<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377</id><updated>2024-10-05T07:25:29.741+05:30</updated><category term="Current affairs"/><category term="Malayalam Movie Review - Ee Adutha Kalathu"/><title type='text'>TARA rum pum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-8748549640429336189</id><published>2019-04-17T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2019-04-17T11:44:42.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>കഥയുടെ പിന്നാമ്പുറം</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;ഇന്ന് പെയ്തൊഴിഞ്ഞ മഴയ്ക്കും&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;ഇന്ന് മുളച്ച പുല്നാമ്പിനും&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;ഇന്ന് കണ്ട കനവിനും&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;ഒരേ കഥയായിരുന്നു പറയാൻ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;നവ ഭാവനയുടെ പുതു മുറയുടെ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;നേരിന്റെ നെറിയുടെ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;അന്പിന്റെ നന്മയുടെ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;കനിവിന്റെ മഴവില്ല് തീർത്ത കഥ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;അവിടെ കാമ്പുള്ള നന്മ മരങ്ങൾ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;സ്നേഹത്തിന്റെ കുഞരിപ്രാവുകൾ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;ജാതിയോ അർത്ഥമോ തീർക്കാത്ത വരമ്പുകൾ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;അനന്ത വിഹായസ്സിൽ സ്വപ്നപേടകങ്ങൾ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;പ്രതീക്ഷയുടെ പൊന്കിരണങ്ങൾ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;തഴുകാൻ സാന്ത്വനത്തിന്റെ മന്തമാരുതെൻ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;സുഗന്ധം തൂകും പ്രേമവല്ലരികൾ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;എന്റെ കഥ തുടങ്ങുകയായി നിന്റെയും..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Solitude was all I Ionged for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Seasons changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Yet my wound was not healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Solitude was all I longed for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Perhaps it gave wings for my memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Yet I remain wounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Solitude was all I longed for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;All my love was left unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Yet I aspire I will win tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;For I no longer am alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Memories, love and hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Is all still worth for a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;The touch, the kiss and the warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Ablaze evermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Smile that lingers guide me still !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Its okay to cry, to see you smile&lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to hold to see you fly&lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to hide to see you sprout &lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to change the track to make you steady&lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to be in pain to heal you&lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to be silent to see you express&lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to fall for you to rise&lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to forgive to love &lt;/div&gt;
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Its okay to forget to exist&lt;/div&gt;
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For I see me in you, You know or no ?&lt;/div&gt;
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If you breathe we live !&lt;/div&gt;
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I took so many decisions yesterday –&lt;/div&gt;
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That I would remain happy, I would never nag neither
complain&lt;/div&gt;
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I would try to put a smile on faces around me&lt;/div&gt;
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I would always be thankful for the countless blessings&lt;/div&gt;
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I would cherish all the beautiful memories and forget the
rest&lt;/div&gt;
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I would forgive and be kind and patient&lt;/div&gt;
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I would love unconditionally and would lend my hand&lt;/div&gt;
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I would be a good listener and a true friend &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I would be content with all what I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I would kneel down in prayers for the sick and the suffering&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I would forfeit my pleasures to quash the melancholy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
All because she took my hand in hers &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
And in her death bed serene and cheery &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
She &amp;nbsp;said – “Life is too short” &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
But its only one day down and its
so difficult to hold on. All what I need is the grace to keep a few. It was so touching and heartbreaking a day ! But it was worth it..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
When I crave &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Hurdles overrule &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
When I recline &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Knocks overpower &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What if I am still ?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Reliving is painless&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
To subsist is thorny&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Gain is vague&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yet race is on&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What if I am still ?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Innate ethics&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Is a curse &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
How I wish &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
To be a part but&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What if I am still ?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
If I am still&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I will grin&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
For my conscience&lt;/div&gt;
Never deceived&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Is that the gain ?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My days are days only if you are there&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can dream, think and see with you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can fight and later return to see the same you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can laugh my heart out beside you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
All my follies you will cherish &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You are my lucky star&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can see you crying even when you smile&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can narrate the story untold&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can see swirls of colors in you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Craving for my love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I wanna fly high in your wings&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
And then we can touch the stars together&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Be my guiding star forever !&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Today is my day. Along with millions of other women round
the globe I say this. But I do not need a day exclusive to say this. Still I
reckon once in a while it is good to stop in the middle and think loud. This is
to stir in the lost focus or motivation and to run fast. To make myself realize
what am I and where am &lt;st1:place&gt;I.&lt;/st1:place&gt; It is not because I am fragile
and often desires to be cradled as some argue. Rather the quantum and diversity
of tasks consume me that I no longer have time to sit and muse. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I never knew that -&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I am the light and the axis &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
World around is still when I am not I am &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My words can heal the wounded soul&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I practice many out of sacrifice&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can be selfless many a time&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can smile hiding pearls of my eyes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can forgive even in deep anguish&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can forget decisively&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I have grown this far from father’s doll to a woman!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Was it an invisible journey? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Where did I lose all the stops in between?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I was never weary nor did I droop&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I was not alone all throughout&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yet I never knew …..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I am a representative, expressing what I realized when I sat
for a while and walked back. Probably this is all what is expected for giving a
day exclusive, because seldom will anyone acknowledge for all what you are. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Enjoying food with loved ones around a table at the perfect
place !! What else can we ask for to brighten our weekend! Presenting ‘Krishnettans
thattukada (small makeover shops) at Kattachankuzhy’ ! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Food is the road taking me though the actual interest behind
this post is to introduce a beautiful place to have country chicken with
tapioca or puttu (a South Indian delicacy with rice flour) - “Nadan kozhi pirattu and kappa”. Some of you might have gone
already if so join to share your experience and for those not take your bike
(cars as well) and go to ‘Kattachankuzhy’ . &amp;nbsp;Its on the way to Balaramapuram may be 15km or
so from the Trivandrum city.&amp;nbsp; One of our close
friends took us to the place. Typical village on the frame but as we reached
the hotel&amp;nbsp; I was shocked to
see sedans and SUVs swarming all over the place hardly space to walk. We too
joined the long queue to taste and feel the richness of all good flavors. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
As we got close I got a glimpse of the much awaited hotel.
