<?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-20656197</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:04:41.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bLiNk !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-6426717231720398753</id><published>2011-08-09T20:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:18:08.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unknown relationships...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The moment our eyes met, a connection was felt&lt;br /&gt;He smiled a smile which I had never before met&lt;br /&gt;I took his hand and he shook it hard&lt;br /&gt;Out sprouted his excitement which was all this while jarred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw a winged elephant in a flying cloud&lt;br /&gt;He created an angel with a clay mould&lt;br /&gt;He clapped, he jumped, he laughed aloud&lt;br /&gt;He dint seem to care about the reaction of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the window and he sang for me&lt;br /&gt;His creativity was strewn across for all to see&lt;br /&gt;All he needed was my attention, he wanted the time to freeze&lt;br /&gt;Though Innocent and gullible, he was not easy to appease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a big man but his mind was that of a child&lt;br /&gt;But why was he here even though his imagination ran very wild&lt;br /&gt;I have everything and yet I always cribbed&lt;br /&gt;With all his disability he still rejoiced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did cry when I bid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I had to let go, my heart was dry&lt;br /&gt;I just had one question when I looked up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me god, Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught at Spastic society of Karnataka for one summer. The first day when I entered the classroom full of kids of age 13-15, one kid who had never opened his mouth for the last two years smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;As I sat next to him and tried to teach him 2nd standard math, he just held my hand tight and never wanted to let go.. He never spoke a word but smiled at me for hours holding my hand.. eventually he started singing and responding to me.. the teachers there said this was some improvement they had seen in quite some time... That evening when his mom came to pick him up the teacher told his mom what happened and she was in tears... she shook my hand and said thanks.. She was a poor lady whose husband always accused her for giving birth to a spastic son..&lt;br /&gt;I had done nothing... I had no idea what made that child so fond of me... Had he felt the affection, which he always wanted, when I held his hand for hours.. I had no clue..&lt;br /&gt;I had gone there just to help out but I felt so wanted.. More than him I felt so rewarded that evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-6426717231720398753?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/6426717231720398753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=6426717231720398753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/6426717231720398753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/6426717231720398753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2011/08/unknown-relationships.html' title='Unknown relationships...'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-1180155249610778783</id><published>2011-04-08T11:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:05:17.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter to the Prime Minister</title><content type='html'>Dear Prime Minister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you from Minneapolis,USA. I have been living in this country for the last 2 years but I miss my India every minute. I am what I am and where I am only because of the place I took birth in, because of the people who raised me and all the values instilled in me by my family, my teachers &amp; my friends. I would love only the best of lifestyle to all these people and every Indian who is born with these cultures and traditions. I support Anna Hazare only so that my country will be so much better without corruption. &lt;br /&gt;Please give heed to him. Give politics a clean face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind,&lt;br /&gt;Divya Maiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lets hope it really reaches him or at least his secretary!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-1180155249610778783?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/1180155249610778783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=1180155249610778783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/1180155249610778783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/1180155249610778783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2011/04/letter-to-prime-minister.html' title='Letter to the Prime Minister'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-4410713765612481932</id><published>2011-03-05T02:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:10:47.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Lots of things have changed over the last year!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I picked up my eyelash and placed it on my fist..&lt;br /&gt;Closed my eyes and chanted a long string of wish..&lt;br /&gt;Before I blinked I blew it away into the mist..&lt;br /&gt;I could see wishes turning true in a swish!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom came to live with me in Madison... She was here for my birthday... She experienced so much and more of my lifestyle and she turned a youth all over again!! We danced.. We traveled.. We attended classes :P We even skied together!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dance Dance and more Dance!!!! Gave so many performances and loved it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Traveled to places on pretext of interviews!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GRADUATED with a Masters degree :P :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Moved to Minneapolis ( close to Madison :) and closer to Madhu :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Got a job right here... YAAAAAAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Moved into a pretty house... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Finally MArried!!!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SURMA wins its first NATIONAL FUSION DANCE TEAM title :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just gets better with every day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-4410713765612481932?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/4410713765612481932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=4410713765612481932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/4410713765612481932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/4410713765612481932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-1254226360317474863</id><published>2010-02-10T08:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:49:20.991+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few Things which makes me smile everyday… :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cocoa Pebbles with cold 2% milk, bunch of new emails and FB updates…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soft colorful mittens which promises to keep me warm as I head out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crunching sound of fresh snow under my feet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The inexplicable fun feeling when I step on it not realizing its depth and I sink in  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A silly thought of me turning fair as the icy wind blows against my face :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The superficial greeting by the bus driver which brightens the start of my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self trust that the day's cooking experiment is not going to fail and I would love eating it anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The enjoyable pain after a 3 hr long dance practice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort feeling that I can pick up my phone and I have more than one number to dial when I am bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bed time story narrated by mom over the phone which makes my smile linger till I get up the next day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-1254226360317474863?