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The language was new to me, the people behaved rather rudely and the weather was awful- when our family landed there, it was hot, really hot. Since the admission deadlines for most schools were over, I joined a sub middle class school called Kathuria Public School in south Delhi. It was almost like a government </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2011/02/dilli-diaries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-7704519786401455140</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-28T20:10:31.550-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><title>You don't really know</title><atom:summary>We lived togetherfor many a year.The growing up dayswere not easy at all.Hand in handwe braced it all.You watched on meas I tried to steera paper boat on a stream thatsprung up from rain o dear!You were the only oneto witness my danceuninhibited.You were the audiencebefore the show.You have been my studentas I loved to teach.Ah! the blackboard, me and youtogether it taught me to learn.You stood </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-really-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-2436686299453091227</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T16:32:00.578-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Conversations</title><atom:summary>Conversations. We have them every day amongst family and friends and even acquaintances. I don't think a whole lot about most of them.But there are some that leave me with a sense of satisfaction, joy, just a smile or just more questions. These are the ones I'd like to take note of. Think about why they were so. Why do we linger on to some conversations more than the others?Let's see. My most </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-6708737054697914593</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-20T08:10:55.275-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>रोशन कर दो जहाँ</title><atom:summary>सुबह के अबोध धूप से रोशन होता हैं जहाँ ;संध्या की लाली से डख कर हो जाता हैं दुआं।जीवन की भी लय यही हैं;बड़ी सीख मिलती हैं यहाँ।मम्ता की गोद से उतर केजवानी के नशे में झूलते हैं हम।ज़िन्दगी का मूल हूँ "मैं"यह समज बैठ्ते हैं हम।मांगों की अपार दौलत सेदुनिया लूट लेते हैं हम।अपने अस्तित्व को भीदांव पर लगा देते हैं हम।अपने परायेसबको दुःख दिए जाते हैं हम।मैं को खुश किए जाते हैं हम।हर ज़िन्दगी कट जाती हैं</atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-3538831163053952310</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-26T12:54:41.132-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fort collins</category><title>Golden Glory</title><atom:summary>Sprightly green Aspen leavesunshy for a ballad feat;spirited by the musicOf the gusty wind.Dyed in youthful greencountless leavessparkle as new.Love it is;as golden rays kissthe dainty greens.Crabapples' pinkshow up few;in testimony to nature'ssense of hue.O' shimmery summeryou've brought in a world anew. </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2010/05/golden-glory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/S_Hxes5CBxI/AAAAAAAAOeI/6I_tOb_5Hqo/s72-c/HPIM2806b.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-1129896211758314612</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T10:35:29.178-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">india</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bollywood</category><title>Open it up.</title><atom:summary>There have been few movies with a message as strong as the one in Bollywood flick 3 Idiots. Excellent thing to talk about in an out and out commercial movie : Education. A long neglected issue in India and by far the most important. In order to pull India out of it's fallacies, it needs it's people to grow out of their ignorance and finally grow by education. Can a movie such as 3 idiots bring </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-it-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/S0i0HP_AFAI/AAAAAAAAM48/fsOSPT_6eDs/s72-c/blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-246181477992016709</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T14:51:54.773-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sandalwood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">song</category><title>Naguva Nayana (Smiling eyes)</title><atom:summary>This is a English translation of one of my favorite songs, originally in Kannada.  It is from a Kannada movie, Pallavi Anupallavi. The movie stands out for it's unusual story line and offbeat look. It also marks itself as the directorial debut of Mani Ratnam , and the debut of actor Anil Kapoor.  But what also stands out in this movie is it's incredibly soulful music , by the legendary </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/11/naguva-nayana-smiling-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-3922694556401763948</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T22:38:47.801-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>The Letter</title><atom:summary>Mohan decided to take the first step this time. They had had a fight numerous times before and each time it was Rashmi who would talk her way back to him. She would dis-solve their misunderstandings, each time. This time though she had made no such efforts, yet. Mohan felt responsible for their present dispute and so resolved to make the first move. He decided that a letter would be a powerful </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/Ssu0wzlpGbI/AAAAAAAALPM/QkU41a4DSds/s72-c/open+window.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-7736135960756341717</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T10:33:37.143-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rhyme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dearth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><title>Afar</title><atom:summary>There is nothing here,No Time. No Tear.Smiles happen,By Practice I fear.Often from homeStories I hear..Of festive joys&amp; deaths O'dear!I know of two worlds.A day there, is an endless night here.I dream in both,asleep in neither.Sometimes in thrill,I measure the distance,in miles and metres.Either way,From Home I stayAfar.Away.</atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/09/afar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/Sr0C71s6rmI/AAAAAAAALMM/j-FtTgsE940/s72-c/FarAway.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-6467228639699927151</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T22:57:08.866-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">causes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>The Mortenson Way</title><atom:summary>Some people are meant to do some amazing things for this world, making it a much better place for us. Greg Mortenson is doing it his way."Three Cups Of Tea" which is essentially a biography of this phenomenal personality had given me all the chronological details of his life. But actually listening to his story from the man himself, told me that this guy was for real! I got this opportunity to </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/09/mortenson-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/Sp2PTkw9gAI/AAAAAAAALGE/exwTTf3LjA4/s72-c/dec08-lead0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-5436648464384971537</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T08:15:20.233-06:00</atom:updated><title>The end of bas yun hi.</title><atom:summary>I had been looking for another name for my blog for quite some time. I wasn't entirely happy with its old name 'bas yun hi' (just like that). But 2.5 years earlier when I started this blog, it suited perfectly because the blog was started 'just like that' indeed. For that I should thank my friend Surya (who off late has stopped writing). He inspired me into starting a blog.I too wanted to better </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-bas-yun-hi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-4289257766159374643</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T07:53:03.880-06:00</atom:updated><title>नवरस का मानस</title><atom:summary>निशा का संकोच हूँ मैं       और नदी की खिलखिलाहट भी ।रवि का तेज हूँ मैं      पीपल-छांव की उधारता भी ।योद्धा का अनुशासन हूँ मैं      और दोराहे का उलझन भी ।हाँ, भविष्य का भय हूँ मैं ,      वैश्या की अरुचि भी हूँ      और संत का समर्पण भी ।रूबरू हुए मुझसे तुम हर कही,पहचाना किन्तु अब तक नहीं ।विश्वरूप दर्शित हुआ मैं ,तुझसे इस तरह परिचित हुआ मैं । यूँ तो जीवन के हर रूप में हूँ मैं,पर खुद को पाता तुझमें </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-790226346797421154</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 22:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T17:07:59.475-06:00</atom:updated><title>River Bound</title><atom:summary>Once again I sat there,letting it flow by.This time in the mercy of solitude.As though it knew,my pain anewit purged through.Unwet still, it passed me too.Sunkissed it shoneburning my soul;setting her free ofmy bleeding sorrow.Yet it went the wayIt was to be bound.The sea awaited;there was no way around.Knowing well, the satiric secret it keptBy the river Poudre, I sat down and wept.-------------</atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/06/river-bound.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/SjwYmA53zII/AAAAAAAAKJQ/NaXr9UZaRY0/s72-c/HPIM1067.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-8810988382989220104</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T07:18:43.400-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Wish</title><atom:summary>A day short of turning 28, Renuka’s life seemed to be a drag now. For the last three years it was a banal routine she had been following. Smiling at the reception desk of Infinity International, she thought her facial muscles had now begun to ache. Infinity was a well known restaurant in Connaught Place, often-ed by the well to do and pompous delhi-ites. Looking at them only made her sick of </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/06/wish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/SiRTZjrsHWI/AAAAAAAAKF0/vxrmymRyUFQ/s72-c/qutb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-1368732744285659867</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T11:00:44.203-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>मिलन</title><atom:summary> दिल्ली की तीखी छोरी, वो अम्रीकन मीठा छोरा;भरी दुनिया के दो अजनबी मिलें न उसके , न इसके यहाँ।इन्टरनेट ने बांदा पुल , हुआ विचारों का फेर बदल;चिट्टी नही तो ई-मेल से हीखुल गया दोस्ती का चैनल। लड़के-लड़की की दोस्ती थी, बदलना ही था प्यार में कल;मिल गए दिल, पर इनको भी था मिलना छोरी बोली- परदेस में हैं मेरी बहना !मिलकर ही समझा दोनों को, साथ साथ हैं इनको  रहना; कुछ इसको , कुछ उसको था बदलनाप्रेम रंग में </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/SgO9M8PnBzI/AAAAAAAAJPM/UhQHGlLiIyY/s72-c/HPIM1666.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-2671064094054062275</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T17:44:09.733-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><title>Mummy's Garden</title><atom:summary> As i scrolled through the pictures dad sent in a web album faithfully titled "Mummy's Garden" , my eyes glistened up. Each picture meant more than what it intended to. It unearthed emotions which were buried about 8 months ago and made unreachable, to avoid those very tears.Moms. Why are they naturally inclined to taking care of something, all the time? Weird they are. Not that earlier the </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/04/mummys-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/SeJpHGS6ecI/AAAAAAAAJKk/wxHizrrbmvA/s72-c/flower2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-2881447929348098803</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T10:48:44.680-06:00</atom:updated><title>आर्ज़ू न बन...</title><atom:summary>आंसू बन, कभी तो छलक पड़ेगाआर्ज़ू न बन,शय में सिर्फ इंतज़ार रहेगा ..रात बन, कुछ पहरों का हिसाब पड़ेगायाद न बन,उम्र भर का तू मेहमान बनेगा ..बेवफा बन, वफ़ा का भ्रम तो टूटेगावादा न बन,निभाने का तुझपे क़र्ज़ रहेगा ..