV1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bXh1c9wPnDo/s400/lost-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dial your number, no one answers&lt;br /&gt;It’s insistent shrill ringing unheard&lt;br /&gt;You are now out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;You have left to start anew with someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You moved on with your life, without saying anything&lt;br /&gt;While I am still rooted in our past&lt;br /&gt;Unable to break away and move on&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, what really went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends commend the way I am living life&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever see the hurt I hide inside&lt;br /&gt;The tears locked inside, where no one can see&lt;br /&gt;That I died, when you left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to live from day to day&lt;br /&gt;Making a success of this life in every way&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, hoping that one day you will come back&lt;br /&gt;Knowing, even if you do, our love is already dead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;/em&gt;Anamika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rel="dc:type" property="dc:title" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our love is dead &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-81018653830713837?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/81018653830713837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=81018653830713837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/81018653830713837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/81018653830713837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-love-is-dead.html' title='Our love is dead'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuziB0_uV1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bXh1c9wPnDo/s72-c/lost-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6871916114866455910</id><published>2007-09-16T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:46:01.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzgHE_uV0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nymJZiZaXSE/s1600-h/tears-of-time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110706089363396418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzgHE_uV0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nymJZiZaXSE/s400/tears-of-time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…&lt;br /&gt;Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you tear yourself farther from me&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid what the future holds for me&lt;br /&gt;Just too scared to move on&lt;br /&gt;Not sure to let you go or hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light at the end of the tunnel is too far,&lt;br /&gt;I may not survive long enough to reach that far,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know which way to go, each seems equally wrong&lt;br /&gt;Not sure to let you go or hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry at the unfairness of it all&lt;br /&gt;Hurt and confused on this side of the wall&lt;br /&gt;That you raised between us&lt;br /&gt;Not sure to let you go or hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…&lt;br /&gt;Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anamika &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rel="dc:type" property="dc:title" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken dreams &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6871916114866455910?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6871916114866455910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6871916114866455910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6871916114866455910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6871916114866455910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/broken-dreams.html' title='Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuzgHE_uV0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nymJZiZaXSE/s72-c/tears-of-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-895444031803067740</id><published>2007-09-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:15:48.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lil one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Love whispered to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuwyoU_uVzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QA-VH2bLZIM/s1600-h/sunshine_trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110515345570813746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="224" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuwyoU_uVzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QA-VH2bLZIM/s320/sunshine_trees.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wind whispering through the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine dappling beautiful weaves&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine scented winds playing with my hair&lt;br /&gt;Is it?....Yes it is love in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lil one trots down the path&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing at even a blade of grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And life is beautiful again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my life again....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Anamika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love whispered to me &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-895444031803067740?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/895444031803067740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=895444031803067740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/895444031803067740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/895444031803067740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-whispered-to-me.html' title='Love whispered to me'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuwyoU_uVzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QA-VH2bLZIM/s72-c/sunshine_trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8693999535676721384</id><published>2007-09-15T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T06:34:01.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The child bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuveY0_uVyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xRwjPx0VGn0/s1600-h/balika+badhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110422720306108194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuveY0_uVyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xRwjPx0VGn0/s400/balika+badhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rajshri.com/movies/nowplaying.asp?band=low&amp;amp;fileID=moviesChild141"&gt;Balika Badhu&lt;/a&gt; (in hindi) is an all time classic movie about a child bride. The movie revolves around a young school going boy, who is married to a sweet young girl, as per the traditions of pre-independence india.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave the merits and controversy around child marriages in India aside. The movie in itself is a beautiful and innocent tale of two young people. The boy and the girl have never really seen each other before they get married. Both of them have no idea what this arranged matrimony entails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thus starts the journey of two young kids, who become good friends. The sweet innocence of their age and their innocent love and freindship for each other. the beauty and delicacy with which their budding adoration for each other is shown, held in check by the seniors of the joint faily in which they live. A poignantly sweet image of the times, when love and marriage in India was so different from today's live-ins, pre/extra marital relations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh! Wish we could combine the luxuries and advantages of today's lifestyle with the sweetness and poignancy in the relationships of those times. But that would not be possible I think. Sweet innocence and todays fast paced life. The latter will destroy the former.