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/1254226360317474863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=1254226360317474863' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/1254226360317474863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/1254226360317474863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-things-which-makes-me-smile.html' title='Few Things which makes me smile everyday… :)'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-8251949425515996214</id><published>2009-09-17T09:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:35:49.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Misadventures &amp; Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SrG0yoIK7oI/AAAAAAAAG9k/C6phI39Q9B0/s1600-h/Resize+of+P6284422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SrG0yoIK7oI/AAAAAAAAG9k/C6phI39Q9B0/s320/Resize+of+P6284422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382281811542601346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;We drove miles to find my surprise&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate our anniversary&lt;br /&gt;It is so much fun he said&lt;br /&gt;Least did he know about the upcoming adversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had planned it; it was a state park :|&lt;br /&gt;He started to pitch the tent in the dark…&lt;br /&gt;As I started whining in the silent night…&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbors’ well trained dog let out a slight bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SrG0p68RHXI/AAAAAAAAG9c/G1eur-wUVVE/s1600-h/Resize+of+P6284428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SrG0p68RHXI/AAAAAAAAG9c/G1eur-wUVVE/s320/Resize+of+P6284428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382281661974125938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;We crouched up inside the tent, waiting for the rains to subside,&lt;br /&gt;He hated the rains and refused to go on a bike ride&lt;br /&gt;When the sky got clear, he overcame his resentment..&lt;br /&gt;Lets Canoe! He screamed with some excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sailed along the wind, admiring the beauty around&lt;br /&gt;Paddle hitting the water was the only sound&lt;br /&gt;Soaking up the sun, we sang, we laughed&lt;br /&gt;Farther and farther we went, away from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned around to head back towards our camp,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the wind had turned into a vamp&lt;br /&gt;There was no way could we could paddle back&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits were getting damp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, Paddle honey, just there is the shore&lt;br /&gt;Though cold winds blew, beads of sweat began to pour&lt;br /&gt;With his motivational speech he began to bore&lt;br /&gt;I threatened to jump off the canoe; I could take it no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we pulled over on a private jetty,&lt;br /&gt;Walked on a highway wearing life jackets; we looked pretty&lt;br /&gt;Six miles and Paddles in hand, we were almost dead&lt;br /&gt;Phew! That was how our celebration ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-8251949425515996214?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/8251949425515996214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=8251949425515996214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/8251949425515996214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/8251949425515996214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2009/09/disastrous-celebration.html' title='Misadventures &amp; Celebration!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SrG0yoIK7oI/AAAAAAAAG9k/C6phI39Q9B0/s72-c/Resize+of+P6284422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-3407096650580465199</id><published>2009-08-16T12:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:27:58.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!!</title><content type='html'>She was pretty, young and married to a rich tycoon,&lt;br /&gt;Her goals and ambitions had been washed away by a violent typhoon…&lt;br /&gt;Giving up her dream job, she was now a home maker,&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally partying with her husband who was a party monger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High society pretensions and fake attitude she loathed&lt;br /&gt;Yet she sailed along with his whims and let her wishes be….&lt;br /&gt;She cleared the plates left behind by her husband and said&lt;br /&gt;Happy independence to you but let me free….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was lying on a bunk bed when the siren rang,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how his life had changed in a bang...&lt;br /&gt;For no mistake of his, he was sent to this place so ragged…&lt;br /&gt;Out onto the quadrangle he was dragged,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The wardens, guards and officers all stood still&lt;br /&gt;As the anthem was being sung and the flag hoisted high for all inmates to see&lt;br /&gt;He turned towards his innocent cellmate and wished,&lt;br /&gt;Happy independence to thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was unbearable but yet he had to go…&lt;br /&gt;He pinned many tricolor badges to his tattered shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a dozen flags and swaggered ahead slow..&lt;br /&gt;The whipping was cruel, today a lot more pennies he had to show&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He could hear a loud cheer from the school where he badly wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;Studying was discontinued and now he was on a selling spree…&lt;br /&gt;As he offered his days’ earnings to his dad, he whispered,&lt;br /&gt;Happy independence to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-3407096650580465199?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/3407096650580465199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=3407096650580465199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/3407096650580465199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/3407096650580465199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-independance-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-2292107673209430673</id><published>2009-06-13T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:47:59.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A moral to give away!