<?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-9009639336149206194</id><updated>2011-11-11T08:34:23.176-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='confusion'/><title type='text'>My Space ,Scribblings......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-443267980904681634</id><published>2011-09-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:34:23.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How  can i help her say good bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wqJagQv5rzk/Tn_MaPW_ucI/AAAAAAAAOy4/_BAj0c207Q0/s1600/IMG_3064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is one of the days where the rain plays a peek-a -boo with earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and they walked in . He is leaving to a distance place or a place which he could come back in couple of hours. She bid her a bye with a tight hug... ,It was the moment where her lips closed on his . Throwing his last look on her he walked inside the gate .She standing on the other side waving him bye with heavy heart ,waiting for him to throw his look on her&amp;nbsp; once again before he boards the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there with my eyes well up with water . I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;saw me in her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he is not faking up with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-443267980904681634?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/443267980904681634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=443267980904681634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/443267980904681634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/443267980904681634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/her-good-bye.html' title='How  can i help her say good bye'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-5876928534859362162</id><published>2011-07-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:14:20.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk(ed) away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfWttz0qeBY/Th-yW6HvWNI/AAAAAAAAOsM/1IsQRtxI8dU/s1600/271825_2168267612175_1411257517_32561373_434385_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfWttz0qeBY/Th-yW6HvWNI/AAAAAAAAOsM/1IsQRtxI8dU/s320/271825_2168267612175_1411257517_32561373_434385_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She liked him ,He liked her(??) .. His hands are in his pocket , so does hers . This is how she like to walk with him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was out of an affair few months back who was not ready to take &lt;strike&gt;any &lt;/strike&gt;one in life…she is ready to take him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke a lot today. Tomorrow!! &amp;nbsp;she stored up the conversation with him...Week after exist but not clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t ready to love ,he don’t want her to love him . At least he pretend to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-5876928534859362162?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/5876928534859362162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/5876928534859362162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2011/07/walked-away.html' title='Walk(ed) away'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfWttz0qeBY/Th-yW6HvWNI/AAAAAAAAOsM/1IsQRtxI8dU/s72-c/271825_2168267612175_1411257517_32561373_434385_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-1613432568005156807</id><published>2010-11-11T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:43:35.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happiness is not when you receive, when you gift someone and seeing them happy. This year too i surprised some one and made the person happy which inturn made me happy :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-1613432568005156807?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1613432568005156807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=1613432568005156807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/1613432568005156807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/1613432568005156807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2010/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise !!!!!!'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-7135815942071884545</id><published>2010-10-29T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:44:01.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rain was pouring outside the window as if it was rushing into it's loved one's arms after so long.. &lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping next to her calmly .Lying on his chest she could hear nothing except the thud thud of his heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked her... she liked him, they talked a lot...He lightened her life bringing so much happiness...he made her laugh for no reason... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness she could see his face here and there from the shades of moon... He is sleeping without a care in the world. &lt;br /&gt;Looking at him she could feel nothing ,only scared , one day he will take all the happiness from her Like the lightning which lightens the whole city for a moment and plunges into darkness again , he is going to move on leaving her life darker than before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-7135815942071884545?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7135815942071884545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=7135815942071884545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7135815942071884545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7135815942071884545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/move-on.html' title='Move on'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-1653560003639753968</id><published>2010-10-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:37:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers of  Love</title><content type='html'>I meet them almost everyday. Neither they speak English nor I speak Vietnamese ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we have Smile   – first language in common  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day  while we  were travelling ,they called me and made me sit in between them . Old man said “My daughter Vietnam like you ” . Only then I understood why they showing so much love  and how much they miss their daughter . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the bus stop that I must get off, the old lady  touches my arm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love – Second language in common &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I showed the same love what they are looking for ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-1653560003639753968?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1653560003639753968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=1653560003639753968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/1653560003639753968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/1653560003639753968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/showers-of-love.html' title='Showers of  Love'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-2224703529179154632</id><published>2010-06-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T16:01:14.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when June ends</title><content type='html'>June is an imperfect month for me. Loosing everything i treasure... &lt;br /&gt;May be i lost you coz u too were born on this month and i treasured you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-2224703529179154632?