The hotel is a small house transformed. May be a big ‘thattu kada’ kind of
appearance. The front area is divided for us to see how the chicken is being
cleaned, marinated and cooked. As we stand we are full with this sight of
lovely chickens being processed topped with aroma galore. I was salivating more
than the street dog who always drool at the sight of biscuits and milk we
reserved for him during our childhood. Back to the scene chickens were neatly
chopped by a man with immense speed. Three ladies were devoted to clean and
marinate the pieces which then straight landed in sizzling hot pan with very little
oil to our surprise. Long wait to finda a place within the hotel. Majority of
the customers were either youngsters or middle-aged men and few families. As in
any other thattu kada ladies were few in number but a room is reserved for the
families. As our chicken is almost ready our turn came and we dashed into the
family room to grab a chair and down came the shutter. Perfect&amp;nbsp; arrangement !&amp;nbsp;
We were actually cut off from the rest of the waiting crowd to enjoy the
hot spicy chicken with our near ones. To be honest for the first few minutes it
was perfect silence though we were a group of 5 adults and two children. Yummy
!! the tapioca melts in our mouth with the spicy chicken never chewy (unlike
usual&amp;nbsp; country chicken dishes) wow…. It
was difficult to discern the different spices we tasted in that beautifully
cooked chicken as it’s a magical mix I feel. Definitely an awesome must eat
dish !! After few minutes we restored our balance and had a nice sweet chat as
we enjoyed the food served and great service. All in all -&amp;nbsp; perfect ambience to intensify the flavors and
to celebrate the company of our loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
After the sumptuous lunch our adventure continued. We met
the person behind the whole enterprise who lives nearby – Krishnettan (fondly
called by the neighbors). A down to earth man in his late sixty. He was
delighted to share his experience of this journey of flavors and taste. His
wife stood behind with a pleasing contented smile may be the lady behind this
success. Now as he retires from active cooking, his son took his role and is
now gearing the food ship. Though Krishnettan is a great cook, he love to have
food cooked by his wife when he get back home. . . Let him enjoy that homely
food and let us enjoy the krishnettan’s kozhi pirattu !&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Be careful in choosing the lot to join you as it’s a
thattukada kind of ambience. Enjoy the place and stop at Vizhinjam harbor
hardly 3km from the spot for yet another lovely evening.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We saw this movie on the releasing day though unintentionally. The movie is yet another new generation stereotype or in few words you can describe it as an uncomfortable, realistic, engrossing movie. Sex hog the stage but in a different dimension !The director succeeded in adding charm to many unpleasant social scenarios intertwined beautifully throughout the film. This is indeed noteworthy! (I wonder as a lay man how could he manage to weave together, the extremes in a meaningful narrative way) The casting was brilliant and the actors brought the best in them. Hats off to Murali and Indrajith (I liked them the most). On the whole a portray so loud yet lucid …&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The film depicts side by side two families a filthy rich couple (Murali &amp;amp; Tanushree) in a realization phase that nothing can save their relation and the other (Indrajith &amp;amp; Mythili) living each moment ‘together’ be it pain or poverty in a house erected out of garbage. Though many films had come up with the issues among the poor and the wealthy, the script writer of this film added a different dimension exploiting the Google age. For instance, son searching the meaning of phrases from the every day blows and abuse of his mom by his father lightens the else disturbing scenes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Murali is a complex personality battling everyday with himself to lose to reality. His day begins and ends by the brutally offensive statement that his wife is a crap. Ripping the woman in her, every day, is a curtain masking his inner turmoil. The story unveils the root cause of this altered disposition only at an advanced stage. Tanushree portrayed the pain of sacrifice, shattered dreams and the fuming rage as that of a caged animal craving for liberty. To fly far, as far she could from all the knot tying her to the so called home and family. Finally she succumbs to the sugar-coated dirty tongue of the north Indian – caveat much needed ! But no this is not the usual ‘trapped woman stuff’ as you fathom .. Hats off for the story teller for such an incredible twist !! He dilutes all such mind seizing scenes with his unique hilarious touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In my view Indrajith scored the most while Mythili displays her versatility. The slang, dialogue delivery and what all he was too good as Vishnu. Struggling to make a living yet holds tight all the morals. For him garbage is his world and when he gets enough to feed his mom, daughters and wife everything is ‘on’. Sex, love, laughter, fun, everything is at it heights. Under a thatched roof amidst the garbage made curios adorning his house they make love while the other couple encased in silky pillows is dying for a kiss. Scene perfect ! When this treasure is nearing a full stop the story unwinds with a blessing in disguise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Anoop Menon as ‘the laughing stock in police department’ and his investigative Journalist girl friend Lena steals the show with their fabulous performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Besides the couples, other social issues related to the influx of North Indian workers, robbery, deserted old age, violence, sex addicts all come into play in the right time adding unbelievable twist to the movie. Although the first half is a bit lagging, second half is a masterpiece. It seems to end in a flip of seconds. Ooohw ! I am absolutely mesmerized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;On the whole a piercing warning ! Its worth to watch …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/407564713386672737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2012/02/ee-adutha-kalathu-recent-malayalam.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/407564713386672737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/407564713386672737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2012/02/ee-adutha-kalathu-recent-malayalam.html' title='Ee Adutha Kalathu (Recent Malayalam Movie) - Review !'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lUaZbxi1C6E7XpEDEKdlXCrQ9Uy_ljL-zrnunq-cKYLomlBNTU5pjaHfNH2sTjI-6uyUUtFaHDwxFnNhLa-M94t7k0dStpeP8RvXIgLZVjfQx3tq6_0xHMjXYZICLPNn7Hha_sVMtPZk/s72-c/20tvm_E_aduthakalat_897540f.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-2270986399516656384</id><published>2011-03-28T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:38:55.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;A month declared for women. A day to celebrate for being a woman! &lt;br /&gt;
