<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458</id><updated>2024-09-04T08:28:32.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I walk through life..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-4496338874079977622</id><published>2010-12-11T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:44:48.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Whopeeeeeee.. Snow....&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The morning light seeped in through the curtains of our hotel room, forcing us out of deep slumber. The spectacle from the windows was mesmerizing. Everything outside was burried in a soft white blanket. A blanket of snow. Yes. And it was pure bliss. I could feel my face glowing out of happiness and excitement at this enchanting view.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Our car was covered in the snow too. It was the day we were driving to the great Grand Canyons. With such a pleasant start to the day, we were all excited and got ready to start off. The drive from the hotel to the Canyons was supposedly short (less than 7 miles). But as soon as we hit the road, it started to snow. And in a little time we were hit by a snow storm. And oh my god, it was a beautiful sight. It was compared to nothing i had seen in my whole life. Charming, delightful and more than i could express with words. Even though it was snowing heavily, we stopped at a number of places to take snaps and play in the snow. Ohhh, it was so soft and cold and misty. Well, it was freezing cold. But above all it was a memorable experience. I am sure it wouldnt sound so much fun for those who experience snow every day or &amp;nbsp;atleast over a major period of an year. But for people like me, hailing from South India and who have just heard/read/watched snow in books/TV, it is spectacular. So was watching the Grand Canyons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Another one of nature&#39;s beauties. Thank you nature, for creating such beautiful things that makes every man gape in awe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4496338874079977622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4496338874079977622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/12/whopeeeeeee-snow.html' title='&quot;Whopeeeeeee.. Snow....&quot;'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-4271941469787302233</id><published>2010-12-11T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:42:31.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, i wonder about the conditions with which we certify a person as our best friend. Generally the words, loyalty, love and understanding are associated with friendship. The rapid changing phases of our life introduce us to a number of people. Some of them just walk past, whereas some others touch our lives. Its like the Shakespearean quote: &amp;nbsp;&quot;All the world&#39;s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages&quot;. One of those many parts being the act of becoming a good friend. Not always is the friend a person. For once your pal could be canine. Yes, a dog. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have never owned a dog. In fact, I was pretty scared of them. Especially, when they bark. But sometimes things change in our life, surprising even ourselves. My hubby plays an important role in this change. His love towards dogs encouraged me to give a try on being friends with them and coming out of my closed loop. I started off by visiting the neighbourhood dog park with him. And oh dear! That was some revelation. The love and friendliness that they poured on us was really touching. They loved to be pet and attended to just like kids do. They would run around us and wait to be pet, all the time. Once they see their master they run off to them. Ofcourse, they will always have that special affection towards their master. It was purely love and loyalty. All they wanted was a loving pat. Its like how my hubby says, give them love and they will love you all their life. Having a dog is top on my wishlist now. Of course, every man-friend of ours is always there for us, but this guy is truly special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me is one beautiful movie showcasing the love between a man and his dog who has been his best friend for long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4271941469787302233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4271941469787302233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-friend.html' title='Best friend :)'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-4868746807542362477</id><published>2010-10-21T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:33:37.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found - The Subways of New York!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A trip to the city that never sleeps! This was something i was looking forward to. New York - the city of fashion, architecture, skyscrapers, numerous cuisine, bustling crowd, hustling streets, yellow cabs and unending subways. Phew!! For me, this city was like the &quot;new toy to a little kid&quot;. I got to learn a lot of interesting things like the fact that New York is a combination of 5 boroughs- Manhattan, Brooklyn, Bronx, Staten Island and Queens. Untill then i thought it was all about Manhattan!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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With just four days and a handful of places to visit, we had to prioritize our sightseeing trips. On the last day of the trip, we decided to visit the St. Patricks Cathedral. With its beautiful architechture and artistic design, St. Patricks Cathedral is more than just a church.&amp;nbsp;We were a group of six.