</title><content type='html'>A friend and I ran along the beach&lt;br /&gt;Savoring the stunning scenery around&lt;br /&gt;Where sea gulls flew and waves splashed&lt;br /&gt;And the entire locale resonated with a silent sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always wished for this experience&lt;br /&gt;A cozy time with myself and no one watching me&lt;br /&gt;I swam, jumped, danced and thought&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I could be what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back home to face human presence &lt;br /&gt;This time the situation was tense&lt;br /&gt;Ailing grandma lay there pale &lt;br /&gt;Coughing, breathing hard &amp; fighting the assail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sick but plenty she talked&lt;br /&gt;Jovial as she was at me she mocked&lt;br /&gt;Years of wisdom were being scattered &lt;br /&gt;Pair of ears was all that mattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was unwell but dint realize her pain,&lt;br /&gt;I left next morning; I had to catch a train&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes closed behind me; her voice had seized&lt;br /&gt;I could have made a change but I had restrained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if God exists, agnostic I am&lt;br /&gt;But someone around me had something to say&lt;br /&gt;By unfolding these string of events before me,&lt;br /&gt;Life sure has a moral to give away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-2292107673209430673?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/2292107673209430673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=2292107673209430673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/2292107673209430673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/2292107673209430673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2009/06/moral-to-give-away.html' title='A moral to give away!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-624619672993991045</id><published>2009-04-16T12:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:42:26.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in Madison !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SebaT5X2vmI/AAAAAAAAGqo/YcYeOnHqyKc/s1600-h/P4133426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SebaT5X2vmI/AAAAAAAAGqo/YcYeOnHqyKc/s320/P4133426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325183644765437538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ambitions aplenty &lt;br /&gt;I stare at this visa print&lt;br /&gt;I am headed to this hyped country  &lt;br /&gt;With a hope of making some mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White carpet welcome is embellished with snow showers &lt;br /&gt;Half a smile of achievement escapes&lt;br /&gt;As I step out to start a new phase &lt;br /&gt;Half a smile of anxiety follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly beautiful is the place where I reside&lt;br /&gt;But I get to appreciate it only on the bus ride&lt;br /&gt;A moment is all I get to embrace the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Then I am lab stuck from noon to nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school after a long break&lt;br /&gt;It’s so different and hard to take&lt;br /&gt;I am alienated in this alien place&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it right my grades are at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t handle this pressure I want to flee&lt;br /&gt;It has been just a few days but I’m missing home already&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, I can spot Verilog where ever I see&lt;br /&gt;Is it trying to invoke the nerd in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to this hyped nation &lt;br /&gt;I chose books over a beer pint&lt;br /&gt;But my craziness is retreating hint by hint&lt;br /&gt;Am I really enjoying my new stint?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-624619672993991045?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/624619672993991045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=624619672993991045' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/624619672993991045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/624619672993991045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2009/04/trapped-in-madison.html' title='Trapped in Madison !'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SebaT5X2vmI/AAAAAAAAGqo/YcYeOnHqyKc/s72-c/P4133426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-698016120630179119</id><published>2009-01-15T09:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:54:26.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Scoop of Himalayas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SW9a5i798XI/AAAAAAAAGb0/4M6k6Py6FDs/s1600-h/hima2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SW9a5i798XI/AAAAAAAAGb0/4M6k6Py6FDs/s320/hima2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291548031860994418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled for hours and miles,&lt;br /&gt;Braving the woods and gaping at the skies&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse or little more maybe&lt;br /&gt;Would satiate my eyes' urge to see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I trekked along valleys, climbed many hills&lt;br /&gt;Waded across brooks and through water stills..&lt;br /&gt;Even with so much beauty around to relish&lt;br /&gt;I wanted something more to be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tired I was, panted like a famished pup&lt;br /&gt;Rode a mule when my legs gave up&lt;br /&gt;With not much energy and a few more paces&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I would reach my snowy mountain ranges&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A giant white cloud sped past me &lt;br /&gt;Challenging me for a race&lt;br /&gt;He played cheap tricks by frosting my feet&lt;br /&gt;And dampening my pace&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I reached the top, &lt;br /&gt;I could'nt believe what was there..&lt;br /&gt;Thousand scoops of Himalayas&lt;br /&gt;Stood gallantly for me to stare&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I stopped; fell on my knees&lt;br /&gt;To admire my dream destination&lt;br /&gt;My rival, my competitor mockingly sneered&lt;br /&gt;And moved ahead in elation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Up he went and marred my vision&lt;br /&gt;Making sight hazy and blur&lt;br /&gt;Though jealous I was of that cloud&lt;br /&gt;I yelled, "You win, please stay back here."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deaf ear he turned as he floated above&lt;br /&gt;And embraced my dear mountains&lt;br /&gt;When he turned back for a second to show off his victory&lt;br /&gt;Just one scoop of Himalayas was what I could manage to see :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-698016120630179119?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/698016120630179119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=698016120630179119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/698016120630179119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/698016120630179119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2009/01/scoop-of-himalayas.html' title='A Scoop of Himalayas!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SW9a5i798XI/AAAAAAAAGb0/4M6k6Py6FDs/s72-c/hima2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-6017004318888744661</id><published>2008-12-16T01:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:20:37.875+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvFXkyPW8I/AAAAAAAAGeg/DFVNHPoQARw/s1600-h/Pav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvFXkyPW8I/AAAAAAAAGeg/DFVNHPoQARw/s320/Pav.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295042795706211266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soothing sweet voice which will heal all ur pain&lt;br /&gt;Or a high pitched screech with which ur blood panics while flowing in ur vein….