<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426766194522164968</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:34:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Excerpts of My Life</title><description></description><link>http://mystoryexcerpts.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The disillutioned wife)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426766194522164968.post-2589669545578263852</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T11:12:02.512-08:00</atom:updated><title>Undoubtedly</title><description>Its been almost two years, since i wrote anything. I cannot say my life has been boring since. Rather it had been too much. New people, new experiences. I had been to US and back.I was thinking of what to write, and somehow i remembered the couple i met at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were an elderly couple.The husband , Carl, would be around 65.He had trouble walking. Yet i saw him at the machines, doing his daily workout.&lt;br /&gt;Fay, his wife was a volley ball champ. She tried to teach me ,but not to mention, i was an utter failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening we were sitting at the jacuzzi and were discussing about marriage(Everyone asks me about marriage nowadays!! c&#39;on i am not that old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember too well what Fay said.&lt;br /&gt;Fay: &quot; When i met my in laws before marriage, they asked me, if i was happy marrying Carl.I had answered , yes, undoubtedly.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned to her husband and said,&quot; Pity that was the last time i was so undoubtedly happy!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at each others eyes. A tensed moment , i thought and kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;And after the moment passed by, both of them burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at them with a sigh, wishing i could have such moments at their age in my life!!!</description><link>http://mystoryexcerpts.blogspot.com/2010/01/undoubtedly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The disillutioned wife)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426766194522164968.post-8354778855705316824</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T23:23:18.239-07:00</atom:updated><title>Insensitive Guys</title><description>Guys are so insensitive.This i say with personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend wanted to give a present.(Not a surprise one, he took me along).Well , we went to a Shopping mall.I didn&#39;t tell him what i wanted and let him find a gift for me.What i was expecting? Well, perhaps a ring.(Oh how romantic, perhaps he&#39;ll kneel down and ask for my hand )A bit too much i guess, but perhaps a great dress, a photo frame, of any of the beautiful things i see around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finaly he came up and said ,&quot; i think i have got just the right thing for you.Very usefull.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him expectingly. With huge eyes i stared at what he was taking out.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what it could be.Not in my farthest of imagination did i ever think it could be a &quot;Weighing Machine&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say i interfered in his search for a gift for me and finally got what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;But again, Guys are insensitive indeed!!!</description><link>http://mystoryexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/06/insensitive-guys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The disillutioned wife)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426766194522164968.post-4572031370205764040</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-15T07:37:19.289-07:00</atom:updated><title>F1 F1 F1</title><description>It rained cats and dogs today.The weather was good in the morning , a cool one in this terrible hot summer.But lo!suddenly the sky seemed to fall down ,along with the heavy shower.To add to all this i had to go to office in that very rain.I reached completely wet.jeans was wet till my hips.I was shiverring like anything.Guess what i did.called up a friend ,opened up my jeans while i hid in the toilet she dried it in the hand drier.(:D)&lt;br /&gt;In between i got threats, &quot;I&#39;ll run off with your jeans!&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking...Suppose she did run off, what would i have done?Lets see what options i have&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;Come out as it is..oh no, never.&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;Come out wrapped in tissue paper?&lt;br /&gt;Immm, wud look like a mummy, and just in case they tore off!! Idea rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i must add here that i had kept my mobile outside as well.Suppose she took off that along with the jeans.So what else, any other options that you could think of?&lt;br /&gt;F1 F1 F1</description><link>http://mystoryexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/05/f1-f1-f1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The disillutioned wife)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426766194522164968.post-3982005702057630264</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-14T12:43:51.345-07:00</atom:updated><title>Me all along</title><description>Amazing isnt it.My site, my own case study.Someone asked me a few days back&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What can you talk about ,just at anytime if asked to?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;That made me think, Philosophy? Relationships? love?..  or perhaps sports ,politics , My God a simply NoNO.Then what else? That kept me thinking and finally i knew it.It was about me, i could talk about myself all day long.And whatever else i talk about finally boils down to me.So here i am to open up my life, my adventures again mymisadventures.Sometimes in a frollic mood at other times pensive.The good ,bad,pretty,ugly, wild,jeolous,brooding,wanton me.What ever it may be, it is me along.Hope you enjoy this journey as much as i hope to.</description><link>http://mystoryexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The disillutioned wife)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>