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being the case, I think I will once again immerse myself in those sweet moments, for 3 hours... Will go watch the movie again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8693999535676721384?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8693999535676721384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8693999535676721384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8693999535676721384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8693999535676721384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/child-bride.html' title='The child bride'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/RuveY0_uVyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xRwjPx0VGn0/s72-c/balika+badhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6074913542195532119</id><published>2007-09-15T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:16:04.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My rain song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sun was shining hot and bright&lt;br /&gt;Scorching the earth with all its might&lt;br /&gt;Then came the gaggle of dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;And with rain drops it’s laden down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitter patter, pitter patter I hear&lt;br /&gt;Quenching the dry dusty earth&lt;br /&gt;And I walked out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;My soul awakens in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rain falls from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I walk out on the dusty path&lt;br /&gt;The tiny droplets falling on my face&lt;br /&gt;Washing away fatigue’s last trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will soon turn green&lt;br /&gt;New leaves will be sprouting from the trees&lt;br /&gt;Life fights back to the surface&lt;br /&gt;And I start afresh……..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Anamika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/88x31.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dc=" http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My rain song &lt;/strong&gt;by Anamika &lt;/span&gt;is licensed under a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6074913542195532119?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6074913542195532119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6074913542195532119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6074913542195532119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6074913542195532119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-rain-song.html' title='My rain song'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8726854446167824602</id><published>2007-09-14T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:46:14.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law Of Attraction IS Mind Over Matter</title><content type='html'>When granny said “Be careful what you ask for, you might just get it!” she wasn’t kidding. A new age theory has put sayings like above in a scientific manner. It’s called the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_Attraction"&gt;law of attraction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A basic definition of the law would be what you think in your mind will influence the occurrences in the physical world around you. Of course, if you dream of a big chocolate fudge, it’s not going to appear with a poof, out of thin air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are attracted to something, you will think about it often. And provided you have a positive thinking (and not a dark psycho mind that will think up all horrible and scary ways of achieving what they want), you will get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now critics galore have pounced on this theory saying it’s not “scientific”! But then pray tell me, does every thing in life have a scientific proof till now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the scientific explanation for the power of spiritual healing? Let’s take the example of &lt;a href="http://www.reiki.org/FAQ/WhatIsReiki.html"&gt;Reiki &lt;/a&gt;. Reiki is the method of healing the human body, by directing\channeling the universe’s positive energy to the human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice Reiki myself, and believe me, when I give Reiki to others, I can feel a heat literally coming out of my hands. Even the recipients have often commented on the heat of the energy they feel, while receiving Reiki. One’s mind and thoughts is all one uses to direct Reiki energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.williamjames.com/Folklore/MINDOVER.htm"&gt;Mind over matter&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of attraction is just the theorist’s way of explaining the phenomena. The mind is one of the most powerful sources of energy in a human body. And what is life and all things alive in this world about? Energy. Positive energy and negative energy. You see it in the atoms. And you see it in your thoughts and mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8726854446167824602?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8726854446167824602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8726854446167824602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8726854446167824602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8726854446167824602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/law-of-attraction-is-mind-over-matter.html' title='The Law Of Attraction IS Mind Over Matter'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-4636233582785119046</id><published>2007-09-13T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:34:57.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Marriage is like the army</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Marriage is like the army. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody complains, but you'd be surprised at how many re-enlist. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-4636233582785119046?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4636233582785119046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=4636233582785119046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4636233582785119046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/4636233582785119046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/marriage-is-like-army.html' title='Marriage is like the army'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-2108498150838094561</id><published>2007-09-13T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:51:22.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Woman smarter :)</title><content type='html'>Let us put man and woman together&lt;br /&gt;And see which one is smarter&lt;br /&gt;Some say men but I say no&lt;br /&gt;The women got the men like a puppet show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't me, it's the people they say&lt;br /&gt;The men are leading the women astray&lt;br /&gt;But I say, it's the women today&lt;br /&gt;Are smarter than the men in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! The women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;That's right! The women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;A little boy sat down and cried&lt;br /&gt;An old man passing asked him why&lt;br /&gt;He said I can't do what the big boys do&lt;br /&gt;Old man sat down and he cried, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't me, it's the people that say&lt;br /&gt;The men are leading the women astray&lt;br /&gt;But I say, it's the women todayAre smarter than the man in every way&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't me, it's the people that say&lt;br /&gt;The men are leading the women astray&lt;br /&gt;But I say, it's the women todayAre smarter than the men in every way&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;Smarter than the men in every way&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the women are smarter&lt;br /&gt;Smarter than the men in every way&lt;br /&gt;That's right it's the people that say the men are leading the women astray&lt;br /&gt;But I Say, it's the women today, are smarter than the men in every way&lt;br /&gt;That's right they're smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~Robert Palmer&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/1691996778223124369-2108498150838094561?