&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out her hair and running around like she has just missed a train…&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where sanity is hidden in this Miss.Insane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running around malls from city’s one corner to the other end…..&lt;br /&gt;Worshiper of latest fashion and current trend….&lt;br /&gt;Collector of worries from every nook and every bend….&lt;br /&gt;Always twitching her finger is tension’s best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She vows to go on a diet while she is feasting on ‘chaat’&lt;br /&gt;She gets drunk on cranberry juice and vanishes with a dart… &lt;br /&gt;She loves to hog right from a mcVeggie to a lemon tart :P&lt;br /&gt;How I miss my eating partner and an ever hungry brat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps firing the same question, each time expecting a different answer...&lt;br /&gt;I am dumbfounded by this designer model; she is a unique character… &lt;br /&gt;Spreading like wildfire is her infectious laughter…&lt;br /&gt;A friend for life she is, a very pretty monster…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-6017004318888744661?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/6017004318888744661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=6017004318888744661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/6017004318888744661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/6017004318888744661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2008/12/pretty-pretty.html' title='Pretty Pretty'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvFXkyPW8I/AAAAAAAAGeg/DFVNHPoQARw/s72-c/Pav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-1277349481769661219</id><published>2008-11-25T09:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:07:55.858+05:30</updated><title type='text'>it's you !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXVU_kVdYBI/AAAAAAAAGdo/x8RcZalC2JE/s1600-h/DSC08524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXVU_kVdYBI/AAAAAAAAGdo/x8RcZalC2JE/s320/DSC08524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293230388106059794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was destined to know a person so beautiful…..&lt;br /&gt;But it just happened one day, out of blue…&lt;br /&gt;My friend is what I call her……&lt;br /&gt;I can die for her, of which she has no clue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my soul mate, you know me the best….&lt;br /&gt;I’m a fan of your simplicity, love your style…&lt;br /&gt;Your company is what I crave for…..&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could walk you a mile……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days with her were the finest….&lt;br /&gt;The times we went on wild quests…..&lt;br /&gt;Missing the lectures, breaking rules….&lt;br /&gt;More than students, we were classroom’s honorary guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took pride in whatever I did and I in yours … &lt;br /&gt;Those never ending conversations of pieces and bits….&lt;br /&gt;Which we carefully downloaded it onto a paper and preserved it…&lt;br /&gt;With various fonts and colors, we proudly called it our ‘chits’….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like these beautiful black pearls, rare and different….&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is so soothing, she can offer solace to any broken heart…&lt;br /&gt;She is the most beautiful hue of the rainbow…&lt;br /&gt;Her presence itself is so addictive, with her, its impossible to part….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the pain; I would love to endure….&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could rewind those days for a while….&lt;br /&gt;You’re one of my special ones……..&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could walk you a mile…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-1277349481769661219?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/1277349481769661219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=1277349481769661219' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/1277349481769661219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/1277349481769661219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-you_24.html' title='it&apos;s you !'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXVU_kVdYBI/AAAAAAAAGdo/x8RcZalC2JE/s72-c/DSC08524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-100390779692137446</id><published>2008-04-21T11:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:27:54.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That Old Feeling Returns :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvHEWja0TI/AAAAAAAAGew/xtDGTKt-sTQ/s1600-h/PC130789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvHEWja0TI/AAAAAAAAGew/xtDGTKt-sTQ/s320/PC130789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295044664491692338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on a bench at my granny's house , deeply involved in some craft work which I had happily abandoned when I was 8. I was too thrilled to be doing what I was coz I had always thot that i lacked patience and skill for it. I did not shift my base for hours and dint blink for minutes. I was totally involved when I heard a scream..!!! My concentration was broken in a flash and I literally jumped with my eyes and mouth wide open with excitement. My boyfriend was back after a one year's stint in the US. He was standing in front of me with a camera to capture my reaction! My instant reaction was to hit him and say, "U R MAD!". The least expected reaction a friend said. I could see the sparkle in his eyes, partly because he was too happy to see me and partly as he was extremely proud of himself that he had managed to surprise me for the first time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=53YiuRcAp5Q&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=53YiuRcAp5Q&amp;amp;feature=user&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole year's wait had just erased and I felt that he had never gone. Everything was like how it used to be before. His struggle while we sat on the floor to have lunch; his hands in pocket while standing and talking; his slow walk; his characteristic laugh, just everything about him was the same. I was a little disappointed as i had expected and wanted an iota of change in him so that I feel that he was away for a while. What was new was his bundle of stories about the states!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has put on a few pounds (surprisingly it does not matter to me) and has got fairer ( relatives will be happy about the 'FAIR' groom :P). We meet everyday and the joy of meeting him is increasing with each day, which is a little weird. This feeling is the one I had during our initial dating days. I have not experienced this for a looooooooooooong time now and am enjoying it. Our fights, the laughs, holding hands, bike rides everything has returned. The comfort level, the warmth is still the same. He is still the same. But something is new. I have found a change. A change I cannot describe but just feel. An exaggerated elation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distance has done us good.&lt;br /&gt;With all difficulties we stood.&lt;br /&gt;We are falling in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;It feels fresh like rain. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-100390779692137446?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/100390779692137446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=100390779692137446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/100390779692137446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/100390779692137446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-old-feeling-returns.html' title='That Old Feeling Returns :)'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvHEWja0TI/AAAAAAAAGew/xtDGTKt-sTQ/s72-c/PC130789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-5015730726734204479</id><published>2007-08-13T15:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:30:23.