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Ready</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.wikio.com/subscribe?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2FaMomentPlease" src="http://www.wikio.com/shared/img/add2wikio.gif">Subscribe with Wikio</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.dailyrotation.com/index.php?feed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2FaMomentPlease" src="http://www.dailyrotation.com/rss-dr2.gif">Subscribe with Daily Rotation</feedburner:feedFlare><item><title>An Year</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/HfZq8KabaUI/an-year.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 09:54:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-8734829156224995289</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been an year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A long time, yet a short one. Fast and furious on days, and slow on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It takes an year for the earth to go round the sun. Yet there are things which cannot be achieved in a year. And things which get done in less than a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A bit of more experience. A bit of diverse experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Some sleepless nights. Some sleepy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Some new friends. A precious friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;An old city in a new way. A new city in itself, which I had never seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All of this in the last one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And many thanks to God Almighty for pulling me through the last one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/HfZq8KabaUI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-23T22:24:03.530+05:30</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/an-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Scars</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/rmgkufYLCv8/scars.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 11:31:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-2254850805552435656</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KlSo2OdDMME/UZu4U5OvyuI/AAAAAAAAFNo/-ms3lazYTZA/s1600/Scars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KlSo2OdDMME/UZu4U5OvyuI/AAAAAAAAFNo/-ms3lazYTZA/s320/Scars.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's easy to make an indelible impression. But it is easier to leave a scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Impressions are easy to wipe out. And scars have a habit of staying back - forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What would you choose - leaving behind a beautiful impression or a scary scar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/rmgkufYLCv8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-22T00:01:00.800+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KlSo2OdDMME/UZu4U5OvyuI/AAAAAAAAFNo/-ms3lazYTZA/s72-c/Scars.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/scars.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Asmita</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/2MdZgXXNODk/asmita.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 09:38:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-3803906813219404188</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPGYeszDrRI/UZui3O4R0BI/AAAAAAAAFNY/u2yXZTvJuAw/s1600/Asmita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPGYeszDrRI/UZui3O4R0BI/AAAAAAAAFNY/u2yXZTvJuAw/s1600/Asmita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Asmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Asmita means Pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You are my Pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/2MdZgXXNODk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-21T22:08:55.688+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPGYeszDrRI/UZui3O4R0BI/AAAAAAAAFNY/u2yXZTvJuAw/s72-c/Asmita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/asmita.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Pal</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/33G2foZ4I4c/my-pal.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:18:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-7785580649828805200</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Who is the dame,&lt;br /&gt;An eternal flame.&lt;br /&gt;Completing my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;The lady sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling in the Twilight,&lt;br /&gt;A friend to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;Forever is she Bright&lt;br /&gt;My girl, Always Fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Radiant is my star,&lt;br /&gt;Scintillating gal.&lt;br /&gt;My Best friend by far,&lt;br /&gt;She is My Pal.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRNnmerCbPM/UZUiBLQvorI/AAAAAAAAFNI/SurvGi-pf_4/s1600/Fresh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRNnmerCbPM/UZUiBLQvorI/AAAAAAAAFNI/SurvGi-pf_4/s320/Fresh.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My Pal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/33G2foZ4I4c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-16T23:48:06.393+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRNnmerCbPM/UZUiBLQvorI/AAAAAAAAFNI/SurvGi-pf_4/s72-c/Fresh.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/my-pal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Is That Me?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/qaD4d4qC7wI/is-that-me.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 09:32:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-7337120394932787262</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5x9VVMinim4/UY_Dvv2d2eI/AAAAAAAAFM4/673CfCgcjN4/s1600/What+Do+I+Do.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5x9VVMinim4/UY_Dvv2d2eI/AAAAAAAAFM4/673CfCgcjN4/s320/What+Do+I+Do.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is That Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is that me or you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/qaD4d4qC7wI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-12T22:02:21.028+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5x9VVMinim4/UY_Dvv2d2eI/AAAAAAAAFM4/673CfCgcjN4/s72-c/What+Do+I+Do.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/is-that-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Three Is A Crowd</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/dEKuvL-Z05Y/three-is-crowd.html</link><category>Relationships</category><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 10:21:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-4672531689068700341</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A timeless saying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddy44ZBsA80/UYvZmatCRzI/AAAAAAAAFLk/044GQNr-9eA/s1600/Three+Is+A+Crowd.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddy44ZBsA80/UYvZmatCRzI/AAAAAAAAFLk/044GQNr-9eA/s320/Three+Is+A+Crowd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Three's A Crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Two is company, Three's a crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. How many times have you felt the presence of an unwanted intruder, when you are with your favored companion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And how do you feel then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/dEKuvL-Z05Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-09T22:51:01.345+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddy44ZBsA80/UYvZmatCRzI/AAAAAAAAFLk/044GQNr-9eA/s72-c/Three+Is+A+Crowd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/three-is-crowd.