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This tradition might have evolved as a point to express the significance of womanhood by which the universe sustains or as an occasion to out pour the veiled emotions towards woman – be it mom, wife, daughter, teacher, friend and the list never ends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woman is a teacher forever. It is always believed that family moulds an individual, to be more specific the mother. It is from her we learn to love, to forgive, to sacrifice, to believe and to be patient. The blend of emotions is being transferred to us unknowingly. This is what we offer others in our life. We try to build up on this foundation. What a marvelous state. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, the situation has changed radically. This tradition no more exists to extol the beautiful state of being a woman. Rather it reminds how painful and pathetic have woman become. No security and no respect, a day to emphasize the need to learn self defense. &lt;br /&gt;
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We don’t need flowers or expensive gifts&lt;br /&gt;
Nor do we long to dine out to celebrate this day&lt;br /&gt;
We hate to see the world being so nice to us just for a day&lt;br /&gt;
Politicians speaking aloud for our rights and reservation&lt;br /&gt;
Women association striking to gain us the unseen&lt;br /&gt;
All but can you hear our plea?&lt;br /&gt;
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Can we walk safe on the roads without getting a dirty stare ?&lt;br /&gt;
Can we travel in peace ?&lt;br /&gt;
Can we work head to head with men at work place?&lt;br /&gt;
Respect oh ! its out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the sigh of any ordinary woman in Kerala. And it will remain a sigh without being heard not because sound is low but as it is too loud for the attitude (of the society) to switch over. ‘Women defeating women’ is gaining popularity too. Recently I saw news clipping where a girl about 16 or so was being brutally bruised with burnt cigarettes all over her body. This act was to rip her self respect and to take off her clothes whenever her madam (a lady in her late 50s) demands. Stories of Soumya’s are not to mention. &lt;br /&gt;
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Will we ever get to enjoy a peaceful day out !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/2270986399516656384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/2270986399516656384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/2270986399516656384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-7022470261726254919</id><published>2010-12-24T13:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:30:42.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The year gone by !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;It has been ages since I wrote something and that very thought was so irresistible that I am back. Life was getting busy and so tough that I feared to take a break. In fact the famous saying life itself is a teacher is so true. No matter how hard we yearn for and strive to reach the stars we will end up with handful of sand. But then this is real life and that it all has hidden purpose. How to surpass is a big question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIb9SMdvKr0DTRRjutAU2NDuXLQJ1OIAEad1-F5psqaBcjVnmU-NzmVlHs47MKoWfwOKFRvD_5SCbxeVD4Bq2J2sHBYQDI4xhxuDLAeZ3cTB25pNY6yPY9q78rZEwbHA8ZsB_QHMwGsif/s1600/90_03_36---Christmas-Decorations_web.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; n4=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIb9SMdvKr0DTRRjutAU2NDuXLQJ1OIAEad1-F5psqaBcjVnmU-NzmVlHs47MKoWfwOKFRvD_5SCbxeVD4Bq2J2sHBYQDI4xhxuDLAeZ3cTB25pNY6yPY9q78rZEwbHA8ZsB_QHMwGsif/s200/90_03_36---Christmas-Decorations_web.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is already Christmas and in a wink new year too!! The best ever time to make merry and to stay contented. Blog spaces are swarming with New Year resolutions and Christmas messages.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So what am I supposed to write? &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Should I start with the immense knowledge I gained this year while I stumbled.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;Certain acts will never be fruitful till it reaches the ripe age! &lt;br /&gt;
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The supreme quality everyone have to attain over the time. Make it as deep and wide as you can to lighten your melancholy. I can tell you this is a mammoth task but is never impossible! Each one of us can uncover our own unique ways to gain the fruit of patience.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(I promise this will ease your worries to zero.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;Do not be foolish to consider all who smiles at you to be your admirer. It is easy to love and care others than to expect it back. A sincere heart will never fade and so are the deeds. Though you do not receive it back, at the time you wish from the person you expected, it will embrace you through different hands in the needy hours. This is inevitable for mankind so keep tight these qualities to love and care our fellow beings. Do not impair or manipulate the basic instinct! Expect least and act more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;As this year ends I am brimming with gratitude for the wonderful blessings from heaven above. The divine wisdom and peace showered on me that passeth all understanding. I am filled with joy and hope for a new beginning ! New twists and turns, ups and down, worries and happiness. A fusion so unpredictable ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Youth is always considered as the age to learn, to accept, to change and to be the cause of transformation. A time when our potential and strength is most counted and recognised. This is the only state of mankind where one can strive to achieve what they aim. A period of confusion, uncertainty yet full of optimistic vigor. I remember in our days, there were lot of restrictions and rules that made us draw a line which we never even dared to cross.  