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zephyr</title><content type='html'>Clueless of the world around, I raise my arms……&lt;br /&gt;To embrace the zephyr, that is talking a silent language…&lt;br /&gt;Unable to comprehend what s being conveyed…&lt;br /&gt;I purse my hands and bring it closer to my ears….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here are your friends to keep you company”, it said…&lt;br /&gt;“Hold them close as true friends are a few!”&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of flower petals are thrust in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;Shades of Yellow, red and colors so new…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caress them gently and treat them with passion…&lt;br /&gt;I study their abstract inward beauty with admiration…&lt;br /&gt;Overtly hospitable as I am, I give them a place to stay…&lt;br /&gt;Right there in the unfathomable depths of my heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I start dreading the wind and anticipate its ferocity&lt;br /&gt;I order it to retreat, being possessive and selfish…&lt;br /&gt;Offensive it gets, ravenously it charges……&lt;br /&gt;Rampages my ecstasy, I’m left with remorse and anguish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each colored petal moves in a different direction………&lt;br /&gt;It now yearns for a selfless person, a different destination…………&lt;br /&gt;I repent my actions and pray for forgiveness….&lt;br /&gt;“Come back O wind; help me find my friends!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a wish to fly away with the wind is overheard...&lt;br /&gt;A pair of beautiful wings is gifted…&lt;br /&gt;I swing them to and fro, I’m being levitated…&lt;br /&gt;Here I go…..to rejoice and reunite..!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-5015730726734204479?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/5015730726734204479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=5015730726734204479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/5015730726734204479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/5015730726734204479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2007/08/zephyr.html' title='Zephyr'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-2787661207416173792</id><published>2007-04-22T01:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:00:54.237+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AFFLICTION !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I lay painless, in a pool of blood…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even the days bright sun, gave up, when the wound refused to dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had tried hard to see what could hurt me more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the pain u inflicted was more painful that I could not even cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I stabbed myself, It did not hurt…What hurt me more was you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each time I thought about it.. the affliction was something new..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyday there was a hope that things would be better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I loved you with all my heart; I gave you my everything…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;U chopped my trust into pieces; Ripped me off my self esteem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;U gifted me with a shattered pride, am now left with half a wing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I slit my wrist, it did not hurt.. You butchered me, yes it was you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each time the knife tore my skin.. the affliction was something new..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While I am growing weak, there is something within, that beats for you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are you so callous, why cannot you see that I still feel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I blink I capture your image… When I breathe, it speaks of you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You stripped my confidence, but my love for u, u can never steal..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cut a finger, It did not hurt…What hurt me more was you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each time I thought about it… the affliction was something new..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The times when we kissed, when you held me close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was all fake and I was used like a whore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I leave this world with a lot of bruises, one for each time you deceived..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If am ever re born, I will still love you and of that am sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I burn my lips, It does not hurt… you burnt me alive, it was you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each time the flame eats me up… the affliction is something new..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-2787661207416173792?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/2787661207416173792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=2787661207416173792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/2787661207416173792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/2787661207416173792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2007/04/affliction.html' title='AFFLICTION !'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-117143615484078936</id><published>2007-02-14T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:35:24.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy valentines day.!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;In a crowded lane when I walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my hand and I can feel your hold.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me strength, further I tread…&lt;br /&gt;To accomplish goals, to strive ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;When I sit by the window, clogged by your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;My lips widen by its soothing pleasantries…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;As I recollect those blissful chirpy times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;I efface the desolation, I am sad no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;I shut my eyes, I drift away&lt;br /&gt;While in my dreams, you break in&lt;br /&gt;Being left footed, yet you dance&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep me company as I sway!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;As I gape at the blank wall, you read my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;The phone rings and there you are….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;With your banters and gags, I go hysterical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Thus my sob stands defeated by my chuckle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;When the darkness closes in there, the sun shines bright here…&lt;br /&gt;As the tears of anticipation dribble down here, you bathe in snowfall there…&lt;br /&gt;This severance is difficult to comprehend, tough to bear…&lt;br /&gt;Come back, here are your people who care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;In all your troubles I pray you smile…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Embracing life and enjoying all the while…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Through your eyes I am viewing the world; and I see you shine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;But I sorely miss you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;my valentine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-117143615484078936?