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I never completely trusted you. There have always been unanswered questions about you in my mind. But still I wanted to trust you. Four of us have spent some really awsome mast times together be it hanging out at the malls or just walks....as u say 'great times spent'. I always knew that u have been hiding things from me. But i chose to ignore it and was glad that u were sharing those things with me that u culd not trust anybody else with. M thankful to you for keeping that faith in me. But you never let me do that with you.&lt;br /&gt;But after that day I have lost all the respect that I had for you. The path that you have taken on is in absolute contradiction to my values. I cannot accept you like that.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;I still wish that all of us be together again but I know that can never ever happen now.&lt;br /&gt;We need to loosen our strings and let each other go our ways.&lt;br /&gt;For the betterment and peace for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-3487710534244871231?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-diary.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-1911244835158487590</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T00:04:03.404+05:30</atom:updated><title>restaurants??</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;we were as usual hanging out and M suggested that we go for a proper meal in a good restaurant instead of getting into a fast food joint or a cafe that we usually do. I hated the idea. I am too hesitant of eating in these high end formal restaurants as I call them. The look and the ambience of it makes me uncomfortable though people love these. I would never enter a Ruby Tuesday or a TGIF or Mainland China. everything at these places comes to me as so structured and organised. I would pretty much be happy at grabbing a meal at Yo China or stare at people across glasses at Barista or CCD. These are places where i can be myself, laugh out loud and do just anything. love the feel of these places...casual, cool, bindass. Proper restaurants means sitting properly, well laid out napins and cutlery, somebody serving you, no messing up with food n ketchups..oh so boring.....well we go out to enjoy and have fun ...right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Infact bestest moments with food have been roadside ones for me.....hot boiled eggs from the thale wala bhaiya on a cold winter night, steamed momos from the local kiosk, chatpati tikki from the ghar ke pass wala halwai, kathi rolls from kiosks again, matke wale chole kulche, khana from dhabas on highways, hostel ki gandi kitchen ki mast chai, canteen ki maggi....aha...kya mazaa ata hai.....churi kante se ac restaurant mein baith kar khane mein kya rakha hai doston.......enjoy the street food......slurp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-1911244835158487590?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/restaurants.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-4067691036688380225</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T23:45:28.248+05:30</atom:updated><title>just updates.</title><description>there's a lot about me that nobody knows....nobody and i can not and do not want to expalin it to them . but i wish i could share.....i know i can share it with P but i do not have the guts to do so...dark secrets are difficult to open up....she would understand why i do not want to get married now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started making stupid blunders again. its strange but this phase comes in , reoccurs . i start making mistakes n that too illlogical n stupid in nature which i myself cannot understand why and become a cause not of embarrasement but absolute stupidity and mindlessness. its making me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for friends- most of them have a constant complain. i make plans to meet up and call off at the last moment. at times it is mood swing , laziness but mostly its genuine reasons. i wish all my good friends could understand this. but those who do and still love me are my gooody goody friends...so what if i couldn't attend my best friends marriage....i know she understands or cancelled off major plans at last moments.....we all still in touch and going good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could apply my brains a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling too stressed out these days....lot of work and laziness leaves all my work unfinished and then i have to rush. result.....stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hod is getting on my nerves these days...she's irking me...can't she be a better manager..it would ease off so much of work..but no..why would she do that...i m starting to hate her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-4067691036688380225?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-updates.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-5397194902580264751</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T22:40:40.688+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donuts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>mad over donuts</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have always hated donuts….HATED….even the face of it….I hated lukn at them….it always seems such a heavy thing tooo sweet for the mouth with loads of chocolate dripped over it…..i luv chocolate in all its forms but somehow that liquid chocolate poured over donuts would make me feel puky…..seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from quite some time…people have been recommending me to have donuts from ‘MAD OVER DONUTS’. I was strolling at one of these happening malls in the city with O and we went into the food court without any intentions of binging on smthing. But right at the entrance we spotted MOD. We luked at it and then went on about insulting donuts to heights!!! After we had done our hatefill over donuts, I just mentioned how people have been praising MOD. He agreed in, we gave each other a witty smile and seconds later, we were at the MOD counter trying to choose our donut out of the so many kept there….i was trying to avoid the ones dripping with choc sauce but O insisted on having those ones…I wonder why….so after all that crappy insistence I went in for ‘nuts over donuts’…donut with choc sauce and beautifully covered up with loads of nuts and O choose a milky chocolate one….i have to agree that these donuts were really pleasing to look at as against the horrifying ones I have always had to lay my eyes on…..so