&amp;nbsp;We took a subway to reach the 51st street. &amp;nbsp;I was among the last ones to get out of the train. As i was about to get out, the automatic doors started closing and i was stuck inside the train while the rest of them were out. Gosh!!!! That was something!!. It was like one tight slap! I acted brave and stood near the door with a look on my face that said &quot; Hey people! Is something wrong??? &quot;. While deep inside, i was on the verge of fainting!!!! I jumped out as soon as the train stopped at the next station. There was hardly anybody around there. It was &amp;nbsp;scary to be stuck in an unknown subway station with just a few dollars and a passport! I had a feeling that people were eying me! The bravery in me seemed to be leaking out. So i started walking ( ideally running ) towards the exit and stood like a pole near the exit gate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess there was problem written all over my face that made a very nice lady stop by me and ask if i had some problem. She told me not to worry and relax as i gave her little info about how i got stuck here. She offered me a candy and insisted that i have it. Ahaaaaa!! Now the CID in me awoke and that made me suspicious about her intentions. I told her i would have the candy later and asked if i coud use her phone. She readily agreed and handed over her mobile. I called my hubby and left him a message about my whereabouts. It was then that i had a little relief and felt good that the nice lady was with me. I thanked her and told her to carry on. She then gave me few dimes and asked me to use the pay phone in case it takes more time. And she gave me a big hug and told me that everything will be fine and left. To tell the truth, i felt a little sad when she left. Though she was a stranger, at that point of time she was like a great friend for me. As i waited for a few more mins i heard my hubbys voice a little further up the stairs. It was like breath of fresh air. And so, i was reunited with him and the rest of the family. Yippeeee!! :D &lt;br /&gt;
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His end of the story - My hubby waited for the next train towards the same direction and got down at the next station ( hoping i would do the same, which i had :D ) and got to the exit. But then i had got out through the other exit of the same station. And in NY, the two exits of a station are at the two ends of one whole street (which is almost a mile away). He asked people around if they saw me and when he could not find me, ran to the other exit on a hunch. And tadaaaa.. there i was. Brave little girl (ahem ahem).. hehehe.. Though it sounds simple now, i am more than greatful to God for helping us out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4868746807542362477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4868746807542362477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost-found-subways-of-new-york.html' title='Lost &amp; Found - The Subways of New York!'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-7385975579585477326</id><published>2010-08-19T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:46:41.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow bow - Dog Park</title><content type='html'>From the time i was a lil&#39; girl, one thing that i feared most ( among a 100 others! ) was &quot;dogs&quot;. Though that does not mean that i hated them. I was scared! I liked them from a distance. hi hi hi. Whenever we (me and mum,daddy) used to pay visits to any of our friends place, the first thing that i used to ask my parents was, &quot;Do they have a dog???&quot; And if the answer was positive, i would not get out of the car till i was made sure that i am at a very safe distance from the dog( preferably, the backyard )! Well, there has been an instance when i entered a house forgetting to make the doggy enquiry before entering the gate. And that was an alarming day i say! I get in, exchange pleasantries and sit on the couch. A little later i feel something very soft and fluffy by my toes. I bend casually to check out what it is. And the next thing that everyone hears simultaneously is a loud shriek and a bark! I guess the word &quot;scare&quot; applied to both me and the lil&#39; dog. Ahem! It was a lil&#39; dachshund. I was on the couch and was trying to reach the showcase on the wall to stay out of his reach! And Mr. Dachshund had the time of his life and was barking his head off! So to say, everybody excluding both of us (me and the doggy) had a amicable moment! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, the place i stay is surrounded by a number of beautiful parks, inspiring us to take strolls once in a while. And to my huge surprise, there are parks dedicated for dogs too, &quot;Dog Parks&quot;. Ahaa! My hubby likes dogs and had been telling me about his fun visits with his friends (dog lovers) to the &quot;dog parks&quot;. I got to hear from him about how well trained and well mannered the dogs are here. This was truly an encouragement for the chicken in me. So last day, my hubby took me to there. And i have to admit, it was a lovely sight to watch. The owners treated their dogs just like kids. Taking care that they don&#39;t wander away or play for long in the water. There was a lady who spoke to us about her worries over her dogs limping, just the way we hear our parents worrying about us. It was heartfelt love that ran between them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though deep inside i was scared to touch the dogs, i could not stop from doing so. As we walked in the park, many dogs came to us - licking, smelling and waiting to be caressed. The chicken in me had to bow to their love. Nobody can show their backs to such loving beings, just as no one can turn their faces towards little kids. Its like how i heard from my husband - you give them your heart and they will give you theirs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7385975579585477326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7385975579585477326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/08/bow-bow-dog-park.html' title='Bow bow - Dog Park'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-1972921152816918848</id><published>2010-07-31T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:34:39.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception = Amazing</title><content type='html'>Another amazing piece of art from Christopher Nolan. One tip that i would give my friends is that the movie would be best to watch once you read the plot before going for the movie. That would be make more sense and will be very exiting. You would never know how the 2 hours fly. The idea of manupulating a dream within a dream is just overwhelming. The idea behind the movie is just mind blowing. Christopher Nolan has captured his idea exactly into the movie. I would say the actors have done their part well but it is the script and the concept that makes the movie a sucess. The climax was&amp;nbsp;absolutely incredible!&amp;nbsp;Capturing the 3 levels of the dream and synchronizing the time between reality and&amp;nbsp;the dream time was amazing.&amp;nbsp;Well, i can say this is absolutely going to be a&amp;nbsp;Oscar&amp;nbsp;beauty. Hail Christopher Nolan!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/1972921152816918848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/1972921152816918848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception-amazing.html' title='Inception = Amazing'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-4435155666568241248</id><published>2010-06-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:38:40.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuisine Count!! Burp!!</title><content type='html'>Indian (Of course)&lt;br /&gt;