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/117143615484078936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=117143615484078936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/117143615484078936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/117143615484078936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy valentines day.!!!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-116654914220554341</id><published>2006-12-19T22:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:59:34.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>tHoUgHtLeSs.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beneath the stars, beneath the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Contemplating my life, lifeless I lie…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sound of the waves, wetting my feet, deafened my ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Futile was my struggle for all these years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Times of uncertainty, accompanied insecurity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Drowned me deeper to the depth of ambiguity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Familiar paths are now turning alien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I’m drifting away into a world of oblivion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    My fickle mind is frantically hunting for a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I’m fighting against myself in this humongous treason…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Marching steadily, my heart is on its way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    To wage a war against my mind which is drifting away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Unanswered questions annoyingly hover above my head…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    A phase of realization creeps in to tell me things which were left unsaid…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I stop; take an oath to never surrender…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I decide to fight all odds, being a strong contender!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Beneath the stars, beneath the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I give birth to a new hope with a sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    With a profound confidence I rise, kicking away my fears…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Futile isn’t my struggle for all these years!!&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/20656197-116654914220554341?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/116654914220554341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=116654914220554341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/116654914220554341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/116654914220554341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/12/thoughtless.html' title='tHoUgHtLeSs.........'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-116490061063786711</id><published>2006-11-30T20:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:26:32.581+05:30</updated><title type='text'>UTOPIAN DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mornings are too short and nights sleepless… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amidst turmoil, work rendered should be flawless…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To talk to the inner self I have no time….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The poet within me is dying; there are no more words that rhyme… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mechanical lifestyle, filled with dismay….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Synthetic concerns worsen your day…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Evading the place where even trees refuse to sway…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to fly to utopia, far far away….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Healthy competition has become blind….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A constant dagger behind is a common find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Multiple set of eyes always watching my stride…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From this inhumane torture I’m not able to hide… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ruthless vandalism is reigning strong… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being malicious is no longer wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Undressing this stress which clutches all day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to fly to utopia, far far away….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Missing the long walks and talks with my mother…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beside the lake where we blew all the gathered chicken feather….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eavesdropping and hiding, with pals beneath the heather……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without any of these, my senses have begun to smother….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I choke on my words when I talk about the times of yore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My eyes stream up and myriad emotions galore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To relive those days of nostalgia, I want to fly away….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to fly to utopia, where your hair will never grey….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-116490061063786711?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/116490061063786711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=116490061063786711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/116490061063786711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/116490061063786711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/11/utopian-dream_30.html' title='UTOPIAN DREAM'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-115993597158928698</id><published>2006-10-04T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:56:11.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miss U Blog!!!!</title><content type='html'>work s eating my blog time :(&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times wer i wud sit in front of the comp n stare at it for looong hrs n type one or two sentences meanwhile..... i stare at d comp for hrs even now... but 4 a different purpose... which does not excite me... but im bound to it!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;does it mean anythin at all??????????&lt;br /&gt;i choose to live differently....&lt;br /&gt;i'l come back soon...&lt;br /&gt;wait for me....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-115993597158928698?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/115993597158928698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=115993597158928698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/115993597158928698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/115993597158928698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/10/miss-u-blog.html' title='Miss U Blog!!!!