we grabbed a seat and then grabbed the holey things into our mouths……and trust me the experience was heavenly…..the donuts were extremely fresh, warm and fluffy. The sweetness was just apt which is very rare….especially when it comes to sweet stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I relished every bite of that donut. O suggested for having another grab but I declined for it would have been too much…… m not too choosy with food….n neither m I a food lover….but I must say that m in love with these donuts….and I’ll be going in for a second time sooooon……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SseFIh-hBnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3zvM2JyyMcg/s1600-h/moodshot_pic01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388421860778116722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SseFIh-hBnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3zvM2JyyMcg/s400/moodshot_pic01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-5397194902580264751?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/mad-over-donuts.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SseFIh-hBnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3zvM2JyyMcg/s72-c/moodshot_pic01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-8174645358591056596</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T19:29:36.723+05:30</atom:updated><title>my dads' really angry....</title><description>its been more than a week my dad and me havn't been talking.....he brought up the marriage issue again and i bluntly said no.....he just walked off in anger....and we havn't been looking in the eye since then......and i havn't slept this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my life, all these years i have made every attempt trust me EVERY thing i can to not to annoy my dad. i have given up things he didn't like me doing be it about friends or going out or whatever. i wouldn't do things which i know he'll not like.....n i admit i havn't cared so much about my mom's permissions as about my dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his not talking to me is really making me weak. i have had a proper sleep since then and its been 9 days and the only thing on my mind 24*7 is the issue of marriage. m i wrong in saying a no to this life long so called sacred commitment?? my reasons that i am not ready yet, i need more time and that i do not feel the need to get married right now do not convince them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not find anything wrong. i am 25....and i do not feel the need to get married is an absolutely strong reason for me to say a 'no'. i do not find marriage a necessity. for me it is not something that HAS TO BE DONE. i did like to do it if i genuinely feel the need for it. its a big thing..its a big commitment..its about sharing lifes and am i supposed to do it just coz its the next step in life?????&lt;br /&gt;also i do not like the baggage that marriage brings along......a new family, me being expected to be the responsible one, in-laws, the cooking stuff and then babies...uff.....i don' think m made for it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my folks, m absolutely on the border of crossing the marriageable age. one more year and i will be making life difficult for them and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my head...i know m right....but my decision has spoilt the air at home....its just so uncomfortable.....and everybody...friends, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles...everyone is making me feel as if m wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody says its just the anxiety and fear of marriage that i have and m giving stupid reasons for it......i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m hating this tussle with my dad...should i give in....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-8174645358591056596?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dads-really-angry.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-4857423633162258760</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T22:19:55.890+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blah blah...</category><title>blah blah!</title><description>hah..i realize i havn't been blogging for a while now...n the quality of my posts is darkening...&lt;br /&gt;well life is getting quite monotonous. the only change being ghar wale getting too serious abt my shadi.....uff this is soo damn *******. i dnt want to do it.......&lt;br /&gt;alrite  i might do it if&lt;br /&gt;1. m not asked to cook coz dats the thing i HAAAAAAAAATE the most....so please keep me out &lt;br /&gt;    of  the kitchen....&lt;br /&gt;2. dont expect me to be the sati savitri...i have  a life too.&lt;br /&gt;3. why should i leave my parents off to go and do seva for his??????&lt;br /&gt;4. i need to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;5. i dn't want babies....i just so hate them.&lt;br /&gt;6. dnt expect me to be wearing all that glitter n gold....m too comfi in my kurtas n floaters.&lt;br /&gt;7. m not gonna get into any religious dramas n rituals in the name of religion.&lt;br /&gt;8. if u switch jobs out of cities, dnt expect me to tag along....i dnt expect you to do the same for &lt;br /&gt;     me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more to add but is this sounding tooo adamant.....if it is good!&lt;br /&gt;pls suggest ways to shhooo off the opportunities!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv is getting so boring these days.....esp weekends.....mein kya karun.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-4857423633162258760?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/blah-blah.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-5147442767185871384</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T20:44:46.986+05:30</atom:updated><title>TEACHERS..........</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In India 5th September is celebrated as Teachers' day. 5th September is the birthday of a great teacher Dr. Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan. When Dr. Radhakrishnan became the president of India in 1962, some of his students and friends approached him and requested him to allow them to celebrate 5th September, his "birthday". In reply, Dr, Radhakrishnan said, "instead of celebrating my birthday separately, it would be my proud privilege if September 5 is observed as Teachers' day". The request showed Dr.Radhakrishnan's love for the teaching profession. From then onwards, the day has been observed as Teachers' Day in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socrates was an example of a good teacher as he considered himself a learner as well as a  teacher. For Socrates, love and friendship were the proper contexts for the pursuit of wisdom and goodness. Socrates saw himself only as a catalyst. He felt that a personality influences another and a teacher should be capable of moulding his students through the power of his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was the pre-eminent political and spiritual leader of India during the Indian independence movement. He was the pioneer of satyagraha—resistance to tyranny through mass civil disobedience, firmly founded upon ahimsa or total non-violence—which led India to independence and has inspired movements for civil rights and freedom across the world. He strongly believed in practice before you preach. Gndhi’s believes have influenced and inspired people across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://festivals.iloveindia.com/teachers-day/famous-teachers/isaac-newton.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sir Isaac Newton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; is one of the most renowned physicists of all times, Sir Isaac Newton is also credited as a great mathematician, astronomer, natural philosopher, alchemist, and theologian. Through his Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica, he laid down the groundwork for most of classical mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;Pythagoras is regarded as one of the greatest mathematicians that the world has seen till date. He is also credited with being a great mystic and scientist. He founded the religious movement called Pythagoreanism and also gave the world Pythagorean Theorem, which is used in mathematics till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja Ram Mohan Roy is considered to be one of the great teachers of Modern India. He is known as the 'Maker of Modern India'. He was the founder of the Brahmo Samaj, one of the first Indian socio-religious reform movements. And played a major role in abolishing the orthodox rituals like Sati and Idol worship. Raja Rammohan Roy was a great scholar and an independent thinker. He advocated the study of English, Science, Western Medicine and Technology. He was given the title 'Raja' by the Mughal Emperor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore was a writer and a poet. He was also an educationist and his philosophy of education was in complete opposition to the school system. He believed in learning directly and through experiences with nature rather than books. He believed in complete freedom of the child and thought that education should aim at all round development and not produce scholars. His school in Shantiniketan in a reflection of his believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Taylor Gatto  was an advertising copywriter who became bored with the ad business started teaching ''just to see what it was like.'' He ended up teaching for 30 years and tried to change the system simply by refusing to follow it. His insights and knowledge have brought a new breath of healing air into the closed classrooms of United States.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Montessori  tried to break away from the regular classroom teaching and developed a system of education for children of three to six, based on freedom of movement, the provision of considerable choice for pupils, and the use of specially designed activities and equipment. She is known for her play-way methods and use of sensory experiences for teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Teacher’s Day is celebrated across the world on 5th October, with great verve and enthusiasm. Ever since the importance of teachers has been recognized by UNESCO, by adopting the “Recommendation concerning the status of teachers”, World Teacher’s Day has been celebrated annually. This includes celebrations to honor the teachers for their special contribution in a particular field area or the community in general.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-5147442767185871384?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-5120056728581445885</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-15T18:28:55.785+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">silence</category><title>Silence</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/Soaw54_BvHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fwgWxxPt86I/s1600-h/malay+sin+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370174114281667698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/Soaw54_BvHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fwgWxxPt86I/s400/malay+sin+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sitting on this side&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hunt for the shore on the other&lt;br /&gt;I can see the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Dim sunlight filtering through them&lt;br /&gt;And giving it the sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Orange lining in the dusky sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Is playing with vibes&lt;br /&gt;Blues with silver streaks&lt;br /&gt;Glowing orange gems&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why are illusions so fascinating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the vast expanse of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;My eyes see water till the farthest point&lt;br /&gt;Its pristine and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;Yet my eyes search for land.&lt;br /&gt;Its queer&lt;br /&gt;The silence that I have loved so much&lt;br /&gt;Is troubling me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-5120056728581445885?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/Soaw54_BvHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fwgWxxPt86I/s72-c/malay+sin+127.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-4855526590570130686</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 11:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-05T16:42:47.926+05:30</atom:updated><title>mom...</title><description>till the child is in the womb&lt;br /&gt;she is a part of the mother.