Mediterranean&lt;br /&gt;
Arabian&lt;br /&gt;
French&lt;br /&gt;
Thai&lt;br /&gt;
Mexican&lt;br /&gt;
Italian&lt;br /&gt;
Singaporean</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4435155666568241248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/4435155666568241248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuisine-count-burp.html' title='Cuisine Count!! Burp!!'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-3093445763627605582</id><published>2010-06-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:26:28.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An year Younger  ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;Oh my... Another year is about to go!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;Its JUNE!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;( my bday [:P] )&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;all those lil&#39; bday parties mum,daddy organize.. those lil&#39; cute gifts i look forward to get from them.. from friends.. and those squeals of happiness and excitement on seeing the gifts.. i still remember the first barbie doll i got &amp;nbsp;and of course, the person, who knew that it was the right thing to give me.. :D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;mmmm... what lies beneath all this is, those beautiful moments... moments spent with family and friends.. moments i could now write about.. moments i cherish even till this day... moments gifted by God Himself.. Thank you God.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3093445763627605582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3093445763627605582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-younger.html' title='An year Younger  ;)'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-535610388904694632</id><published>2010-04-20T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:19:20.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Controversy ------- &gt;  Shashi Tharoor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Just into the world of politics and bingo, Shashi Tharoor is in the midst of all the controversies going his way. Bad or good, he is in news all the time. And gosh! aint he getting all the popularity!!!&amp;nbsp; [:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Starting off with the controversy about him staying in luxury hotels&amp;nbsp;for all of his official visits, when he has the authority and eligibilty to use the government guest houses. The news insiders say that he was not happy with the facilities in the govt. guest houses.. Ahaa!! Finally, our man had enough and called it quits, telling that all of the expenses have been paid from his personal account and not the govt. Gotcha!!! Then came the new controversy, where the hell did he get so much money from!!! Ooopsss..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Then the most recent highlight in the news industry!!&amp;nbsp;Sunanda Pushkar and Shashi Tharoor!!! Now whos this new face? Well, a beautiful kashmiri lady, supposedly to be Shashi Tharoor&#39;s girl friend and ofcourse a major stake holder in the new IPL team from kerala. The latest controversy fueled up by Lalit Modi (IPL Commisoner) accusing Shashi Tharoor of showing interst in the IPL team from Kerala because of his sweet heart holding a major stake in the team. Now now.. What has that got to do with a new team launch!!! Sounds like a bollywood movie!! aint it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;PS: Ofcourse there are many more lil&#39; controversies adorned by our man.&amp;nbsp;Like the one on Gandhi Jayanthi, where in Tharoor commented that people ought to go out and work on that day and show respect to the Father of our Nation rather than sit at home. And Boom!! I have only written on the most popular ones.. Many more to come!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/535610388904694632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/535610388904694632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/04/mr-controversy-shashi-tharoor.html' title='Mr. Controversy ------- &gt;  Shashi Tharoor!!!'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-6590008659446132903</id><published>2010-04-20T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:21:32.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bhutto Legacy : Unplugged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Recently at the mumbai launch of her book - Songs of Blood and Sword, Fatima Butto (daughter of Murtaza Bhutto and niece of former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto), clad in a brown sari and looking her elegant best, spoke of the harsh realities she encountered in her life. The Bhutto legacy is always in news. Though Fatima is said to have not been in good terms with her aunt, Benazir Bhutto, she has told that there have been many sweet memories too associated with her aunt in her childhood days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Likewise, Fatima suspects Asif Ali Zardari to be behind the killing of her father, Murtaza Bhutto. It is said that the news of her fathers demise was first brough to her by the Pakistani Premier very cruelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Her latest book - Songs of Blood and Sword is set around the&amp;nbsp;story of the Pakistan&#39;s influential Bhutto family that has gone through a lot of&amp;nbsp;violence and death. This book could not be published in Pakistan, but in India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6590008659446132903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6590008659446132903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/04/bhutto-legacy-unplugged.html' title='The Bhutto Legacy : Unplugged!!!'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-7917179021723910204</id><published>2010-02-08T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:44:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aKeLa DiL</title><content type='html'>आप हम में &amp;nbsp;बसगए&amp;nbsp;इतने&lt;br /&gt;