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2224703529179154632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=2224703529179154632&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/2224703529179154632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/2224703529179154632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='Wake me up when June ends'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-3611136416217142989</id><published>2010-01-17T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:11:05.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing  School days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/S1OPZLH_mQI/AAAAAAAAN0o/-X9E6eovf9Q/s1600-h/img_program_roadpack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/S1OPZLH_mQI/AAAAAAAAN0o/-X9E6eovf9Q/s320/img_program_roadpack2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427839638557399298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days was fun .I liked everything in school - Blue uniform  ,black shoes, (Un)tied hair, Friends etc  … more than all I love the bicycle ride with dad , I tell him everything happened in the School ,oh..  but not that I was sent out of the class room  .. Even then dad came to know one day , when guy from my class ask me in front of him  “Hey,did u tell your dad u have been sent out of the class room, for fighting with K ?..”  Next day we had big fight and he stood  next to me outside the class room ;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the days when I felt rebellious against the whole world .I fought with my friends, Mrs.Hema send me out of the class room, Dad did not come to pick me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Too much anger on my head and weight on my back, I was walking on the road, that was then I saw him, He must be 16 0r 17. I must be 8  may be little older or little younger. He was happy the day when I was not .He sang something looking at me... Immediately a word popup from my mouth and said some thing bad to him. .. He stopped his bike and waited for me to reach him. I had only two choices either run away or face it. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the second one .I went close by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He-”How dare you call me like that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- (Without even stopping) “How, dare u sing at me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t stop laughing when I replied back. May be that was my good time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He... “You, little one you have too much guts...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- (Silent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was scared to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept walking, little faster than before …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-3611136416217142989?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3611136416217142989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=3611136416217142989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3611136416217142989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3611136416217142989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminiscing-school-days.html' title='Reminiscing  School days'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/S1OPZLH_mQI/AAAAAAAAN0o/-X9E6eovf9Q/s72-c/img_program_roadpack2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-6411029299211764330</id><published>2009-12-22T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:42:48.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SzjR8RH6qmI/AAAAAAAANlk/JLwrQp6xsOM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SzjR8RH6qmI/AAAAAAAANlk/JLwrQp6xsOM/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420312984859355746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                            Usual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom on a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unusual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Visiting  Church&lt;br /&gt;Snow Visiting Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Few people now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow on unopened eyelids&lt;br /&gt;People who show the meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;             Last year this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow storm&amp;amp;  Storm in Life&lt;br /&gt;Escaped one not the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;             This year this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same snow storm&lt;br /&gt;No reason to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Expecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9009639336149206194-6411029299211764330?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6411029299211764330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=6411029299211764330&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/6411029299211764330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/6411029299211764330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-post-came-late.html' title='Frozen Moments'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SzjR8RH6qmI/AAAAAAAANlk/JLwrQp6xsOM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-3440163120710128573</id><published>2009-11-21T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:53:15.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary dreams ,Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night....&lt;br /&gt;...I had Scary dream, Sleepless night which I don’t want&lt;br /&gt;...I didn’t have Comfort arms ,which I had once&lt;br /&gt;May be I am not too young to have one, at least in the place where I stay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once the youngest, shortest  Roomie ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We 3 lived in a two bedroom apartment, I was given the privilege of a single room , while the other two had the other one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never cooked neither they ask me to.&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen was a place where I entertain them&amp;nbsp; with stories .It may be about the incidents of that day, the day before or sometimes a year before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;..Dinner.., Together;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;..Stories.., Together;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;..Sleep, Not-Together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I slept on my room while they&amp;nbsp; slept on the other Room. Though I have been invited many times to share the room, I always said "Not enough room for me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;At any time dreams are not faraway from me, especially the Night mares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Night mares never let me sleep alone; I woke them&amp;nbsp; in the middle of night and asked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Shall i sleep here".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;They, either in their deep sleep or may be they knew i don’t take much space; they made room for me to sleep there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next day the word will come as a command ”Tonight you are sleeping in our room, else no space for you”.  Never Listened to them, I slept alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But every time I go , they made room for me to sleep. Also they never failed to say the same words next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-3440163120710128573?