&lt;br /&gt;as she comes out in the world&lt;br /&gt;she has to learn to live for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the mother,&lt;br /&gt;the process of detatchment starts&lt;br /&gt;from the day she gives her a new life,&lt;br /&gt;outside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet mothers are the only ones&lt;br /&gt;who can sense our pains&lt;br /&gt;our angsts&lt;br /&gt;without even words being conveyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is the one&lt;br /&gt;who first felt us&lt;br /&gt;who first loved us&lt;br /&gt;who nourished us before herself&lt;br /&gt;satiated our hunger before hers&lt;br /&gt;treated our pains before hers&lt;br /&gt;awoke nights so that we could sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much more do i state here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we ever do or feel&lt;br /&gt;even a fraction of this love&lt;br /&gt;towards our mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the ones&lt;br /&gt;who take them for granted&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-4855526590570130686?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/08/mom.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-7689916536631262884</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T16:09:42.081+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confusion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wedding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blah blah...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Experiences</category><title>blah blah!</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well had a fantabulous weekend....it was the warming up ceremony for my cousin's new shop....which means a get together with all relatives n cousins...and lot of work n exhaustion!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can see a change in me.....i sacrificed my only dearest holiday to go there rather than catching up with my dearest sleep....m enjoying the company of my relatives unlike earlier....or is it beacuse my friends have gone away..or is it coz it gives a break from the usual work day schedule....i guess all..;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;again i faced the same situation where all my extended family just casually sat around n attacked me...well counselled me.....well coaxed me....to get married!!! phew....but i have learnt to react in a mature away...earlier they talk about it n i would be in rage.....now i handle it all with a smile on my face....i have become confident of the fact that their talking n cribbing can't change my decision....so my being so calm yesterday confused them a bit!!!...yipppppppie!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry ma n pa...m not ready for it yet......i can't understand marriage....i dnt want to marry coz every body does....that just doesn't convince me....i need to feel the need to get maaried deep inside....i can't do it just for the sake of it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n about  my growing up n age factor.....i dnt know what to say....i understand that as parents they might be right n worried....but am i wrong???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i have joined school...n m stuck in that damn rigid system again...i know i never wanted to teach in a  school...but destiny has its way.....what i hate the most is i can't keep shouting at students all the time n restricting them form doing n things....i just love being friends with them....but neither the system nor the students are geared up for this.....m learning to adjust....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to loose weight.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;m rediscovering a few relationships....n m glad :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;m still waiting for my results ..fingers crossed.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the restless monkey inside me tells me that the change that is coming up is for good....inshaallah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-7689916536631262884?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah-blah.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-2296846192849878161</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T19:37:24.135+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><title>fiction 55</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pristine water was witness to both of them  strolling on the wet sand along the beach...hands entwined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the scenic sunset and the gushing waves could not sooth the queer feelings rousing inside her ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he broke the silence "i had a beautiful time last night....with your best friend"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-2296846192849878161?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/08/fiction-55.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-6538226871381318783</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T21:57:16.820+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wedding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><title>Mah Friends are Going.....:(</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just back from P's engagement party.....it was great fun n P was extremely happy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best part was that it was P's n her fiance's budday today..yes both of them share the same birthday n they decided to make it even more special by exchanging rings today!! superb!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so my friends are going farther n farther..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS's hubby switched jobs n so she moved to Bangalore last year...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R gets married next month n shifts to Pune....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P gets married in another 5 months n moves to Hyderabad....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh...i'll be soooooo lonely....main roz ki bakwass si gappen kis se marungi....Phulz pals...stay back here.....Or I might go insane....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but these friends are acting more like dushmans.....if mom wasn't enough to pressurise me into getting married....these people too have ganged up with my mom...n if this continues.....U guys will make my life hell.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just gimme some space n time..i know whats right for me....let me do it my way.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't make me fight with u.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll miss u girls....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-6538226871381318783?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/07/mah-friends-are-going.