कि ना सोचा इतनी याद सताएगी !&lt;br /&gt;
पर अब पता चला इस पागल दिल को&lt;br /&gt;
कि दूरी, याद को बना देती है रंजीदा !&lt;br /&gt;
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हमारे आगे थी पूरी दुनिया&lt;br /&gt;
हमारे आगे थी पूरी दुनिया,&lt;br /&gt;
पर इन आँखों में तोह सिर्फ आपकी तस्वीर छापी थी !&lt;br /&gt;
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मुस्कुरा&amp;nbsp;रहे थे हम सबसे&lt;br /&gt;
पर&amp;nbsp;घुट रहा था यह बेचारा दिल !&lt;br /&gt;
बस आपकी याद में,&lt;br /&gt;
हाँ, आपकी याद में !</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7917179021723910204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7917179021723910204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/02/akela-dil.html' title='aKeLa DiL'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-6804350133349898976</id><published>2010-01-26T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:54:16.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pyaaraa pyaar :)</title><content type='html'>एय ज़ालिम .. क्या आपको खबर&amp;nbsp;है, की हम कितना प्यार करते हैं आपसे..&lt;br /&gt;
न कभी सोचा है किसी के बारे में इतना ..&lt;br /&gt;
न कभी ख्वाबों में सताया है किस ने इतना ..&lt;br /&gt;
हमने तो&amp;nbsp;आपको दे दी अपनी ज़िन्दगी ..&lt;br /&gt;
न सोचा की आप हमें चाहतें भी है या नहीं ..&lt;br /&gt;
आखिर प्यार&amp;nbsp;देने में जो ख़ुशी मिलती है , वो प्यार पाने में कहाँ ..&lt;br /&gt;
प्यार तोह प्यार है ..&lt;br /&gt;
जिन्को नसीब हो, मशहल्लाह वो खुशनसीब हैं&amp;nbsp;..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6804350133349898976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6804350133349898976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/pyaaraa-pyaar.html' title='pyaaraa pyaar :)'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-6200057853999140727</id><published>2010-01-26T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:34:39.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeh dil itna paagal hai!</title><content type='html'>इस&amp;nbsp;दिल को ज़रा कोई समझाए..&lt;br /&gt;
इस दिल को ज़रा कोई समझाए की यह प्यार बड़ी&amp;nbsp;बेरहम है..&lt;br /&gt;
न सिर्फ देती है यह&amp;nbsp;ख़ुशी, मगर देती है यह आंसू भी..&lt;br /&gt;
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कम्बक्त दिल भी इतना नासमझ है की दर्द को भी दस्तक देता है ख़ुशी से..&lt;br /&gt;
और आंसू को बना लेता है हमसफ़र..&lt;br /&gt;
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प्यार करनेवालों से पुचो, की यह दर्द है या पागलपन..&lt;br /&gt;
बेशक हसेगी दुनिया, अगर गम को दे प्यार का नाम...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6200057853999140727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6200057853999140727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeh-dil-itna-paagal-hai.html' title='yeh dil itna paagal hai!'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-6621757956964489404</id><published>2010-01-25T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:19:10.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHoSe nOsTaLgIc ads..</title><content type='html'>some things just stay with you and catch your heart unnoticed.. and among tat come some of the old nostalgic ads.. years back, DD was the sole channel we would glue on to. Just as the songs of yester years touch us deep and are unforgettable, so are the ads of those times.. &lt;br /&gt;
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some of the adds that are still fresh in my mind :D&lt;br /&gt;
The Dhara Ad&amp;nbsp;- the lil boy in the ad has his own cute way of telling, &quot;Jalebeeeeeee&quot;.. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Cadburys Dairy Milk Ad -&amp;nbsp;the words of the jingle still stay fresh &quot;Kuch khaas hai hum sabhi mein&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
The ad picturizes different people, their emotions with an element of fun and a touch of love.. superb!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The white revolution ad - Doodh dooh dooh dooh &lt;br /&gt;
A very funny ad..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;amp;feature=related&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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cool na? :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6621757956964489404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/6621757956964489404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/those-nostalgic-ads.html' title='tHoSe nOsTaLgIc ads..'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-3743651401554491002</id><published>2010-01-22T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:58:45.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oUt Of SiGhT, oUt Of MiNd??</title><content type='html'>memory is something which supposedly reduces with time, with age.. It is same with our thoughts on people.. When they are in the spotlight, they are remebered.. whereas once they are out of focus.. they are out of our minds..&lt;br /&gt;
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one such person who came into my mind was our ex-defence minister and a strong politician, George Fernandes.. Last day, i got to read an article which mentioned about his deteriorating health condition.. &lt;br /&gt;
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Born to a catholic family at mangalore and later escaping the church, where he was to be a priest, to bombay (now mumbai)- he went on to become the founder member and one of the most powerful leader of the JD(U)..&lt;br /&gt;