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-115173275513639152</id><published>2006-07-01T11:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:32:17.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insane lover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A beautiful dream; a handsome man; loaded with money and a heart to love!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A dream indeed, far from reality, but it does happen to most.... how????&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some things happen when you least expect&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the reasons for which you hardly want to suspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unexpected turn of events is arduous to relate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Especially when hoarded with happiness you would never anticipate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of a sudden it strikes like a lightening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About looks you never cared, it was just passionate liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When 'Prince-not-so-charming' pours till you get drunk on adoration,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can do with Your charms and indulge in the ecstatic relation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only one can believe that you are the world’s only beautiful possession,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who worships you for the person you are with forceful affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who craves for your smile like a starved urchin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who, at times, wants you to cry just to offer a shoulder with a sly grin!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He should be undoubtedly insane, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to tolerate the response which is so inhumane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A friend says he is like a sponge; he absorbs all the pain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keeps it within him and doesn't even cry in rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This man I know is hopelessly in love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but there must be people who are worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pardon me, I ain't no poet &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to rephrase all this in a romantic verse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-115173275513639152?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/115173275513639152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=115173275513639152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/115173275513639152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/115173275513639152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/06/insane-lover.html' title='Insane lover!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-114968031139159881</id><published>2006-06-07T17:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:36:39.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I clutched on to my life, so tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It pained a lot but i wanted to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I could see hopeful eyes, wet, peeping at my plight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I wanted to live, I clutched on to my life with all my might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My head felt heavy, my hands weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I could hold no longer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;my senses refused to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I pleaded with my heart to beat all the while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Please don't stop, I have an urge to see my loved ones smile".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My heart tried its best to fulfill my request,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It fought strongly till it was forced to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I felt light, I felt at ease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;my pain vanished, with rest of the world I had made peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My struggle to move ahead had ended;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;my destiny was ammended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Only regret was I could not see my folks helplessly stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I had lost my voice, I wanted to scream and say I was right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;As i bid adieu, words I want to express, a few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I will miss those times which were precious as I enter this place so new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mom and Dad, I can experience the colourful life around only through you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So be as happy as you want me to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Do keep smiling because I have left my smile with you.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Maybe this is how she felt and feels.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102);font-size:100%;" &gt;U will be remembered forever.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102);font-size:100%;" &gt;and v'l surely miss you...... Keep smiling wherever you are............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-114968031139159881?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114968031139159881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=114968031139159881' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114968031139159881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114968031139159881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/06/tribute-to-friend.html' title='A TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND......'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-114918207272940309</id><published>2006-06-01T22:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:35:47.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 more to glory!</title><content type='html'>WHAT A RELIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;done with 2 nightmare subjects of the final sem!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;im loving it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-114918207272940309?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114918207272940309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=114918207272940309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114918207272940309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114918207272940309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-more-to-glory.html' title='2 more to glory!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-114717888113969021</id><published>2006-05-09T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:38:38.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can u blame d society?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Marriages are made in heaven”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then why the hell do we get married here??????&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is that the ultimate goal of your life?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A companion is necessary to lift you up when you are feeling low, to lead you on the right track when you are confused, to help you when you are helpless, to share your thoughts, to appreciate, applaud, admire and to make you realize that you are good.