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3440163120710128573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=3440163120710128573&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3440163120710128573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3440163120710128573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-to-name-post.html' title='Scary dreams ,Sleepless nights'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-6563696863473677813</id><published>2009-11-14T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:10:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-based living</title><content type='html'>I was going through a document and find this interesting piece. This is second time i am hearing something like this. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Took it from one of the website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is heart-based living?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Braden: In the past few years, our own science has made a radical,  revolutionary discovery that changes everything about the way we think of  ourselves and the world. What they found is that when we create heart-based  feelings of gratitude, appreciation, care—literally, using the muscle of the  heart to create these feelings—what we’re actually doing is generating a  magnetic field inside our bodies that is part of the magnetic field of the Earth  that undergoes the change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Earth’s magnetic field rises, falls, and regulates everything from  climate to &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink6" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,6);" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,6);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,6);" href="http://www.december212012.com/articles/general_information/Is_There_Science_Behind_2012_Prophecies.htm#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; position: static;color:#660000;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; position: relative;"&gt;ice  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; position: relative;"&gt;caps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  and sea levels. This magnetic field joins all life on Earth from a blade of  grass, to an ant, to a goldfish, to a hamster, to us. When many of us come  together and create a common feeling, that experience is called “coherence.”  “Coherence” can actually be measured. It is 0.10 Hertz. That is the measurement  of the coherence created between the heart and the brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scientists first found out about this during 9/11 when our satellites 22,000  miles in space began to register changes in the magnetic field of the Earth,  when humans were having feelings about September 11th and the World Trade  Center. This is a surprise to science. They asked, “Why would people  experiencing 9/11, why would that possibly affect the magnetic fields of the  Earth? There’s no connection, right?” Well, wrong. They found that there is a  connection and this has led to what is called the Global Coherence Initiative  Project.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scientists are now building the sensors that can measure these magnetic  fields and put them up onto the website where you can watch the fields change  everyday in real time. In addition to measuring this field, the Global Coherence  Project aims is to teach people how to create coherence in their everyday lives.  It’s not a hard thing to do, and you don’t have to change your lives to do it.  You don’t have to change your meditations, your prayers, or any practice. It’s a  way of being in our hearts as we go throughout the day that’s very easy to  learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-6563696863473677813?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6563696863473677813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=6563696863473677813&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/6563696863473677813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/6563696863473677813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-based-living.html' title='Heart-based living'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-7300753740824426936</id><published>2009-10-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:21:56.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to me ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/StE2jQ9C7KI/AAAAAAAANHI/ra0gdD9K61E/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/StE2jQ9C7KI/AAAAAAAANHI/ra0gdD9K61E/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391150208413527202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have received a hand written letter recently??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never received any letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….which i had to hide from my mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… which i had to read many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Which i could keep in my notebooks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or atleast the letters I could show to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because people who like me don’t know how to express by words and may be  people who play with words don’t like me. But I received one, couple of days back from some one who likes me and who knows to play with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the Letter story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying the mother natures art, and confused with some one's cranky mood, I came home at 2:00 am, and there it was, hanging on my door. A bag carrying the name of my fav store.  Inside it along with other gifts I found this handwritten letter for me.  When I first saw it, I was confused and this confusion reflected in India on my mom (I was on call with my mom).  She asked me something 3 times and 3 times I responded Enna?!! Enna?!!..  Finally she got irritated and asked me ..Anga ena panra??? Meaning what you are doing there?.. I said nothing and waited till I released the call. I opened the letter carefully and read it line by line. After reading it, I thought this is the first letter I received after so many years also the content made me happy and ofcourse little embarrasing too :):) .  I kept it beside me on my bed and fell asleep. Next morning when I woke up and was staring at the tree outside my window  which i do everyday.  I saw this letter lying next to me on my  bed.  I opened and read it once again. Thanks for the person who wrote to me.  I am sure I will treasure it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-7300753740824426936?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7300753740824426936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=7300753740824426936&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7300753740824426936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7300753740824426936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/leter-to-me.html' title='Letter to me ..'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/StE2jQ9C7KI/AAAAAAAANHI/ra0gdD9K61E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-8001916821405597653</id><published>2009-08-29T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:34:41.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams acheived :):)</title><content type='html'>Miles away from home ,Hours away from sleep .Sitting here  am thinking how much i miss ma family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Though  i am living my dream life and acheiving things i wanted to acheive  from my child hood , i am missing something. i.e spending time with family on specail occassions.