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-7740723908756127848</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T21:51:35.310+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blah blah...</category><title>thoughts</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like pondering over so many thoughts inside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to comprehend these lines on my hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to convey the things that are deep down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make my thoughts see the light of the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and more so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to understand the truth behind these thoughts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for once accept what my heart wants!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-7740723908756127848?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-5567203309247210205</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T19:09:52.194+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><title>fiction 55 - rings of smoke</title><description>He felt his dreams crashing once again...tears were swelling his eyes....this time he didn't want to let them free....he closed his eyes once more....darkness was more comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands were wandering into the bag.....should  I or should'nt I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feeble hands he let his dreams go... into rings of smoke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-5567203309247210205?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/07/fiction-55-rings-of-smoke.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-3948287105864681561</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T23:14:26.019+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prayer</category><title>Yeh tha June.....</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the past month had kept me too busy...entangled in mostly all the unimportant yet to be done things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;landed with a temporary job to beat time n till i get one of my choice!! but m thoroughly enjoying this one..:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;added another year to my life.. :)) and it was a terrific day...no partying but wishes from close ones and a few forgotten ones and some unexpected new friends made it reeeally special...its just the fact that all those people took time out and made an effort to wish me on my special day made it worthwhile!! Thanks u guys...a special mention for O for the beautiful gift and D n A for your absolutely unexpected calls from across borders!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was doin dilli darshan in this scorching heat with my desi-phoren cousins who didn't have a better time to visit our desh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have been applying for jobs..hopefully things will click somewhere soon and a decently good package ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;made attempts to go for morning walks coz m going on the weightier side but it just failed miserably......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;met some great women and genuinely admire them for their spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bought some nice clothes for my self...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an attempt to make my frizzy hair look nicer crashed once again....so m back to my burnt maggi type hair!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been ages i haven't picked on a book...this month was the same....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have already landed into july with lotsa prayers coz a lot is expected to happen..hopefully positive!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-3948287105864681561?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeh-tha-may.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-5742204263859966832</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T15:32:28.543+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patriarchy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">social practices</category><title>The Black Veil</title><description>The first thing that I want to state is that in this post I am questioning a belief and a practice and not attacking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The black veil intrigues me. It disturbs me and brings a lot of questions for which I need answers. I am not supportive of the practice of women wearing burqua and I have my reasons for it. It is a fatal combination of religious practices and patriarch culture. I do not have a historical understanding of why women were made to wear a hijab and its connection to the present day. As per my knowledge, women were kept under the veil because they were considered as sexual objects and men did not want them to run around flaunting their beauty and bodies. From what I understand, a veil is not just a physical covering but also sets a psychological boundary which is not supposed to be crossed. Here, by psychological boundary, I aim at the various social constraints that a women is supposed to follow to keep her virginity intact which includes proper dressing, manner of conduct, body posture, walk etc etc etc. The burqua is not just supposed to conceal the woman’s body but is also symbolic of how a woman is supposed to confine herself , her feelings, her emotions and her life according to the ways as defined by the men of the society for them. For me, the hijab signifies confinement from expression of the body and the self. It curbs the sexuality,freedom and individuality of womanhood. It might be done to under the name of protection from stray eyes but did no one think of curbing those stray eyes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Strangely, according to Islamic practices, black is the colour of mourning….why is the burqua black in colour…does this symbolize that women are evil to the society that they are to be wrapped up in a black cloth all the time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;When I look out into the world,I see many many women who have left behind these cultural practices and have ventured into this modernist world with a sense of freedom and an individuality that anybody dare not doubt and point a finger at. But this does not mean that the practice is a long past. It is very much existant in our villages, in our cities and in this big world. We talk about existentialism, we talk about modernism and post- modernism. But my question is do we have a right to talk about all these 'isms' when millions of women in this world that we live in are not even aware of what individuality means. What it means to nourish your own self and your soul....or for that matter do they understand the meaning of the word 'self' in the truest sense of it......????