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But y do we have to share this relationship only when married..? Why can’t u like a person, be his companion, walk together on the road of life, experience situations, brave challenges and live life on your terms?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is a hindrance. The system is bad. Here you don’t marry a person, you marry the family. Is marriage only about sleeping together??? Making babies??? Cooking??? &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You are born. You are fed till you learn how to eat. You are sent to school, you are made to do homework, you are made to take up tests and pressurized to do well. You must stand out because you were given birth only to do well in life. You should have good scores or you are black marked. Finally you get over this and come to a professional course to get professional in life. Face new competitions, brave new exams, top the class, college perhaps or how about the university? &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Next you get a job, your studies is almost over. Now you think you can lead life according to your norms, your taste which is completely yours. Then you are made to realize that your next and ultimate goal is MARRIAGE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get up and get used to a ROUTINE new from the previous one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-114717888113969021?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114717888113969021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=114717888113969021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114717888113969021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114717888113969021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-u-blame-d-society.html' title='Can u blame d society?'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-114438085378856555</id><published>2006-04-07T09:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:35:43.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Legally sexual!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;irst of all what exactly do u mean by legalisation of paid sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Will a politician be seen with a pros if it is legalised? he'l do it anyway....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; ppl with strong sexual desire will go to a prostitute only if his wife/girlfren is not satisfying enough or if they are away..... imagine urself in d plce of a woman whose husband visits a prostitute...... u decide to lead a life with a man thinking he s d right one for u only to know he runs behind another woman for sexual pleasures. wont that shatter u????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; prostitutes point of view... how is goin to help? how can v be sure that ppl who are pushed into this profession will not be pushed to get it legalised? even if they wanna do it.. is it like a govt job where they have a fixed salary.... They do it to earn quick money.... so they need not be branded as a prostitute and given an id card to pursue this profession... a mutual understanding will be sufficient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; And if it is legalised n assured protection from STDs and if ur daughter wants to get into that profession, would u approve of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Conclusion is... im not saying prostitution is a wrong profession to pursue. my point is legalisation wont be of great help. Rich bastards will remain bastards. They have their ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-114438085378856555?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114438085378856555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=114438085378856555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114438085378856555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114438085378856555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/04/legally-sexual.html' title='Legally sexual!!'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-114425724811282899</id><published>2006-04-05T22:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:33:52.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'>am i egoistic?</title><content type='html'>There are 2 kinds of people who r born leaders.... one with immense patience.. one with a authoritative attitude... I lack patience i agree... but i dont intend to be bossy! i do love the people whom i work with or live with... i just get a little authoritative just to make others realise they can do better.... Are these the symptoms of egoism???????? Forgive me if ur a victim of my ignorance!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-114425724811282899?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114425724811282899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=114425724811282899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114425724811282899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114425724811282899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-egoistic_05.html' title='am i egoistic?'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-114033226032169982</id><published>2006-02-19T12:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:33:18.092+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i feel a feel a funny feel........</title><content type='html'>Unique feeling takes birth somewhere in the corner of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly U nourish it right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;Ounces of excitement it gives, fear n guilt being its part,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, away from it U wud never wanna dart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denser it gets, u let it flow,&lt;br /&gt;Protecting in ur eyes from the society's blow.&lt;br /&gt;Dropping hints stealthily slow....&lt;br /&gt;Hidden exhuberance leaves an evident glow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy thoughts dance in ur mind for a while,&lt;br /&gt;A moment later u are cheerful n agile...&lt;br /&gt;Even a tear which trots painfully for a mile,&lt;br /&gt;Bows down and surrenders itself to ur smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast changing expressions twinkle in the light,&lt;br /&gt;Also challenging sign language's might.&lt;br /&gt;Deep concern hidden beneath the layers of fight,&lt;br /&gt;Is this what they say, 'love at first sight' ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-114033226032169982?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114033226032169982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=114033226032169982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114033226032169982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656197/posts/default/114033226032169982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-feel-funny-feel.html' title='i feel a feel a funny feel........'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13672638408185729275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eucoNM2s1-A/SXvMn8rdyKI/AAAAAAAAGf4/2cliF8SL-aI/S220/DSC07213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656197.post-113664554587500571</id><published>2006-01-07T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:22:25.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>d beginnin!!!!!</title><content type='html'>:-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656197-113664554587500571?l=divyamaiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyamaiya.blogspot.com/feeds/113664554587500571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656197&amp;postID=113664554587500571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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