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But now.. a leader so popular, is no more remebered.. It was said that he is in major treatment for Alzheimer&#39;s and Parkinson&#39;s diseases..&amp;nbsp;The eyes, which were once so vibrant and radiant are now in a jinx.. unable to remember the past, unable to recognize anyone, untouched, immovable.. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is not just he who has lost his memory, but a larger crowd in our country too, who have forgotten him.. this is life i guess..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3743651401554491002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3743651401554491002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-sight-out-of-mind.html' title='oUt Of SiGhT, oUt Of MiNd??'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-2354955149000795759</id><published>2009-12-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:38:53.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bUhByEee..   &quot;eMmA&quot;.....</title><content type='html'>It was 7 in the morning.. unlike the usual hustle at airports, the trivandrum airport- especially the domestic - was hardly busy.. there were just few people at the departure zone.. in fact i could almost count the people there.. &lt;br /&gt;
* daddy, mummy, my bro, prabhechi (sis n law), appu(my dearest cutie pie - 3 month  ol&#39; nephew vignesh), prabechi&#39;s achan and amma &lt;br /&gt;
* 2 ladies at the coffee stall - busily discussing abt something in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;
* 3 of the kingfisher staff - guys in red uniform - all ready to carry your baggage&lt;br /&gt;
* a kingfisher &quot;chick&quot; - ahem &quot;Air hostess&quot; - adorning a mini skirt and shirt-red again - sitting cross legged and looking a lil more than bored&lt;br /&gt;
* 2 security staff - yawning and stealing glances at the &quot;chick&quot; ;) &lt;br /&gt;
* and last but ofcourse not the least,a handsome hunk.. ;) with his wife :( (newly wed northy couples - obviously on there way back from a honeymoon at kerala.. ha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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ofcourse.. there were a few more other ppl moving about but they dint play around the departure zone for long as the rest of them did.. &lt;br /&gt;
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the regular coaching session on &quot;safety in the flight&quot; was full on by both the set of elders.. 4 mouths were giving classes restlessly and 1.25 ears were listening to them.. 0.75% of my bro&#39;s was stuck to the outer world (me too joined in).. my adorable prabechi was all ears to them.. the kutty appos was half in sleep.. like his dad.. hihihi.. &lt;br /&gt;
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as time started slipping.. the chatter reduced.. the laughter eased.. there was moist in everyone&#39;s eyes jst like the fog around us.. &lt;br /&gt;
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emotions took over.. the chill wind complimented the agony.. all of a sudden it struck.. the fact that our lil one, &quot; appu &quot;, would be miles away in a lil time.. &lt;br /&gt;
that gurgly laugh, the innocent smile, the naughty whimper, the cranky nights, the lullabies and the night outs would be only instances to be remembered from now on.. &lt;br /&gt;
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tears were uncontrolable.. the ladies in the lot were all in action.. the men were merry and hugging and kissing there gudbyes to the lil fellow.. &lt;br /&gt;
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as i pecked the sweet soft cheeck of appu.. he gave out a burpy laughter.. it felt as if he was telling me - &#39; ey &quot;emma&quot; .. next time i see you.. i need to see a smiling face , stop sulking &quot;emma&quot; &#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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and with this.. he was off.. to alight the flight.. off with his mum &amp; dad.. leaving behind trillion memories for his grandparents and &quot;emma&quot;....  :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/2354955149000795759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/2354955149000795759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/12/buhbyeee-emma.html' title='bUhByEee..   &quot;eMmA&quot;.....'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-2661798081846199902</id><published>2009-10-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:00:30.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe Is NeVeR oLd....</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening.. a slight rain, swoosh hoosh wind and a cozy comfy climate.. &lt;br /&gt;perfect for a hot crunchy dosa and coffee at one of the veggy eatouts.. &lt;br /&gt;somthing like &quot;Arul Jothi&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out we went.. me, mum, daddy, &#39;pappa&#39; aunty and krishnan kutty(KK)uncle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eatout was bustling with the usual weekend rush.. &lt;br /&gt;on one side the bearers were busy taking orders.. &lt;br /&gt;and on the other, the diners were busy munching up the delicacies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, we managed seats at the far end of the restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;We settled at our seats.. &lt;br /&gt;another family was seated at the table adjacent to ours.. &lt;br /&gt;a father, mother, 2 kids and their grandfather.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grandfather- a man in his late 60&#39;s, void of teeth - but full of smiles, gray hair, white dhoti &amp; white shirt and a walking stick clutched in his hands, looked around him with a great deal of happiness and contentment.. &lt;br /&gt;with wavering movements, he got up from the seat to move towards the wash basin.. passing our table, he paused to take a look at us.. &lt;br /&gt;and with the most beautiful toothless smile ever seen, he exchanged pleasantries with KK uncle and introduced himself very proudly as the grandfather of the 2 kids sitting at his table.. the family smiled back at us, feeling a little embarrassed at the elderly man&#39;s converse.. then with the same smiling face and wavery balance, he moved on to the wash basin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gesture touched KK uncle&#39;s heart a lot (ours too, undoubtedly)..&lt;br /&gt;his eyes were moist.. he turned to the grandfather&#39;s family sitting across our table and said &quot; Nowadays it is such that nobody even bothers to say a hello even if they know each other. Either people are busy with their lives or they just don&#39;t want to &quot;waste&quot; their time in socializing.. people like him ( motioning towards the grandpa ) are the ones who teach us such lessons.. And not only that, nowadays the trend is such that the children do not take their aged parents out for dinner or shopping, fearing to confront any situation like this which might seem embarrassing to them.. I really appreciate your gesture and love towards your father. God bless you.. &quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa&#39;s family was very happy to receive such a wonderful compliment and thanked KK uncle.