Those were but the reflections of our tradition and culture.  Though I always disagreed to whatever my mom says about my friends I stealthily kept her views in mind and never let that go off. We were taught to respect and to be submissive to the elders. But now it’s a totally different scene. I can hardly see any respect towards teachers, parents or elders. It is always good to have independent outlook but never at the cost of despising the elderly. I was distressed when my neighbor (who is the professor of the top engineering college in my city) told that she is at times forced to shut her eyes while walking through the dark corridor of the library. On the contrary, my young friends counter that why everybody is so concerned about our lives. They demand the protection of their interests. Where actually did we go wrong in imparting the youth with the sanctity of our culture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Similar attitude is acknowledged at family and society failing to fulfill the promises and responsibilities. However, the most striking of all is their focus on building a career and life up to their ‘mark’. They are absolutely blind in that race. No time for family and friends who once brightened their life and stood for making whom they are now. I should reach the summit even if I need to kick my best buddy down. Burning the midnight oil at the office table, purposefully forgetting that our dear ones crave for a silly talk or a loving pat as they sit disabled all alone at the house. The moral responsibility in raising our own siblings to the same height remains unveiled. Is money the cause for all this evil? My dear young friends I am not against the high spirits and ability in utilizing all the resources now known, for a bright future, but kindly reminding the hidden fatal state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Erecting a pillar hollow in truth and values will only lead to destruction though the mansion look beautiful from afar. Can we try to reform in our outlook and values which will sustain till the end ?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/5231836361157063687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/09/youth.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/5231836361157063687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/5231836361157063687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/09/youth.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-3910551666092814604</id><published>2010-08-28T16:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:16:59.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I don’t believe in valleys and hills nor do I trust the changing seasons. I can barely perceive that the day ends and night begin. No fragrance for the flowers that adorn my sidewalk or for the breeze that caresses me. Tranquility overrides every single moment. Overwhelmed by the faded colours and lifeless nature .. 

Everyday I open the window longing to see a cuckoo bird, who could sing to whirl my melancholy heart. As the rain pour down I no longer feel that Mother Nature is washing my tears too. I can only experience the thunderous echoes resembling the words of a petulant youth that pierce even my deepest wound. The sky remained black hiding my rainbow of hope. Then I searched for the radiant stars to brighten my desires but in vain. 

How long need I wait to see the sprouting new leaves, the sway of the lilies and the melodious singing of the cuckoo ? My eyes crave to see the beautiful colours that draped me once.  When will my pallet fill again with stunning colours ? Will the seasons change just as my hearts wish ?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/3910551666092814604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/3910551666092814604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/3910551666092814604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-5783024183445844655</id><published>2010-07-12T22:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:38:41.871+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current affairs"/><title type='text'>Wake up call !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
God created man in his likeness and made him unique. But down the years what went wrong !! Its not sins but man has turned to beast toppling the evolution theories. &lt;/div&gt;
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The present happenings in God’s own country is bewildering.. How brutal it is to chop off the palm of a professor (who has to be valued like God as per our rich tradition) ?? I cannot comprehend the deed. Common we are not living in a terrorist territory. Picture of a tormented teacher in deep anguish with head stooping down as though a third rate criminal, is flooding all the news channels. Is this the way to chastise a person who is cornered for setting the question paper faulty ? &lt;/div&gt;
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No common man can uncover the sinister plot behind the conversation described in the passage. But still the worse has occur red.. A family under threat for over a month. Wife always anticipating hidden trap for her husband and not to say about rest of the kin. As a final point the axe ripped his palm and the men vanished into thin air. &lt;/div&gt;
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It has been a week and the government is at snail’s pace. It is high time for the Kerala government to join hands with the law and order system of the middle east.. Nobody cares for the imminent murky days of the family not even to toss a formal ‘Can I console you?’ The compassion and love that makes humans superior is dried up. How long will we exist in such a filthy shell ??&lt;/div&gt;