&lt;br /&gt;     My biggest dream in ma life is to get a individual house with space for gardening coz dad is very much interested in garden.I remember the weekends where me and dad spend time in changing the soil ,watering the plants in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time i use to say "Appa how nice it will be when we have a big garden"&lt;br /&gt;.Everytime i say that dad will say "You will have it one day :)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes atlast i did it. I got ma parents a home with the space for garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i would say this is my second gift to them.My first gift was a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-dream-came-true.html"&gt;car &lt;/a&gt;which me and bros got them at the same time  last year.&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how happy am feeling now .I am not there with them to share their happiness but i know how happy they feel .&lt;br /&gt;These days every day i call dad .I ask him "Appa ,Are you happy now?".I like to hear the word "Yes ma am so happy " again and again.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is ma real inspiration .He encourages me in everything i did . I can proudly say among we three i am the only kid who spend much time with ma father and am the closest to his heart.(Though he has the secret affection to ma bros,He never showed it to them ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sep 6 is the house warming.I am happy to invite you all  :) :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-8001916821405597653?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8001916821405597653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=8001916821405597653&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/8001916821405597653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/8001916821405597653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-acheived.html' title='Dreams acheived :):)'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-3788584671267905592</id><published>2009-06-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:20:17.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usual sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Skkh7eMWCRI/AAAAAAAALqg/inc5VUupGHI/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Skkh7eMWCRI/AAAAAAAALqg/inc5VUupGHI/s320/church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352846937707383058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I religious ? No ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not Religious ? No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Person who wants to go to church regulary not that i am so religious ,may be i am brought up like that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skipping the church for 2 weekends decided to go this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had latenight tired sleep of doing nothing woke up on sunday morning peeked out of the comforter to check the weather ,It is gloomy like other days , made me have a cozy sleep for a long time. .searched my mobile to look at the time , It is always  either me or my mobile will be on the otherside of where we both start together in the night.&lt;br /&gt;The clock showed 11:30 am too late for 12:00 pm mass but i dont want to give lame execuse everyweekend..woke up, got ready reached at 12:20.&lt;br /&gt;I am the last person who always sits in the last bench in the church. I never listened to the preaching though i tried hard to listen .&lt;br /&gt;I entered for a hym which i always love to listen. After the hym ..Priest with no peace said "Peace be with you" .&lt;br /&gt;Our Response "And also be with you".&lt;br /&gt;Priest -"Share the Peace with one another" .&lt;br /&gt;A couple shared their peace by kissing each other on their lips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American grandma shared her peace by touching my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;African lady shared it by hugging me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phillipine guy by hand shaking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Indian guy neither he nor I wants to touch,hug or shake hands ..we looked at each other and said at the same time "Peace".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-3788584671267905592?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3788584671267905592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=3788584671267905592&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3788584671267905592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3788584671267905592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/usual-sunday.html' title='Usual sunday'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Skkh7eMWCRI/AAAAAAAALqg/inc5VUupGHI/s72-c/church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-4913797996909440203</id><published>2009-06-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:58:53.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People may come ,People may go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SiyLnxM8ScI/AAAAAAAALl4/6J1t7sVn3aU/s1600-h/upb1050431.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344800373120715202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SiyLnxM8ScI/AAAAAAAALl4/6J1t7sVn3aU/s320/upb1050431.3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was happening these days in my life? many ... People came ,People went and People are going from my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl whom i met 8 years back.We don't know each other when we first land there ,&lt;br /&gt;we don't know how long we will be together .We have different opinions different taste but still we were same.&lt;br /&gt;Days passed by fate took us apart  and lost contact . Few days back heard something is going on her life ,Though we were miles apart&amp;nbsp;  i knew what she must be going through now . Called her after 3 years . I heard the caller tune from her phone.some strange song singing in a strange language for me. Not in a mood to listen,i was worried what will be the reaction from her side when she hears me .&lt;br /&gt;I heard the voice from other side. I just  said "Hello"..&lt;br /&gt;There replies the voice from other side "Shobi is that you???.." . No matter how many years you lost contact of  ur closed ones they will remain the same - &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;People came :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy through a small window,who came into my life uninvited.I know i opened doors for him to walk in,But uninvited still. I can't accept that I'd invited trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me laugh for no reason,he made me cry for no reason but he left me for some reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days he is ...&lt;br /&gt;...no more mail in my inbox,&lt;br /&gt;....deleted number in my mobile,&lt;br /&gt;.....memory that i carry with a heavy heart. -&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;People went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this another girl who came into my life 2 years back..She gives me my space and have her own space always..&lt;br /&gt;We spoke a little , sometimes it had a big meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Usually we speak..&lt;br /&gt;.."dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;.."6:oo PM at Harvard?"&lt;br /&gt;.."Movie ..tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;.."Shopping?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unusually she said..  "I am moving from this place" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;People are going&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-4913797996909440203?