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-5742204263859966832?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-veil.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-5888549117572931914</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T16:43:36.580+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><title>And the seasons go on</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well my student days have come to an end  but those college years have been a lifetime of fun,masti,emotions, stupidity, fooling around things and so on….m happy that there will be no more slogging with books and exams but there’s much more that I’ll be missing on…..&lt;br /&gt;1. those so many failed attempts at proxy attendance.&lt;br /&gt;2. that rushing from bus stop to college to save the attendance for the 8.30&lt;br /&gt;lecture.&lt;br /&gt;3. non stop dirty talk at the lawns.&lt;br /&gt;4. woh canteen ki chai, samose aur idli sambar.&lt;br /&gt;5. the trips…&lt;br /&gt;6. 8 of us stuffed in 1 auto(resource crunch!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7. copy pasting projects and assignments…&lt;br /&gt;8. some projects seriously done in just 14hrs…or I night at the max…!!&lt;br /&gt;9. those times when we were thrown out of class and we laughed our hearts off!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. the big break ups n make ups…80% of conversations were circled around this…&lt;br /&gt;11. the college fest….esp the euphoria nite….mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;12. the chit chats at the metro station…&lt;br /&gt;13. the plays that we performed can’t be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;14. the nights before exams….fadu nights!!&lt;br /&gt;15. the so many front row movies that we enjoyed..:)))&lt;br /&gt;16. summer vacations and how desperately we waited to sleep our assess off through the day.&lt;br /&gt;17. the groups that we had…and the hiding notes and the cold wars.&lt;br /&gt;18. I can’t forget the first time we tried marroing sutta!!!&lt;br /&gt;19. chit passing during lectures and the fuss created when caught.&lt;br /&gt;20. the fun with clothes, naughty t shirts with slogans, mast jholas and piercings!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. going broke giving treats!!&lt;br /&gt;22. internship sucked the blood out of us…but we all came back smiling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these were the days which made us laugh will now give us wet eyes. And will laugh over those days that we spent crying and anxious over stupid problems!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats college I guess…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-5888549117572931914?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/06/woh-college-ke-din.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-7402350279041991831</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T00:48:21.044+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">passion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nights</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drive</category><title>on the move...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;driving down the road&lt;br /&gt;on this beautiful moon lit night&lt;br /&gt;m thinking of u&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside me&lt;br /&gt;trying to hide what is evident to both&lt;br /&gt;we just let go&lt;br /&gt;holding hands tight&lt;br /&gt;with our fingers entwined&lt;br /&gt;the breath out of sync&lt;br /&gt;sparks in the stomach&lt;br /&gt;the gentle yet passionate touch does wonders&lt;br /&gt;to both the heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;making the desire to melt in your arms&lt;br /&gt;rising high inside&lt;br /&gt;we stop in a dingy lane&lt;br /&gt;to make that moment ours&lt;br /&gt;and let the fire take us&lt;br /&gt;into the depths of each other....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-7402350279041991831?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-move.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-7117804499863774520</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-15T11:38:39.459+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bags</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ads</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anti smoking</category><title>strings of my handbag</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Isme kya bhar kar lati ho?&lt;br /&gt;Is one question that I have been so frequently asked by men…I wonder why big bags trouble men so much?&lt;br /&gt;I am a somebody who’s smitten by big bags…ever since my college dayz. In college there were chicks who used to come carrying those hankerchief size bags and a diary in hand and I used to wonder what do they come here for? I mean is their life so simple to come in that pencil box size bag???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Mine wasn’t!!! during college dayz I was obsessed with jholas so always on the hunt for the ethnic and colourful ones..and it was always full with so much in it….books, note pad,wallet,water bottle, scarf, pens, card pouch(id,library ticket, bus pass membership cards etc), other essential stuff…plus I have this habit of picking random stuff…be it nice big unusual leaves from the college garden, fruits shed from tress,nything unique lying about on the road and all of it went into my bag!!! Besides the last one, all this was essential stuff and I wonder how could girls manage without it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the idea of a bag is to throw in all the stuff inside it and keep ur hands free. But I see people around who carry these mini size bags on their wrists and then keep their hands full and keep dropping things around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why woman why can’t u carry a bigger bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I just so hate these clutch bags doing the rounds these days. They are just so tiny and whats the use of carrying one when it can’t contain anything except ur mobile phone…u m sure u can carry that in ur hand…..ah someone shouted…glam quotient…..phew..keep that to u babes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my journey of bags has been from back packs to interesting jholas to jute bags to rug and bamboo stick bags, cloth bags to now rexine bags…but all big size!