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents love us unconditonally... young or old.. it is always there.. same should be with us.. na?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/2661798081846199902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/2661798081846199902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-never-old.html' title='LoVe Is NeVeR oLd....'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-586502237025963544</id><published>2009-10-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:55:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LoVe YoU</title><content type='html'>&quot; chai chai&quot; &quot; kaapi kaapi&quot; &lt;br /&gt;a sea of people filled the railway station..&lt;br /&gt;all around was full of chaos and hurry..&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of people filled the place..&lt;br /&gt;some waving good byes &lt;br /&gt;some waiting expectantly for their loved ones..&lt;br /&gt;a few others travelling all by themselves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they rushed towards the train at the first platform...&lt;br /&gt;&quot;its A1, .. &quot; he said..&lt;br /&gt;&quot; careful with the bags son.. you walk on.. am right behind u &quot; she tells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking a little more, they reached A1, his allotted boogie.&lt;br /&gt;the son waited for his mother to reach..&lt;br /&gt;as he waited, he noticed her graying hair.. &lt;br /&gt;her slow but the ever eager footsteps..&lt;br /&gt;her wrinkled but loving face..&lt;br /&gt;her unclear but kind moist eyes..&lt;br /&gt;his heart felt heavy..&lt;br /&gt;how much he loved her.. &lt;br /&gt;suddenly aware of the brimming tears, he looked away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she reached by him and stood near watching him pay the porter ..&lt;br /&gt;her son.. &lt;br /&gt;how much she loved him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it was time for him to leave.. &lt;br /&gt;it was time.. to seperate.. &lt;br /&gt;her heart skipped a beat..&lt;br /&gt;she felt it striking fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he caught her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;her ever vibrant eyes, were filled with tears..&lt;br /&gt;with a heavy heart, he hugged her.. &lt;br /&gt;and whispered into her ears&quot; i love you amma &quot; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horn blew out aloud.. &lt;br /&gt;the train was all set to move..&lt;br /&gt;he felt it hard to move away from her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;take care son&quot; with this, she pushes him towards the train, motioning him to get in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with heavy footsteps he gets into the train..&lt;br /&gt;and within seconds, the train starts moving..&lt;br /&gt;she walks with the moving train, trying to catch his gaze..&lt;br /&gt;tears fall off his eyes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train moved faster, and now she was very far for him to catch even a glimpse..&lt;br /&gt;she watched the train go out of the station.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it would be just her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wonders &quot; this is life .. this is life &quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/586502237025963544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/586502237025963544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/10/chai-chai-kaapi-kaapi-sea-of-people.html' title='I LoVe YoU'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-1065493490701688303</id><published>2009-09-06T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:48:44.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tImE pAsS</title><content type='html'>music soothes minds and the heart.. and so to calm this poor soul.. here i am..&lt;br /&gt;performing this crime of singing.....&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath friends.. coz the after the next few mins.. u will need som1 to hold you from an attack.. hihi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.muziboo.com/gopikanambiar/music/munpe-va&quot;&gt;http://www.muziboo.com/gopikanambiar/music/munpe-va&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/1065493490701688303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/1065493490701688303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-pass.html' title='tImE pAsS'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-7726393668205714359</id><published>2009-09-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:24:07.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sAnds of tImE....</title><content type='html'>lost in a sea of dreams..&lt;br /&gt;those moist eyes beheld hurt..&lt;br /&gt;they saw no love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her tender hands shivered&lt;br /&gt;she yearned for care&lt;br /&gt;for the forsaken love&lt;br /&gt;for his warmth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas! the sands of time took him away..&lt;br /&gt;to a world so far..&lt;br /&gt;that she knew not where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh my love.. come back..&lt;br /&gt;without you, life is an empty shack..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wept for him..&lt;br /&gt;at his grave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quietness unfolded deep into the sky..&lt;br /&gt;clouds clanged to grumble..&lt;br /&gt;the raindrops jumped to sprinkle..&lt;br /&gt;and mother nature showered love as rain..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7726393668205714359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7726393668205714359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-in-time.html' title='sAnds of tImE....'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-2294233044079126287</id><published>2009-09-01T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:30:08.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dAnCe Pe cHaNcE ....