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Wake up, wake up mankind before the transformation completes !!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/5783024183445844655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/07/wake-up-call.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/5783024183445844655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/5783024183445844655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/07/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call !'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-505970277752837399</id><published>2010-07-05T16:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:25:25.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For you &#39;J&#39; with love ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Oh come and hold me for a while&lt;/div&gt;
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To make me beam&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh baby, lock me in a hug&lt;/div&gt;
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To melt me down&lt;/div&gt;
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For I still thirst for your love &lt;/div&gt;
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Can’t you reveal the magic?&lt;/div&gt;
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How you drive me crazy &lt;/div&gt;
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Will your tricks get exhausted ever? &lt;/div&gt;
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In making my day&lt;/div&gt;
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Can I dance with the waves&lt;/div&gt;
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The world is after a ball. I wonder what is so probing about this ball. I was never an ardent football fan .. But 2010 is different. Burning the midnight oil to see how this ball creates the wave ! Indeed rattled by the energy it dissipates.. Tennis is also clinging round a ball.. But the wave is not so high rather it is short lived.. &lt;/div&gt;
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But jubulani rocks !! &lt;/div&gt;
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It signifies to rejoice and the ball has a magical spell that the spirit continues no matter the team of our choice win or loose. The most astounding of all is the rich tradition the event implies. The players exchanging jersey’s and accepting each others skill and encouraging the sport. The air has a new dimension this year. &lt;/div&gt;
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Is it the vuvuzela (the noise generating trumpet of South African football fans) or the waka waka that grabbed me to the stadium ? Am not sure about the answer but the wave is still high !&lt;/div&gt;
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To fly as high as my wild fantasies&lt;br /&gt;
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To think of ways to be charming&lt;/div&gt;
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To remain as my Jaggu’s delight&lt;/div&gt;
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To fight with him for no reason&lt;/div&gt;
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How I wish to wander through the woods of my dreams&lt;/div&gt;
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To envy the beauty of unattained goals&lt;/div&gt;
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To find the hidden pearls of opportunities&lt;/div&gt;
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But Hope give me wings, Love quenches my thirst and Faith console me ..&lt;/div&gt;
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Morning was busy to figure out plans to make the day memorable. Thanks to the new two students joined who made this possible (may be they are not drowned in the sea of makeover researchers). Birthdays are meant to express your love and all that you feel. It is evident through your deeds that how much pain you took to make the day. Gifts, cards, cakes all the stuffs are quiet transparent. If you have eyes to perceive even the attitude and sincerity are visible in it.. We bought a gift after so much arguments and it was worth it I guess. As the number of friends increases so will the ideas and it is difficult to make them intersect. Finally to add color some decorations and yes a cake too. Neatly adorned and all in pink with beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;
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He cut the cake and then being the senior most it was my turn to make neat pieces without crumbling and wee it was a success. But you know I felt something fishy as the knife passed the core. Was it sticky oh maybe the rich butter that was my thought .. To finish I took my piece and ohw the smell !! Soar butter ?? Gosh the rich butter cake was displaying all the dirty colors towards the deep layer. Rather a culture of moulds and fungus.. All green .. As I turned I could see the embarrassed faces not knowing what to do slowly to end up in roars of laughter .. How did it happen ? &lt;br /&gt;
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The poor birthday boy I wish he will be fine.. But indeed a day to cherish .. My ever first experience on an occasion like this.. &lt;br /&gt;
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Another mother’s day went by. Blogs, media, shops and so on has truly celebrated the day. Yet another deceitful lollipop to grab the customers.. There ends its seems ..&lt;/div&gt;
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Reading all the columns and watching all the shows dedicated to ‘moms’ I stepped out to see an old woman may be in her 70’s stooping and struggling to carry her precious bundle probably her only belonging. Its sizzling hot and I wonder how she manages to reach her destination or does she has any ? She sat down on the bench at the bus stand but never begged. She opened her bundle and can you guess what was in store !! Some old clothes, stale chapattis no its not finished .. A family photo with her two handsome, healthy boys .. How did they turn blind to this love?? Do they really know what they lost ... aah my questions will never end.. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is not one scene. At times I see mothers well locked within air-conditioned room . Yet they burn to see their kids just a room away. No time to spend for the poor old rugged piece. Knowingly or not they just walk past it. On every Sunday I see an ammachi draped in good sari, searching for a companion to share her words. If we happen to go near her she starts the same story the never ending one about her kids and the once blissful life. Not even once she grumbled at her grown up lads for denying her. When I go to altar she ask me to hold her. Recently I realized that she come with her daughter who has only time to exhibit the saree she bought last day and hence cannot wait till the end to take her mom .. Not to mention about oldage homes !&lt;br /&gt;