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4913797996909440203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=4913797996909440203&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/4913797996909440203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/4913797996909440203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-may-come-people-may-go.html' title='People may come ,People may go'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SiyLnxM8ScI/AAAAAAAALl4/6J1t7sVn3aU/s72-c/upb1050431.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-5609946427345650639</id><published>2009-05-28T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:11:57.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is India Shining???</title><content type='html'>I can see tha pain in their eyes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this will end ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcrshoba%2Falbumid%2F5341786185251506865%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Pictures taken from forwarded mail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-5609946427345650639?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fcd02210068c84c2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5609946427345650639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=5609946427345650639&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/5609946427345650639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/5609946427345650639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-india-shining.html' title='Is India Shining???'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-5944222549284303247</id><published>2009-03-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:50:35.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Little me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/ScxKHACgNhI/AAAAAAAAKo0/QvhX_glN4rA/s1600-h/CB050353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/ScxKHACgNhI/AAAAAAAAKo0/QvhX_glN4rA/s320/CB050353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317706744147752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been three.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A little older or little younger.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to this School with White shorts and the brown tops, with small little bag which was too big for my tiny shoulders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mrs. Irene was my class teacher. She with her blue dress and chubby pink cheeks looks pretty with the smile on her face always. She looks more Prettier when she holds the crying child on her hand and comforts them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poor little me sitting at the corner and watching all these badly wants to get into Mrs. Irene’s arm, So I too cried... but I didn’t get her arms instead I got a slap from my another teacher ,This time I really cried ,not for Mrs. Irene , I cried &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mrs. Irene teaches the strange language called English. I learnt the meaningless things perfectly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mary had a little lamb, little lamb...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Who is that Mary?” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. I was not big enough to care who she is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afternoon we slept- Mrs. Irene sang for us to sleep, but I slept when she stops singing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One (un)fine evening I was hanging on the gate with my big bag in the shoulder and mouth full of rhymes waiting for dad, heard a loud noise and saw a man falling down from his bike. Some one shouted it is Mrs. Irene’s husband and he is dead. My small little mind didn’t understand anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was the crowd of people surrounding Mrs. Irene. Me tiny little creature peeped through the small hole between two people, saw her. She was sitting there with her eyes well up with water and her cheeks are more pinkish than it use to be...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ran to daddy, holding his hand asked “Mrs. Irene won’t smile again?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-5944222549284303247?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5944222549284303247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=5944222549284303247&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/5944222549284303247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/5944222549284303247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-have-been-three.html' title='That Little me...'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/ScxKHACgNhI/AAAAAAAAKo0/QvhX_glN4rA/s72-c/CB050353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-4969841188628936964</id><published>2009-03-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:28:26.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Im)Perfect  days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/ScQCTYSrEII/AAAAAAAAKnc/q7A2-MkTSF0/s1600-h/white+sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/ScQCTYSrEII/AAAAAAAAKnc/q7A2-MkTSF0/s320/white+sheets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315375992165568642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the darkness of a room she could feel nothing only the awkward silence in the room , She started thinking of him .There is always solitude in  darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she landed in the airport she was so scared what if he don't find her in the sea of people , she repeated his mobile number many times , But when he recognized her ,her relief was by sinking  into the bags,baggage and also into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he ask her to wait for him until he returns from the ticket counter she waited in the same place where he left , though it is in the middle of the Pedestrian path. He made fun of her for tat, She still don't have idea why she did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are traveling in the bus  she  looked out the window,  everything seems new to her but not him , she felt they both lived together some where ,some place longtime ago.Things were different but yet the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She liked the room they stayed, especially the bed .She said the bed is too small but he said good it is small ,You wont go away from me in the middle of the sleep .She loved him more, than she use to. That night she slept the best sleep, with the face in the curve of his neck.  No night mares and dreams a kiss away.He kissed her even in the middle of the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning they don't remember how often they turn off the alarm and slept?,every time they turn off the alarm they came closer and closer ,found nooks and curves to hold each other .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hold his hand wherever they  go and so did he . She was standing too close to him in the cruise and  she could feel his breath on her hair  ,she squeezed his palm and lye on his shoulder . At that minute she remembered somewhere someone asking her about the perfect date,For her , this is her perfect date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came for her to leave she asked when would we meet again?. He took her in his arms and gave a tight hug , she felt that was the moment she was longing for .Her throat began to close and her eyes well up with water  . The look that he gave , haunts her. But she know that it is the time for her to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are like minutes now . Everything changed now, even he .  