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2108498150838094561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=2108498150838094561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2108498150838094561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/2108498150838094561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/woman-smarter.html' title='Woman smarter :)'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-7827442157356594972</id><published>2007-09-13T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:35:56.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>3 Reasons Why India Is The World's Top Most Travel Destination!</title><content type='html'>India has been undergoing a lot of marketing and packaging to make it more appealing to the world traveler. All that marketing and packaging helped. Recently, India was rated &lt;a href="http://www.expressindia.com/news/fullstory.php?newsid=91746"&gt;numero uno &lt;/a&gt;in the Oscars of travel industry. The readers travel awards by a British tourism magazine, &lt;a href="http://www.cntraveller.com/"&gt;Conde Nast Traveller&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it, that India was visited more than the more established destinations like New Zealand, Thailand and so on? I know the scenic beauty of Himalayas, the grace of Taj Mahal. But that is not the real reason for the rise of Indian tourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A holiday in India is cheap:&lt;/strong&gt; That is the most important reason. Now try comparing renting a small room in a alleyway in Paris with the options available to tourists in Delhi or Bombay! Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Graveyard tourism:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/6209517.stm"&gt;Graveyard tourism&lt;/a&gt; accounts for almost 9% of Indian tourism this year. Many Britons travel to India on a sentimental journey to visit the graves of their grandparents or family members. The northern state of Himachal Pradesh is dotted with many European graveyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Face lift with the &lt;a href="http://www.incredibleindia.org/"&gt;Incredible India &lt;/a&gt;campaign:&lt;/strong&gt; The aggressive ad campaign gave a face lift to India. From being the country of snake charmers, it has become a destination with both natural beauty as well as all the modern tourist attractions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-7827442157356594972?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7827442157356594972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=7827442157356594972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7827442157356594972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/7827442157356594972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-reasons-why-india-is-worlds-top-most.html' title='3 Reasons Why India Is The World&apos;s Top Most Travel Destination!'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-8223371960492290175</id><published>2007-09-12T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:48:35.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>5 reasons why Quillpad is better than Google</title><content type='html'>Google being the giant it is seems to overshadow the better tools being provided by other smaller players. Thats not surprising. Lately there has been a lot of talk about the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/transliterate/indic/"&gt;Google Indic transliterator tool&lt;/a&gt;. I deicded to try it out v/s an &lt;a href="http://quillpad.in/hindi/"&gt;older tool &lt;/a&gt;that has been in the market for an year. Here are the top 5 reasons why quillpad is better than Google indic transliterator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You don't need to know the EXACT spelling.&lt;/strong&gt; Quillpad lets you write the same word in multiple ways. Whether you write rashtrapathi, rashtrpati or raashtrapatee, you get the same correct hindi translation. On google, each spelling has a different hindi translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Quillpad can learn a new language within hours.&lt;/strong&gt; Quillpad uses a machine learning module, that allows it to learn a new language in a few hours, that too without any code change. Google tool on the other hand has no such options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Quillpad can transliterate conventional english words, google can't&lt;/strong&gt;. Try typing words like officer, organise, imagine...on both quillpad and google transliterator. You get really wierd and funny translations on google. Quillpad performs beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Quillpad can translate in 8 Indian local languages, Google can't. &lt;/strong&gt;Right now google tool only works for Hindi and is being coded for other languages. Quillpad already trans;ates in 8 Indian local languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Quillpad also works on your mobile.&lt;/strong&gt; The quill engine can work even with a &lt;a href="http://quillpad.in/mobile/hindi/"&gt;mobile phone keypad&lt;/a&gt;. Google tool is still in the PC world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-8223371960492290175?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8223371960492290175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=8223371960492290175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8223371960492290175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/8223371960492290175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/5-reasons-why-quillpad-is-better-than.html' title='5 reasons why Quillpad is better than Google'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691996778223124369.post-6562883020448652661</id><published>2007-09-12T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:47:13.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Yaadein</title><content type='html'>As first posts go, will start with my favorite lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नग्मे है, शिकवे है,किस्से है, बातें है,&lt;br /&gt;बातें भूल जाती है,यादें याद आती है…&lt;br /&gt;ये यादें किसी दिल-ओ-जानम के चले जाने के बाद आती है….&lt;br /&gt;यादें… यादें… यादें…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691996778223124369-6562883020448652661?l=yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6562883020448652661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691996778223124369&amp;postID=6562883020448652661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6562883020448652661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691996778223124369/posts/default/6562883020448652661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaadeinblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/yaadein.html' title='Yaadein'/><author><name>Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00830684516450552463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If8_c2Loz3M/Rue63U_uVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_BcZcAgHliY/s320/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