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Its my greatest prayer nowadays that I should never follow this path. In my case it’s the laziness that pulls me back .. I am aware of it and fighting it back too .. How good it will be for everyone to&amp;nbsp;dig out&amp;nbsp;the reason why they lag behind.. &lt;br /&gt;
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No matter how many days we celebrate and how rich our parties are all they look forth is a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean and an ear to whisper the most silliest of all things..&lt;/div&gt;
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This is too appalling. Nowadays anguish and nothing else can lit the candle and fill the ink.. Today is an exception. Lets rock !!&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked down the lane which leads to the most charming era&lt;br /&gt;
A magical road that could roll the time backwards &lt;br /&gt;
I stopped in between to trace all the evergreen spots &lt;br /&gt;
To relive all cherished moments …..&lt;br /&gt;
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She was a charming girl smart and bold, &lt;/div&gt;
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quite different in attire and attitude.&lt;/div&gt;
Always been the odd one out. But never was in short of friends ..&lt;br /&gt;
Teacher’s pet and warden’s menace .. &lt;br /&gt;
She enjoyed every bit, nibbled till the last !&lt;br /&gt;
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Then he stepped out of the vacuum&lt;br /&gt;
Posed as her ever best friend !&lt;br /&gt;
Subtly he detached her &lt;br /&gt;
She never knew the twist until he showed the hidden color …&lt;br /&gt;
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Shadows everywhere, Colours drifted away&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh ! her friends her precious stones&lt;/div&gt;
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Never let her down .. &lt;/div&gt;
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Years went by and as she walks down the lane&lt;/div&gt;
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The whole lot was made clear&lt;/div&gt;
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How she was deceived and the hidden twirls&lt;/div&gt;
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Will she forgive him or rather should she ??&lt;/div&gt;
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Friendship is all that lasts and you can hold it on till you desire. &lt;br /&gt;
It can rejuvenate your lost self .. Treasure it !!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/2247276872333357592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/2247276872333357592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/2247276872333357592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs.html' title='Memoirs'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTQnVsZhY-OaYJJx_eU8rsEt80SNEjkF1C2lAjwldw8zAfRu29gV3hVBDcuKBD4ie4nSXT_kU2a99n38CiV5vj5F74slBqGI6p4MHTklRhllfirS0NBiYzLrbw-QEnuxNDZ16XXS-Vq66/s72-c/14717-39.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-5711952101527190070</id><published>2010-02-21T20:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:15:18.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>It took almost a month for me to do this Sorry Nipun !! &lt;br /&gt;
1) What is your current obsession?&lt;br /&gt;
Designing &lt;br /&gt;
2) What are you wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;
Short top with caprice&lt;br /&gt;
3) What’s for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;
Rice, fish &amp;amp; vegetables&lt;br /&gt;
4) What’s the last thing you bought? &lt;br /&gt;
Sari for mom (B’day gift)&lt;br /&gt;
5) What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;
Cricket commentary (India vs. South Africa)&lt;br /&gt;
6) What do you think about the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;
Ohw the ever best follower of my blog. A good friend though we never met &lt;br /&gt;
7) If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the &lt;br /&gt;
world, where would you like it to be?&lt;br /&gt;
My native place&lt;br /&gt;
8) What are your must-have pieces for summer?&lt;br /&gt;
Shorts &lt;br /&gt;
9) If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;
Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;
10) Which language do you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;
French&lt;br /&gt;
11) What’s your favourite quote?&lt;br /&gt;
Where there is a will there is a way !&lt;br /&gt;
12) Who do you want to meet right now?&lt;br /&gt;
My sister&lt;br /&gt;
13) What is your favorite timepass?&lt;br /&gt;
Reading &amp;amp; Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;
14) Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.&lt;br /&gt;
Ohw how can share it !!&lt;br /&gt;
15) What is your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;
Designer&lt;br /&gt;
16) What’s your favorite magazine?&lt;br /&gt;
Scientific American&lt;br /&gt;
17) If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?&lt;br /&gt;
Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;
19) Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?&lt;br /&gt;
Big B&lt;br /&gt;
20) What kind of haircut do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;
Layer&lt;br /&gt;
21) What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;
To prepare for poster presentation &lt;br /&gt;
22) What are your favourite movies?&lt;br /&gt;
Manichitrathazhu, Mamma Mia&lt;br /&gt;
23) What inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;
Desires&lt;br /&gt;
24) What do your friends call you most commonly?&lt;br /&gt;
sus, susamani&lt;br /&gt;
25) Would you prefer coffee or tea?&lt;br /&gt;
coffee&lt;br /&gt;
26) What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?&lt;br /&gt;
Writes n then cries ..&lt;br /&gt;
27) What makes you go wild?&lt;br /&gt;
When my husband makes the home untidy as soon as I finish my cleaning &lt;br /&gt;
28) Which other blogs do you love visiting?&lt;br /&gt;