she  left a part of her  behind somewhere out there. Maybe in one of the places they went … Maybe in one of the benches they sat. Maybe under the pillow , a little hidden.&lt;span id=":144"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=":140"&gt;And that part of her will always remain a void...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-4969841188628936964?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4969841188628936964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=4969841188628936964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/4969841188628936964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/4969841188628936964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-2-days-with-him.html' title='(Im)Perfect  days..'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/ScQCTYSrEII/AAAAAAAAKnc/q7A2-MkTSF0/s72-c/white+sheets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-7655920763980787537</id><published>2009-02-28T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:06:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Saodhri2D4I/AAAAAAAAKZI/XAaEvdCs3WY/s1600-h/holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Saodhri2D4I/AAAAAAAAKZI/XAaEvdCs3WY/s320/holding-hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308087575271313282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke to me coz of your loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;It is worse that i know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I have to give up things I like&lt;br /&gt;You ask "Will u leave me?"&lt;br /&gt;You send me a hug when i said "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said i am sweet&lt;br /&gt;but i don't realize that i am sweet enough to leave you to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped being myself&lt;br /&gt;And try to be what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;And end being neither of us wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing you little lesser than before&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll stop remembering you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-7655920763980787537?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7655920763980787537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=7655920763980787537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7655920763980787537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7655920763980787537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-end.html' title='The end???'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Saodhri2D4I/AAAAAAAAKZI/XAaEvdCs3WY/s72-c/holding-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-7638804102802336154</id><published>2009-02-16T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:11:29.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SZpJ1fjh7VI/AAAAAAAAKXc/X1BQ654Fpyc/s1600-h/coffee_morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SZpJ1fjh7VI/AAAAAAAAKXc/X1BQ654Fpyc/s320/coffee_morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303632694534597970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today when I was in a coffee shop to get my coffee I felt that someone is watching me... I got my coffee and sat in the bench nearby by enjoying my hot coffee and was reading my book... I saw this guy, on the very first look we both liked each other and we exchanged the smile. He came towards me , and I realized that he is trying to have a conversation with me... though I like this guy I do not want to talk with strangers so I started concentrating on the book I was reading. He came near me with a cup of coffee and said "Hi", I gave my smile back... He asks me "Are u waiting for the bus?”... I said "yes”...He asked me how frequent the bus is? After some time he started telling about him that he is from TN and he is here on B1 visa, working for so and so company... and asked about me... I told a little about me. He told me his name; I found that he is a Muslim guy. We both talked about the things around us. It was time for us to leave so he gave me his number I asked him "What for? " ,He said "just in case", and also said "I'll be here only for few weeks ".. So call me soon. I can see the smile in his face :) . I said why should I call u and gave back his number , I did this and smiled without even knowing :D...he did not ask for my number first I thought "Guys are guys he doesn't want get to my number ,so even if I do not call he can convince him he doesn't have my number so he cannot call me" .. (All these thoughts are coz of the movie I saw last week :p), All of a sudden he said "Fine give me your number, I won't do u anything". , I gave him and took my bus. After sometime I got a call, I pick the phone with my heart pounding only then I realized that it is not a call it is alarm and it is only 7:30 in the morning, and everything is dream. :P. I woke with a smile thinking what a weird dream : D... I don know who he is but thanks for the dream guy for bringing smile in my face early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS-When I told this to my friend she said it’s high time for u to get married :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-7638804102802336154?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7638804102802336154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=7638804102802336154&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7638804102802336154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7638804102802336154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/he.html' title='He..'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SZpJ1fjh7VI/AAAAAAAAKXc/X1BQ654Fpyc/s72-c/coffee_morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-7680713459177452792</id><published>2009-02-01T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:30:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first gift from Ma Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Sa8A7Vx1fJI/AAAAAAAAKd0/TVuounuzOyU/s1600-h/6a00d8341c65ff53ef00e5521931b88833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Sa8A7Vx1fJI/AAAAAAAAKd0/TVuounuzOyU/s320/6a00d8341c65ff53ef00e5521931b88833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309463505151556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have written this blog long back asusual late.. This is about my First gift from my best friend in 8 years.. AXi know him right from my first year of ma college ..apadi oru irregular payana yen life la nan parthathe illa.. athunala thanavo nanum avanum friends anom.. Intha 8 years la avan enaku oru choclate ku kooda spend paninathu illa.. but i have spend for  him a lot..During College days correct nan evlo money vaichu irukenu therinju vaicha mathiri enkita vanthu money ketpan..Most of the times i wondered and asked him ..nee muname yen vallet check panitaya nu.. :) :) ..Apadi iruntha AX ku thidrnu yen mela ena pasamo theriyala he gave me a birthday gift this year ..  Enaku acharyamo acharyam..Neeya da ipadi nu keten?..  I was so happy when i got that from him.. Thnx da .. Whatever happens we are always Friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-Gift vangi koduthathuku double madanga selavu vaichutan.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-7680713459177452792?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7680713459177452792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=7680713459177452792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7680713459177452792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/7680713459177452792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-gift-from-ma-friend.html' title='first gift from Ma Friend'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/Sa8A7Vx1fJI/AAAAAAAAKd0/TVuounuzOyU/s72-c/6a00d8341c65ff53ef00e5521931b88833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-1761940069165246629</id><published>2008-11-06T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:06:23.