</title><content type='html'>Come September and then there is chaos all around @ the work place ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N number of mails flood the inbox.. yelling and calling out for pratice sessions, lack of people, props, costume and whoaa!! wat not!! titled.. &quot; JALSA&quot; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. &quot;JALSA&quot; .. the intra office dance competetion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With it starts the prying and snooping too :D .. to know wat the other teams are upto.. wat songs they are mixing.. wat theme are they using.. their props.. and in the midst of all this.. all forget their own teams.. hihi..&lt;/p&gt;mon through friday -- &gt; work work work.. wit a topping of dance to it.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally al wait for the D Day... this year its on the 24th... and guess wat.. me too in it.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippeeee.. the &quot;RAPIDO&quot; -- Tats ma team... guess vll rock... ;)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for results.. wait for friends.. wait for rain.. wait for ......  everythin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one wait which is quite pleasant..&lt;br /&gt;a wait for which you can associate only words like care, warmth, love..&lt;br /&gt;a wait which will finally lead to happiness..&lt;br /&gt;a wait which will mark the beginning of a new generation..&lt;br /&gt;The wait for a baby to be born... :)  cute ... isnt it?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its my turn.. to wait .. to become an aunt... &lt;br /&gt;to hold the baby onto my arms.. to feel the warmth.. to shower all love and care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear kiddy cutie pie... heres your aunt... waiting for you eagarly..... waiting with utmost happiness.. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3027322780357555863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3027322780357555863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait.html' title='tHe wAiT...'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-2662472433943139547</id><published>2009-08-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:12:36.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another beauty search!!!</title><content type='html'>&quot;i need a change&quot;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!!! al around me are sick of this dailogue... tats quite obvious... but cmon..&lt;br /&gt;I hardly do this.. once in 2 years or so... till then i stick to the same one.. i luv her.. i care for her..&lt;br /&gt;i hold her in my hands..&lt;br /&gt;I see that she is safe.. my luv...   :)&lt;br /&gt;My brother had gifted her to me about 2.5 years back.. and from that day she has been with me..&lt;br /&gt;Now she s tired and needs rest.. she has been with me through everything...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes gud.. sometimes bad...&lt;br /&gt;smoothening my hair.. seeing that i am not hurt..  always by me..&lt;br /&gt;i know no one can take her place..  but.. mmm&lt;br /&gt;now its time for me to give her some rest..&lt;br /&gt;And so here i am.. searching for a substitute... &lt;br /&gt;searching for a new phone..  :D&lt;br /&gt;My new love.. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/2662472433943139547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/2662472433943139547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-beauty-search.html' title='Another beauty search!!!'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-7231514129015432125</id><published>2009-07-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:06:43.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love .....  hurts?</title><content type='html'>“When I see you smile and know that it is not for me, that is when I will miss you the most”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds really sad.. dosent it?  I suppose that is love.. You love som1 and then you know that, &quot;that som1&quot; can never be yours.. Still you keep loving and hoping that the person stays happy always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is said that all this is filmy and not happening in reality.. Many wouldnt approve of it... Coz&lt;br /&gt;we have seen a million of such emotions flowing around... Among people we know.. Out of all the love stories that happen, many could be just infactuation... But some times it is so hard that it takes time to get out of the dream world...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wen reality hits.. boy!! it hits bad.... From the clouds of love and the breeze of emotions and romance you fall down with a bump.. And then you know that &quot;hey... it was just a dream&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes… just be an illusion.”</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7231514129015432125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/7231514129015432125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-hurts.html' title='Love .....  hurts?'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-3327627041040536050</id><published>2008-10-26T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:34:35.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mEmOiRs Of mY tRiP tO bLoRe n tRaIn......     ;)</title><content type='html'>A getaway to bangalore had been in my mind since long.. Tat too travelling alone... ahaa!! And finally the day arrived... It was the first time tat i was moving by myself... always there would be somone.. bt this time it was jst me me and me... :D nd u kno wat!!!.. i loveddd it for a change... :) altogether a unique change from the regular schedule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with my favourite train saga.... As soon as the engine started, i seated myself near the window.. starting to get the feel of the holliday... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aS the enigine spedd off.. i was all ears to hear all the regular music n it... tHe VenDoRs, cHuG cHuG sound, the hooting and lot moree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as we grow with time.. these are few things which i think keep the child in us alive... :D&lt;br /&gt;Watchin the passng crossings, vehicles waiting to cross, and lush green fields, the lakes, the sea too at times gives such a soothing feeling... :)&lt;br /&gt;And as time passed, the sun needed to say gudbyee.. and night sky spread over like a blanket with the stars woven over it.... tHe stars luked lik diamonds spread over the wavy tressess of an angel....