All in the list !&lt;br /&gt;
29) Favorite Dessert/Sweet?&lt;br /&gt;
Anything with chocolate, chocolate n chocolate&lt;br /&gt;
30) How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?&lt;br /&gt;
2&lt;br /&gt;
31) Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;
Spring&lt;br /&gt;
32) If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?&lt;br /&gt;
Anything with chicken …&lt;br /&gt;
33) What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;
To act as though you are deaf&lt;br /&gt;
34) What are you afraid of the most?&lt;br /&gt;
Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;
35) When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;
Last days Shahnaz facial worked &lt;br /&gt;
36) What brings a smile on your face instantly?&lt;br /&gt;
Another smile obviously !!&lt;br /&gt;
37) A word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;
“Enikkishtalla ningale” to my hubby (I don’t like u, wink)&lt;br /&gt;
38) A prayer always made ?&lt;br /&gt;
Help me to be honest &amp;amp; humble&lt;br /&gt;
39) What is that one thing that keeps you going.&lt;br /&gt;
My faith and my desires&lt;br /&gt;
40) Who was your first love?&lt;br /&gt;
The boy next street !&lt;br /&gt;
Rules for those who are tagged:&lt;br /&gt;
Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those I tag - &lt;br /&gt;
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Anupama&lt;br /&gt;
Divya&lt;br /&gt;
Readersdais&lt;br /&gt;
Jayaraj&lt;br /&gt;
Jon&lt;br /&gt;
Chandrika Shubham&lt;br /&gt;
Piper&lt;br /&gt;
Samvedna&lt;br /&gt;
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The funniest part is the unknown reason. That’s how it’s getting complex.&lt;br /&gt;
How can I find a solution for an unknown cause ?&lt;br /&gt;
I am not too stressed at office nor at home these days. But still I crave for the nameless.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not dissatisfied about the way I live&lt;br /&gt;
Though I make silly complaints it never lasts more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless the ease of existence is trailing&lt;br /&gt;
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When I wish to dispense my feelings stream is lacking&lt;br /&gt;
Words are hiding and so is my mind&lt;br /&gt;
As I rush home with a bunch of roses&lt;br /&gt;
Rich with fragrance from the core&lt;br /&gt;
It is never apparent&lt;br /&gt;
When I yearn to be caressed, to be cuddled&lt;br /&gt;
Distance overrules&lt;br /&gt;
How I wish for lazy hours with chatter and laughter&lt;br /&gt;
To roll back to innocent years&lt;br /&gt;
Where happiness is all that exist&lt;br /&gt;
Except for the fear of getting kicked out from the class&lt;br /&gt;
Yet life is unpredictable !&lt;br /&gt;
At the least expected hour&lt;br /&gt;
I am swept off by the unconditional love and warmth&lt;br /&gt;
Drenched in the magic of joy and peace&lt;br /&gt;
How can I hold this season tight ?&lt;br /&gt;
Locks or nails are worth to be sought&lt;br /&gt;
HE who sees everything understands my hidden desires&lt;br /&gt;
Fulfill all my dreams if all I am patient&lt;br /&gt;
To reveal the gist of continuation ….</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/2798097412055257728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/02/unknown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/2798097412055257728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/2798097412055257728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/02/unknown.html' title='In search of'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-3465503779489207556</id><published>2010-02-13T20:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:36:16.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mentor</title><content type='html'>Amid her fathers care and affection&lt;br /&gt;
She was daring, smart and prudent&lt;br /&gt;
Always equipped to face challenges&lt;br /&gt;
To step forward with unfailing morals&lt;br /&gt;
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A stride through the paddy fields every evening&lt;br /&gt;
Clinging to her father &lt;br /&gt;
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To make her beautiful eyes fill with tear and then to sparkle&lt;br /&gt;
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He rushes home after the hectic work&lt;br /&gt;
To be greeted by shuttle queen&lt;br /&gt;
As if evenings are made for her to hit the cork&lt;br /&gt;
With him always picking the never hit cork&lt;br /&gt;
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Then it was books the new world&lt;br /&gt;
All vivid writing styles and authors&lt;br /&gt;
But it turns blue when he asks for&lt;br /&gt;
The list of new words noted &lt;br /&gt;
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Years passed by but the distance never grew&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUw4ByoB0G6BbM_FVKoy4IMol6u1k1jkjT_otbEm1tdl6uF20z3FjrAsDDKa87ErW-fU8hbUOTkOha236Lhv_rcV6o_jaS0q8tl8_oLewLA3hE88gMwUop_C5hADp6hiysNy_3GVbW_K6/s1600-h/573950~Mother-and-Daughter-Holding-Hands-Posters.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ct=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUw4ByoB0G6BbM_FVKoy4IMol6u1k1jkjT_otbEm1tdl6uF20z3FjrAsDDKa87ErW-fU8hbUOTkOha236Lhv_rcV6o_jaS0q8tl8_oLewLA3hE88gMwUop_C5hADp6hiysNy_3GVbW_K6/s200/573950~Mother-and-Daughter-Holding-Hands-Posters.jpg&quot; width=&quot;152&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was always there no matter how wrong you are&lt;br /&gt;
Striving to convince the crazy teenager &lt;br /&gt;
About the values of life&lt;br /&gt;
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The argument still continues &lt;br /&gt;
Though she miss the warmth &lt;br /&gt;
The riches never haunt her &lt;br /&gt;
For he succeeded in building the foundation strong&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s my greatest gift &lt;br /&gt;
My father, My mentor !&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy birthday !!&lt;br /&gt;