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag that m carrying these days is like a huge pouch with strings at the top to tie and lock it. And it looks quite smart….and my folks have nick named it as Aladdin ki potli!!! n m quite happy for the kind of space it provides me to pack in things and raise frivolous questions in the minds of men!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just took this quiz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourhandbagsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Handbag Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;My results show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You tend to be relaxed throughout the day. You are naturally at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You are a high maintenance person. You feel lost outside of your normal environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You are a very creative person. Your life tends to be a whirlwind, but you always seem to pull it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You are practical and down to earth. You tend to be a rather reserved and quiet person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You are a very unique and special person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There's no one else who is anything like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;So very me….!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-7117804499863774520?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/05/strings-of-my-handbags.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-861938697441054009</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T18:41:29.881+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weather</category><title>its raining!!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SggjPBQueMI/AAAAAAAAARk/yTpnOq0GXp4/s1600-h/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334552499563952322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SggjPBQueMI/AAAAAAAAARk/yTpnOq0GXp4/s400/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;its raining n hailstorms out here n m just lovin' it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SggijolKuNI/AAAAAAAAARc/SbgPjGdk8r4/s1600-h/puddle.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551754204428498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SggijolKuNI/AAAAAAAAARc/SbgPjGdk8r4/s400/puddle.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics from photobucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-861938697441054009?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-raining.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SggjPBQueMI/AAAAAAAAARk/yTpnOq0GXp4/s72-c/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-690329838598214052</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T23:25:12.147+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">name</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><title>a name is a name is a name...</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Shakespearean thought for ‘what’s in a name’ goes for a toss here…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well PS has been blessed with a baby boy…n she’s a happy mommy…&lt;br /&gt;The task of naming the boy has been an experience..&lt;br /&gt;PS has this liking for heavy duty names…names that lonnng,make an impact n sound dignified…for example: Rannvijay, Bhavyaman, Harshdeep, Himanshu,&lt;br /&gt;PS has had this liking for ‘powerful’ names n surnames…since college days PS never liked her surname and she had this weird desire to get married to a guy with a heavy impact surname. Her preferences include Choudhary, Thakur, Malhotra, Khandelwal.&lt;br /&gt;Well what I can figure out is that she has this liking for names that spell looonger and heavy on n,y,a and h….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N her hubby dearest has this liking for the 70’s names…Pankaj, Prakash, Mohan, Ajay, Suraj…n blah blah blah…n he was damn serious….he was concerned about the meaning of the name while wifey was hung up on how it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offences to anyone but choosing a name is like choosing an identity for an individual…it’s the name the whole world would know him by..the first step to his identity…n m sure no parent would want to mess it up…..u don’t want the kid to come back 15 yrs down the line n feel absolutely pissed off with the name that he has been given…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the name should be sound smart, carry a nice positive meaning and be a unique one….u don’t want to leave ur child with a name that every one else has.&lt;br /&gt;And some say that the name has the most significant influence on a person's life and personality. Almost from the moment of birth, the first name vibration begins impacting perceptions, traits and talents. Well I doubt this coz at times I have seen personalities exactly opposite of their names….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a gala time listening to their stories n versions and rolling with laughter. But at the same time I felt like kicking them hard for their choice of names…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the tuffs,tussles, nags and bangs, the kiddo has been finally christened as Vedant urf chikoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-690329838598214052?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/05/name-is-name-is-name.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-5089613026344939375</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 06:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T23:25:52.317+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stomach pains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mornings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medication</category><title>tummy troubles</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off late my tummy dear has been giving me more trouble than the usual ones…( well…my stomach blues have become a part of me..)&lt;br /&gt;Ma n Pa are fed up running after me to have medicines while I continue to run away from medicines…&lt;br /&gt;So this time pa dearest has got me this BIG bottle of lauki-amla-bel juice from the Baba Ramdev’s Patanjali stuff…&lt;br /&gt;N don’t u ask me….its yuck..m supposed to take in half a cup of that horrendous syrup first thing in the morning…L&lt;br /&gt;Well day 1 I almost stopped myself from letting my system take a reverse gear…the ghiya makes it bitter, the amla content is just too high giving it all the sourness and doesn’t leave any space for the poor bel to make its presence felt…&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 I decided to add some sugar to it to kinda reduce that awful taste….well no relief…sugar wasn’t sweet enough I guess….