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Swirl</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/60p9qe2RG88/swirl.html</link><category>Pictures</category><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 09:37:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-1399734098056551744</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7f--XFT6Qsg/UYp-gwEuiDI/AAAAAAAAFLI/T8LDCUSr7oo/s1600/Swirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7f--XFT6Qsg/UYp-gwEuiDI/AAAAAAAAFLI/T8LDCUSr7oo/s320/Swirl.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Swirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just Swirl. And lose in yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/60p9qe2RG88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-08T22:11:41.900+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7f--XFT6Qsg/UYp-gwEuiDI/AAAAAAAAFLI/T8LDCUSr7oo/s72-c/Swirl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/swirl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Roll Of The Dice</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/_1RIono_bEg/roll-of-dice.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 07:25:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-7840891681279439864</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I plucked out my heart, &lt;br /&gt;And laid it to rest. &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't give it all, &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't give it the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart lies still, &lt;br /&gt;Without a solemn beat. &lt;br /&gt;Climbing many a hills, &lt;br /&gt;It fell down the cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little numb, &lt;br /&gt;And a bit dumb. &lt;br /&gt;It was split apart, &lt;br /&gt;By daggers and darts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking love, aspiring warmth, &lt;br /&gt;All it got was wrath. &lt;br /&gt;Dashed were its needs, &lt;br /&gt;All it could do was bleed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed down the eyes, &lt;br /&gt;It shivered in fright. &lt;br /&gt;The heart lost its fight,&lt;br /&gt;By the Roll of the Dice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaFRGUabuZs/UYfZWiljY9I/AAAAAAAAFK0/eAO1VTeIwAE/s1600/Roll+Of+The+Dice.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaFRGUabuZs/UYfZWiljY9I/AAAAAAAAFK0/eAO1VTeIwAE/s320/Roll+Of+The+Dice.JPG" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Roll Of The Dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/_1RIono_bEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-07T19:55:00.122+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaFRGUabuZs/UYfZWiljY9I/AAAAAAAAFK0/eAO1VTeIwAE/s72-c/Roll+Of+The+Dice.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/roll-of-dice.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Abortion - The Bridge To Life</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/2KBte8OeMN0/abortion-bridge-to-life.html</link><category>Ideas</category><category>Views and Thoughts</category><category>News</category><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 07:52:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-3392171124387956344</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Religion,
 Politics and Life often make a heady mix. And if you have to choose 
between the three of them, what would be your answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My answer is Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS61-IE3tHw/UYfCUu2DEiI/AAAAAAAAFKc/698Nqmj7CfU/s1600/Life.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS61-IE3tHw/UYfCUu2DEiI/AAAAAAAAFKc/698Nqmj7CfU/s1600/Life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And I strongly feel your answer would not be any different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But
 the big bad world of ours sometimes does not see eye to eye with us on 
such important and grave matters. Misplaced priorities, sometimes give 
an upper hand to Religion and Politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This blog post is fueled by this news article in the Times of India &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/World/UK/Church-ups-the-ante-on-Irelands-abortion-bill/articleshow/19906096.cms" target="_blank"&gt;today&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A snippet from the article is below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Church ups the ante on Ireland's abortion bill&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A
 strong collision seems inevitable between the government and the Church
 of Ireland with the Catholic Church on Saturday threatening to 
excommunicate members who vote for the abortion legislation in its 
current format.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;An
 anti-abortion vigil saw Cardinal Sean Brady urging 5,500 people at the 
rally to lobby their politicians over a draft abortion bill.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Disturbing, Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The sequence of events were as below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Savita Halappanavar, an Indian national, passed away in Ireland last year because of complexities arising out of her pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was denied an abortion since it was illegal in Ireland. Women in Ireland have to travel to England for this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her
 death caused mass furore across India. An innocent life could not be 
saved because a medical procedure could not be carried out citing local 
laws. The fact these local laws were influenced by religion were a 
matter of worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Irish government took a learning from this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/ireland/10029409/Irish-cabinet-agrees-terms-of-new-abortion-bill.html" target="_blank"&gt;this news article&lt;/a&gt;,
 the Irish cabinet agreed for new terms under the abortion bill. Under 
the new legislation, abortion would be allowed if the pregnant lady's 
life is at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new decision looks like below ( quoted verbatim )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Under
 the terms of the bill three consultants would be asked to review a case
 and all must agree for a termination to proceed, Irish media reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If
 a termination is not approved a woman would be able to appeal to 
another panel of three doctors but they must also be unanimous for it to
 go ahead. &lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this decision has not gone down well with the Church. The Church has made the following comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Catholic
 bishops have branded changes to Ireland's strict abortion regime as 
morally unacceptable saying "if approved it would make the direct and 
intentional killing of unborn children lawful in Ireland."&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a definitely a step back if the new law is not passed citing religious views and opinions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In
 this particular case, the life of an unborn individual is put before a 
living individual. And this irrational view ( at least that is what I 
feel ) makes the process of being a mother a risky proposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I
 will sincerely hope that the law makers adopt a judicious view of the 
situation, and take a decision which is not influenced by religion, and 
would benefit the women in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And save a life when a unforseen situation comes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. It would also be worthwhile to read the below case study from Freakonomics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It
 highlights how the legalization of abortion in the USA in the late 
1960s resulted in reduced crime rate in the late 1980s. Read the study &lt;a href="http://www.freakonomics.com/2005/05/15/abortion-and-crime-who-should-you-believe/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.2.