And I pray that God will fill him with more joy, peace and wisdom !!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/3465503779489207556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/02/mentor.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/3465503779489207556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/3465503779489207556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/02/mentor.html' title='Mentor'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0HuO7TuMDhMHrB11pfv2eVkF8AxWz_y6keca3CZhMNOlxiP_tJ629Zz61n8U3IExGzEPwxoEg__cXpVSMRaipLxKhoEiB44T8en5d83XB89OMSyUB_zBHZoH_997n5jxM-GJ9IDQn8U3/s72-c/Father-&amp;-Daughter,-and-a-Walk-in-the-Woods.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-1068127561310030704</id><published>2010-02-01T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:44:36.188+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love through  my eyes</title><content type='html'>Love is all I can hear loud. I wonder why is it always so captive. Through this post am presenting some of my rambling thoughts together with what I heard from others.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am confused. Is love an emotion ? If so why is it so superior to other emotions ? In almost all the blogs I have been following several issues or social chaos are beautifully expressed. But I could sense that love is the ultimate thing lacking behind it all. I believe everything is connected to this thread, woven together. A sever will destroy the whole status. The answer is new and deep every time when I ask others, Is love an emotion ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qpR7_mNm9_wLOzhSHNcMAckWrusprnrDpNuxeNoaOyLtJI4uQGh9e7faNNEL1geKMa5REUb2NnaD_msTZ2zc6FgJHk_qSqhxfy6E_5GsMZPJotUE_e3UsG2Yl9ObQulpeabFhFI8_ehV/s1600-h/untitled.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; kt=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qpR7_mNm9_wLOzhSHNcMAckWrusprnrDpNuxeNoaOyLtJI4uQGh9e7faNNEL1geKMa5REUb2NnaD_msTZ2zc6FgJHk_qSqhxfy6E_5GsMZPJotUE_e3UsG2Yl9ObQulpeabFhFI8_ehV/s320/untitled.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For one, it’s the source or provider of hope to live or exist, day after day and year after year. An additional perspective is that, love is the essential requirement to have a healthy and peaceful mind without which no one can live. Love is even expressed as a feeling so tender yet mightiest of all. The scripture says even if you possess all the riches if there is no love then you are void. Indeed that contain the core of all that we are seeking but it’s too profound to munch through. I have seen youth desperately struggling to win their love. For them it’s a state of mind. But it is never such with mother and child. There, love is a strong bondage. The discussion will never end for this is a vast topic ever comprehended by human wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reasons for love being superior –&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is the only emotion where we have a divine perception. It is so much a gift from above. There is distinct difference in the way we love. We often do it for the sake of our own existence or it is self centered. But if you can love unconditionally … that’s a true grace. I find it hard to practice with everyone. With counted beings, it is possible to an extend but not with everyone. This is a major deficit in the present society where we have unhappy families outnumbering day by day (deliberately not accessing the danger zone of crimes and persecution). Definitely love is God’s priceless gift and we should never limit it with our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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The character an individual possess is in proximity with their inherent love. I presume that love has manifold attributes, we come across each day. Honesty, obedience, self control, meekness, responsibility, emotional stability, compassion and what more !&lt;br /&gt;
It even change the way we perceive mother nature ..I am tossing this thought for you to mull over how tangled love is …&lt;br /&gt;
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Mother opens her favorite box of ice cream only to give the full measure to her child&lt;br /&gt;
He saves each penny to buy the most cherished gift for her&lt;br /&gt;
She deliberately acts daring to strengthen her soul mate at times of turmoil&lt;br /&gt;
Together they share the joy and pain in caressing the oldies once their world&lt;br /&gt;
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The wheel rolls and rolls with ever changing roads but the ray of love&lt;br /&gt;
continue to guide …&lt;br /&gt;
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Guyz, put in your valuable comments about love being the utmost emotion !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/1068127561310030704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/02/common-bug.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/1068127561310030704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/1068127561310030704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/02/common-bug.html' title='Love through  my eyes'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qpR7_mNm9_wLOzhSHNcMAckWrusprnrDpNuxeNoaOyLtJI4uQGh9e7faNNEL1geKMa5REUb2NnaD_msTZ2zc6FgJHk_qSqhxfy6E_5GsMZPJotUE_e3UsG2Yl9ObQulpeabFhFI8_ehV/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154022814012412377.post-6433662780514810770</id><published>2010-01-25T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:23:22.887+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>This was a long break. But it’s now high time to come out of the shell. The vanishing act was based on my own disposition as a writer - either be candid or stay silent.

A new beginning new step
Hoping for the best
Holding back the sigh to hear the call
The urge to reach the stars aspired

How long a walk it is
But I will not go weary
For the wings of hope carry me
Deceiving the pits of despondency

Nothing can tow down my spirits
Nor can any judge me ever
For I am no where to be seen
Swallowed by the tongues of promise !
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I have been tagged. I dint even know what it was !! Thank you Nipun for the sweet New Year surprise. God Bless ! Will do it soon !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/feeds/6433662780514810770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/6433662780514810770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154022814012412377/posts/default/6433662780514810770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taraebby.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07364892171253187389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRMbamisRk857__B7s3EA3JAvCnkbc0_8scBljoVj-jJ-6ClgXa7PrHBtMJk2V-nVrktt-pGaAGQfJ1ZMpaR7efU0nr0O_l5O-n7tFB5KNVjUog6KSlly5YcM5ryu1TQ/s113/100_2312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>