ज़िन्दगी में शामिल हैं तो , बंदगी बनअफसाना न बन,फिर प्यार का ज़माना नहीं रहेगा</atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-6041967091407891732</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T13:47:09.755-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy</category><title>when i takes over you</title><atom:summary>At some point in life, 'i' takes over you.Most of your life, you live carelessly. Thinking less, doing more. Doing more because you just got to do some things in life. You've got to eat, you've got to sleep, got to read, study, work and so on. Sometimes you do things to keep the 'i' in you happy and most of the times it is to follow the norm.The 'i' here is still nascent.But there comes a point </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-takes-over-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-4249837385644845590</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T21:48:34.481-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>V-day &amp; it's Very many VVays..</title><atom:summary>As i observed the happenings on yet another Valentine's day, it was interesting to note the very many opinions people had about this day. Every year, similar opinions are up in the air. This year , in India, the anti-heroes took centre stage and an unexpected set of events unfolded.Yes, first the opinion of the fanatical few. The ram sene,shiv sainiks, bajrang dal and more of the lot. They are </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-its-very-many-vvays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-8194276748126534870</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T14:47:57.151-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><title>a countenance, unforgettable</title><atom:summary>One of the good things about being in a MNC was that we could easily involve ourselves in some community work. MNCs today consider 'Community Involvement' as one of their listed goals. This not only helps the company build a more favorable image but also to use it's gains in a more responsible manner. Inturn every individual associated with the company gets his chance to contribute to the society</atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2008/11/countenance-unforgettable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/SSYxPi9ZUqI/AAAAAAAAHUI/WTQq69IZaLs/s72-c/DSC00243.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-2537624711212097934</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T14:36:51.476-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">unknowns</category><title>Analysis of the efficiency of a Dream</title><atom:summary>The Problem: Marvel and analyse how efficient things as virtual as dreams can get.Assumptions:1. You dream when you are in a deep slumber2. Sometimes dreams reflect your state of inertia ( with that i mean you want to stay in some previous condition of your life.You miss some part of your life so much that your inner self still wants to hang on to it. For instance, you are in a new place but you </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2008/10/efficiency-of-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-1268670788712153702</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 01:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T14:35:18.921-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy</category><title>cRackLInG cHeMisTRy</title><atom:summary>After a gap of two years, I am back in a classroom. I have been a terrible student most of my life (while in India). A classroom for me has been a place where usually i don't really know what's happening. Due to unavoidable circumstances (including day dreaming, imaginative choreography, chit chatting, flirting etc) I usually lose touch of what is happening in the class and then cause i anyway </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2008/09/crackling-chemistry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-6518919266707020568</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T14:37:42.451-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">me</category><title>the things i learnt from swati..</title><atom:summary>In the one year nine months i spent knowing Swati, i learnt a lot. Enough things about life, that i wished i had learnt long back. Enough to look at life in the eye.We are completely different people. Swati will react. Instinctively. She'll immediately show if she she is happy, sad, jealous or anything. I won't. I would show a complacency in any situation. No one would know how sad, how happy, </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-learnt-from-swati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbXg04NrqYg/SLtZ6buNKxI/AAAAAAAAFJk/QfrGTAwzHTk/s72-c/DSC01072.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-1812511129846062870</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-19T00:29:03.472-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">places</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>d good things about america..</title><atom:summary>yeah, obviously there are a whole lot of good things about america.i believe it is the people of the country who truly determine it's outlook. america for instance is made of people who are very friendly and independent at the same time. americans accept the presence of each person around them and respect every individual uniformly. This is shown by very minute gestures such as the 'hi, how are </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-good-things-about-america.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442135638569674229.post-2373388555038837392</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T07:32:29.746-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">places</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dearth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><title>india, i miss you..</title><atom:summary>indeed india, i miss you.well, to start with, i miss your typically morning noises..the bustle of households, the chatter of housewives, the business of house maids,'back-up' music of neighbourhood cars, pitched calls of street hawkers, kick starts of 2-wheelers, school buses making their way through.. and repititively, the melody of MS's suprabhatam.i miss a day's omnipresent-naturally occuring </atom:summary><link>http://aastha-inks.blogspot.com/2008/08/india-i-miss-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aastha)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