&lt;br /&gt;tHe pole star shone at its best..... brighter than the rest... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes swept over this spectacular site.... they wished to close and walk into the world of dreamss... and by the time they opened .... ahaa.. there i was at my destination... bEnGaLuRuuu..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3327627041040536050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/3327627041040536050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2008/10/memoirs-of-my-trip-to-blore-n-train.html' title='mEmOiRs Of mY tRiP tO bLoRe n tRaIn......     ;)'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749097664615372458.post-39325834289636341</id><published>2008-10-02T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:02:00.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cccccc;&quot;&gt;mY dEaReSt friend had tagged me a lil long time bak... bt alas i could make it jst now.... bT as it goes &quot;bEtTer LaTe ThAn NeVeR&quot; .... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Last movie seen in a theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms&quot; href=&quot;http://www.jaanetu.com/&quot;&gt;Jaane tu ya Jaane Na &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;What book are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wAlK iNtO mY pArLoUr.... Anne Hocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite board game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m bad at games... hehehe... sNaKe &amp;amp; lAdDeR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite magazine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pEoPlE, gOoD hOmE &amp;amp; aRcHiEs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite smells:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe Smell of earth.. when the first shower happens... , tHe smell of petrol..., tHe smell of all my fav dishes tat mum makes, tHe smell of &quot;mulla&quot; pu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite sound:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. the sound of... the rustling leaves in a breeze, tHe rain, tHe wavy water &quot;lap lap&quot; on a lake or river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Worst feeling in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of hurting som1&#39;s feelings... Feeling scared of something... Feeling of helplessness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&quot;cAn i sLeeP fOr 5mIns MoRe!!&quot; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite fast food place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe food court @ Tejaswini... , cOfFee BeAnZ @ Bhavani... Technopark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Future child’s name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havnt decided now... gotta find a cute lil one... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bUy all the luxury tat my mom wishes to have... :) sPenD it for pEopLe/oRgAnIsAtIoNs who actually need money.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Do you drive fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, provided the road is super cool... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I slEeP wItH my &quot;pInKu&quot; tEdDy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favourite drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cHocOLaTe mIlKShAkE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Do you eat the stem of broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wAtS tAt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Storms - Cool or Scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cOOl if am safe and if i kNow its not gonna do any harm.. oTherwise undoubtedly sCaRy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hAve done tat during eNgIneErIng..... &#39;t wAs bUrGuNdY..... nD lUkD cOoL..... i JsT luVeD &#39;t... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivandrum&lt;br /&gt;Raipur&lt;br /&gt;Ernakulam&lt;br /&gt;Guntur&lt;br /&gt;Vijaywada&lt;br /&gt;Kollam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite sports to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cricket , Tennis... Though i hardly make myslf to watch either of em! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tWo of My FrIeNdS had tagged me for this... one is a VeRy SwEeT &amp;amp; cUtE girly... wHo kNoWs mE qUiTe WelL... aNd tHe OtHeR oNe Is a yOuNg &amp;amp; HaNdSoMe LaD... full of talents.. nd out of tat photography being the superb one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;What’s under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fLoOr...... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yUp..... nOoOo dOuBt aT all...... i LuV tHe wAy i Am.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Morning person or night owl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Night owl ... moRnInG maX i Can SlEeP tIl 7 30....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Over easy or sunny side up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OvEr EaSy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite place to relax:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mY bEdDy DaRliNg..... fIlLeD wItH mY pIlLoWs.... aT hOmE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite pie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CoCoNut pIe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ChOcOlAtE with chocolate chips topping ... ummm.. yUmMyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;You pass this tag to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.randomwanderingsofthefreemind.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;aNtY&lt;/a&gt;.... &lt;a href=&quot;http://suzuki-kp.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;sUzz&lt;/a&gt;....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/39325834289636341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749097664615372458/posts/default/39325834289636341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopzpost.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-tagged.html' title='Finally Tagged'/><author><name>Gopika Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465747581522103176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>