&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 on Pa’s advice I added some salt n pepper to that yucky syrup but that damn thing is just so opaque n dense that it doesn’t let anything mix up with it to make it a little pleasant to gulp it down the throat….&lt;br /&gt;I wonder y it doesn’t have an odour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and cribbed about, I feel that thing is making a difference….i do feel slightly better…&lt;br /&gt;But trust me pushing it down the food pipe is a task and I am to finish that 1000ml bottle in 10 dayz….&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is……My mornings aren’t pleasant anymore…. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-5089613026344939375?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/05/tummy-yellows.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-6721612918605643335</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T23:28:13.772+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">differences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Experiences</category><title>Do we have an answer?</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was sitting by the  red building and lush green lawns in my college mugging up for my exam that I was to  give in another 20 mins. A boy of about 10 yrs, a rag picker went  to  a girl sitting a few meters away from where I was…I had seen him in the campus last week as well picking up plastics and stuff. Today he had papers in his hand rather than his sack. He spoke to her but within seconds turned towards me. He knew I was observing him. As I saw him coming, I concentrated on the book in my hand….he stopped by me….put forward his sheets to me. These were plain A4 sheets, one side used….I look at him….he says “ didi is par mujhe drawing bana do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first thought was to refuse … I had my exam in 20 mins and quite some stuff to revise…&lt;br /&gt; I took the sheets from him n asked  “ kya bana du?”&lt;br /&gt;“Bike bana do…”&lt;br /&gt;“bike banana toh mujhe nahi aati..kuch aur batao”&lt;br /&gt;he thinks, then says “mere pas pen bhi nahi hai..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time the guard comes to shoo him off. And starts shouting at him…he lowers his eyes and gets up to go…leaving his sheets… I give the sheets back and the pen that I had in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;He says thank you and goes away. So does the guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were moist..i was blank…numb...i didn’t even ask him his name. all through his face had the same dourly expression..…Why didn’t I stop the guard from shouting at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stark reality early in the morning..I am preparing to go to give my post graduate degree exam and there is a child who comes to me collecting used papers from some where to make him a drawing…this boy who should be studying in a school does not even possess a pen.&lt;br /&gt;Why this difference in society? Why this difference in life? Is this life for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my book and head for the examination hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I meet him again? What will I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-6721612918605643335?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-we-have-answer.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-8895798685262180276</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-15T10:23:10.018+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prayer</category><title>a prayer</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeS85e5MDRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oJhiPsjxMJs/s1600-h/burnng-candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324588355190263058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeS85e5MDRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oJhiPsjxMJs/s400/burnng-candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishes,dreams,aspirations and desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with a heart full of prayers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i light up this flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets create that magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                 once more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-8895798685262180276?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeS85e5MDRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oJhiPsjxMJs/s72-c/burnng-candle.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219326207195414051.post-4975018634695799333</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T23:28:43.712+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pics</category><title>just ticklers....</title><description>got these in an e mail.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeMLlg20Q0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qFbYXkR65HE/s1600-h/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324111923584975682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeMLlg20Q0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qFbYXkR65HE/s400/6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeMLlsEw8qI/AAAAAAAAAQs/w78lZCZn8tk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324111926596268706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeMLlsEw8qI/AAAAAAAAAQs/w78lZCZn8tk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeMLlV1M75I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hOa9D1UnPaQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324111920625414034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeMLlV1M75I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hOa9D1UnPaQ/s400/noname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219326207195414051-4975018634695799333?l=issilenceopinion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://issilenceopinion.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-ticklers.html</link><author>issilenceanopinion@gmail.com (state of mind?)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sulO3-7In-I/SeMLlg20Q0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qFbYXkR65HE/s72-c/6.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