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in US of A</title><content type='html'>It has been 1 year and 3 months i moved to US.. time flew like anything .. I still remeber my first day in US.. Aug 21 2007 i came here .. Until i reach Franfurt , Germany i didn't think about anything when i was in Franfurt airport waiting for my transit oru vagayana verumai apadiye manasukula ..oru thanimayai unarthen.. Irunthalum puthu ooru ,Puthu makkal paka porom nu oru arvam. After 4 hours stay took a flight to Boston from Germany..Flight Journey was really boring ..Bus ,train na kooda anga anga niruthuvanga,Nalu pera roadla pakalam ithu sutha bore 16 hours apadiya utkanthutu varanum ,window open pani eti partha white a clouds matum..first avlo kita clouds pakum pothu got much excited.. apuram konja nerathila i got bored so nane clouds la singam ,puli ellam imagine pani paka arambichuten.. ipadiya oru valiya boston vanthuten..  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  When the Pilot was about to land the Flight .. enamo avlo oru kashtam, nane ena console pana try paninen but enathan irunthalum nama ellam tamil ponu la posukunu aluthiduvom la so enayum ariyama enaku kan kalanga arambichuduchu India va ,amma ,appa ,anna and friends ellarayum miss pana arambichuten. Naan aluthathu pakathila iruntha ponu pathucho enavo "Are u travelling first time ? " nu she asked me ..Namaku konjam puppy shame a poiduchu .. Pilot ku signal kidaikama landing konjam delay nala avaru flight la enaenavo vithai katinaru .. but namaku thaan mansu ellam India la irunththu so can't enjoy anything.. Finally got Landed .&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;   After all the check out oru valiya reached the office guest house.. Anga vanthu i called home to tell ma parents i reached safely ..Amma voice keta udane inga enaku kanu ellam kalangiduchu but Nama oor ponungalku thaan solli kodukamalaye therinja vishyam evlo kashtam vanthalum Porantha veetla katatha , athe than nanum follow paninen.. Amma kita nalla pesitu ,Phone vaichu aluthu thalliten,  anaiku mudivu paninen intha oorla 3 months mela irukrathu illa at the max 6 months nu... hahhaa ipa konjam loves ayiduchu US mela..  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vantha Puthus la indians a partha avlo oru santhoshama athuvum tamil karangala patha pothum kekave vendam .. athu enavo theriyalaynga nama tamil ponunga matum tamila pesave matanguthu..&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Us la if u meet some Indians First Question they ask us is "R u from India?" patha epadi irukama.. Kekum pothu illa Africa nu solla thonum but irunthalum nama makkal ache oru poi  sirpodu yes nu solluvom.. yen neramo enavo tehriyala nan Tamil makkala avlavo pakala ..ena suthi epa paru oru star plus odikita iruku.. &lt;br /&gt;   &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yen License pathiyum naan solliya aganum ,Nama orr mathiri straight a oti katina ellam inga License tharamatanga .. i don't know about other places my bad luck nan driving test edutha place la ena straight otu,Reverse edu, Pull Parking panu,Parallel Parking panu,Free turn podu nu uriyavangitaru .. Ithula Ivaru namala confuse vera panuvaru DO NOT ENTER kita right la po nu solluvaru nama signs pathu avaru sona mathiri pogama correct routela poganum ena kodumai .. Naan India La License edukum Pothu ena straight a oti kata sonaru.. Stop panum pothu oru pallam irunthathu , nama height ku athu theriyala kita varum pothu thaan parthen ..sudden break adichu niruthitan apadi irunthum nama officer enaku License koduthataru..but inga Parallel parking panum Pothu it should be one feet from the grove apadi illayanu "It is too close honey,so i can't give u License " nu vellakara durai fail panitaru first time .. silirthu eluntha singama second time poi oti katti license vangiten.. &lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ena than Hi5 city ,sophisticated life nalum nama oor sorgam thaan..Inga office vitu vantha Pesa kooda yarum illa.. itha nama oora irunthu veetuku vara valliyilaye oru 4 veetla brake potutu thaan varuvom .. etho College Friends ,School Friends ellam inga irukanla apa apa Mokkai poda mudiyuthu.. &lt;br /&gt;  But enamo irukunga intha oorla ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-1761940069165246629?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1761940069165246629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=1761940069165246629&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/1761940069165246629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/1761940069165246629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-in-united-states-of-america.html' title='Me in US of A'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-3248610215225812178</id><published>2008-08-08T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:48:28.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>You are my....</title><content type='html'>You are ...&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..my happineess,&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..my misery,&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..my problem,&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...my solution.&lt;br /&gt;You are...&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...the one i want to get Rid of my life,&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..the one  i want to spend rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..the one I hate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...the one I love a lot.&lt;br /&gt;You make... &lt;br /&gt;     &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...me cry ,&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my biggest Confusion....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-3248610215225812178?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3248610215225812178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=3248610215225812178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3248610215225812178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/3248610215225812178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/you.html' title='You are my....'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-8562540645399623801</id><published>2008-07-15T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:36:34.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>Why? :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SXul_JL7iAI/AAAAAAAAKM8/gZNFHHattgU/s1600-h/bkbvgokgkl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBqGC7-NWlo/SXul_JL7iAI/AAAAAAAAKM8/gZNFHHattgU/s320/bkbvgokgkl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295008291120449538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want to live my Life.. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't i live the life i want to be? ..&lt;br /&gt;Why should i live it for others most of the time? &lt;br /&gt;Why can't i get what i wish to have? ..&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i tell u if i don like what you do?..&lt;br /&gt;Why should i think that it will hurt you?..&lt;br /&gt;Why should i affect people around me coz of my bad mood?..&lt;br /&gt;Why do i need things which is disturbing me a lot?..&lt;br /&gt;Why i am not able to get rid of it?..&lt;br /&gt;Why should i do things which takes away my happiness?..&lt;br /&gt;Why don you understand me?.. &lt;br /&gt;Am i really happy or pretending to be happy?..&lt;br /&gt;I have only one life I want to live it on my own..I am frustrated ,angry.I don want to show my anger and hurt you by my words..I want to be alone for some time..Please leave me alone ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-8562540645399623801?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8562540645399623801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=8562540645399623801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/8562540645399623801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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us..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this in memory of my friend who is no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was with you on your last days..&lt;br /&gt;At least you would have shared your pains..&lt;br /&gt;How can i forgot our childhood days...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first day we met..&lt;br /&gt;U are on your blue red skirt..&lt;br /&gt;How can i forgot the days we chat..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you used to care..&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you made me smile..&lt;br /&gt;How can i forgot the fun we had...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone ask me "why..?"&lt;br /&gt;I don know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;I was broke when i saw Ur dad and mom cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did leave us alone..?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving our hearts in pain...&lt;br /&gt;We wish everything should be a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake thinking about you all night..&lt;br /&gt;All the lost memories you create ..&lt;br /&gt;But i am too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was with you on your last days...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-4510999267394110749?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4510999267394110749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=4510999267394110749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/4510999267394110749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/4510999267394110749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Y did u leave us..'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-3290752856512593226</id><published>2008-07-05T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:03:40.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You are close to my heart always :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am so bored today.My friends are not here .My Roomie also went to meet her sis .I am killing my time from morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its nice to think about past and people with us when we need them.I am going to write about them in this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad-For everyone mom and dad are special ,same for me too .I am papa's child ,but i always feel more comfortable with my mom.They encourage me in each and everything i do.Thanks for all Ur love and support.You are the main reason for what i am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers-I am happy to have my brothers.I never felt that i don have sisters or younger brother.They showed me what is right and wrong in my life.They are with me in all my ups and downs.I love you forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp-My best friend who knows everything about me.Whenever i am in trouble she gave me shoulders to cry and helped me to come out of it.She laughed with me whenever i laugh.The days we spent together was wonderful days.No one can replace you .I am missing you a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AX-Who changed me a lot,Who teaches me which is good and which is bad and how to handle with the relationships.I learned lot from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS-Whenever i am upset i feel like talking with her.Energetic girl.I will say that she knows half of what PP knows about me.I will feel more comfortable with her.I had wonderful time with you.I am missing u too ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT-You were and still with me when i really need some one to comfort me.Thanks for all your courage.I don know how i would have been now without u.You helped me to come out of my tough days.I need your support for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these people my friends MP,MV ,NK ,TS and VC were also with me most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyone.I need you all for ever and ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-3290752856512593226?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3290752856512593226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009639336149206194.post-1375906139712402043</id><published>2008-07-03T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:01:58.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Lessons in Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;God made relatives; &lt;br /&gt;Thank God we can choose our friends. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect..... &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's perfect...... &lt;br /&gt;so why practice? &lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work fascinates me" &lt;br /&gt;I can look at it for hours&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you learn, the more you know, &lt;br /&gt;The more you know, the more you forget &lt;br /&gt;The more you forget, the less you know &lt;br /&gt;So.. why learn.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus station is where a bus stops.. &lt;br /&gt;A train station is where a train stops.&lt;br /&gt;On my desk, I have a work station.... &lt;br /&gt;what more can I say......... &lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-1375906139712402043?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1375906139712402043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=1375906139712402043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/1375906139712402043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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him..we both were looking at each other for some time ...My heart said smile at him,but at the same time what if he don smile back...but i smiled at him ..he smiled too..I was happy..I told my friend he is cute,My friend said "Yea and he is looking at you." Again i looked and smiled at him by tilting my head..He gave a cute smile back.After some time i was listening to the conversation of the girl who is sitting next to him..He got angry for not looking at him..When i looked at him suddenly he was starring at him..we both smiled ..When his stop comes his father said "kid come lets get down"..My 4 year old cute lil guy was not ready to get down from his fathers lap,so his father lift him and got down..I said bye..He bid me back..He got down from the train and tried to spot me in that crowd..I really.......... love that.."I wish i should see him again...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009639336149206194-8920802550890421130?l=ramblescribblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8920802550890421130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009639336149206194&amp;postID=8920802550890421130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/8920802550890421130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009639336149206194/posts/default/8920802550890421130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblescribblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/wish-to-see-him-again.html' title='Wish to see him again...'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