 In a similar view, the Church has never advocated the usage of the 
contraceptive pill, or the usage of contraception. You can read more 
about it in my blogs listed below. However, the benefits of these 
contraception are well proven and have stood the test of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2010/05/ideas-and-inventions-revolutionize-life.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ideas and Inventions Revolutionize Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiv-aids-church-and-contraception.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;HIV AIDS and Contraception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2010/11/church-and-contraception.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Church and Contraception&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hope Life wins, over Religion and Politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All views are strictly personal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/2KBte8OeMN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-06T20:30:19.617+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS61-IE3tHw/UYfCUu2DEiI/AAAAAAAAFKc/698Nqmj7CfU/s72-c/Life.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/abortion-bridge-to-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Familiar Stranger</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/bNvDiK242q4/a-familiar-stranger.html</link><category>Moments</category><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 04:56:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-572313434304701461</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It was a moment with a pregnant pause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes met mine. My eyes met her. We had seen each other a hundred times or so. Yet we feigned ignorance like first time strangers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It did surprise me that we didn't talk to each other when it was time to cross the bridge. But it was exactly what we do everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We were known strangers. We continued to treat each other like a Familiar Stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j18FoAzUQUI/UKD2Owd6o_I/AAAAAAAAD1o/z9cduEtrmHk/s1600/A+Seen+Stranger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j18FoAzUQUI/UKD2Owd6o_I/AAAAAAAAD1o/z9cduEtrmHk/s320/A+Seen+Stranger.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A Familiar Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. Do you know one such familiar stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.2. Also read &lt;a href="http://vyanks.blogspot.in/2010/06/cellar-heights.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cellar Heights&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/bNvDiK242q4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-05T17:27:12.648+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j18FoAzUQUI/UKD2Owd6o_I/AAAAAAAAD1o/z9cduEtrmHk/s72-c/A+Seen+Stranger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-familiar-stranger.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Pebble</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/9em0kq_SFXA/a-pebble.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 06:44:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-5285657857185276557</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wish to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;Only to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I,&lt;br /&gt;What do I need?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I,&lt;br /&gt;What do I seek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Dark.&lt;br /&gt;Without much hope,&lt;br /&gt;Stark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I,&lt;br /&gt;What is my dream?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I scream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are moist,&lt;br /&gt;With dew.&lt;br /&gt;Brightness is far,&lt;br /&gt;And few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, &lt;br /&gt;So Dull?&lt;br /&gt;In the world of gems,&lt;br /&gt;A Pebble.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx_uJh1oqqE/UYC5pPIUZoI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/y4CNhHTl5dE/s1600/A+Pebble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx_uJh1oqqE/UYC5pPIUZoI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/y4CNhHTl5dE/s320/A+Pebble.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A Pebble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. This is an old one from the stable. And I don't recollect when I wrote this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/9em0kq_SFXA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-04T19:14:00.337+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx_uJh1oqqE/UYC5pPIUZoI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/y4CNhHTl5dE/s72-c/A+Pebble.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-pebble.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Summer Dreams</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/hot6ABt21qY/summer-dreams.html</link><category>Ideas</category><category>Work and Business</category><category>Views and Thoughts</category><category>Personal</category><category>Lifestyle</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 06:30:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-654647435650348877</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Things you can do this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFQcthi_27c/UYC1BushneI/AAAAAAAAFJo/qGSYetvyb3c/s1600/Idle+Around.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lph62Mz32Pg/UYC1ASIsJDI/AAAAAAAAFJY/9C6Wh9GXpss/s1600/Read.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lph62Mz32Pg/UYC1ASIsJDI/AAAAAAAAFJY/9C6Wh9GXpss/s320/Read.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Relax and read a book or a magazine you always wanted to read, without any deadline. Lose yourself in the world of fiction and fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFQcthi_27c/UYC1BushneI/AAAAAAAAFJo/qGSYetvyb3c/s1600/Idle+Around.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFQcthi_27c/UYC1BushneI/AAAAAAAAFJo/qGSYetvyb3c/s320/Idle+Around.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Idle Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sit Idly. Sit Back. It makes sense &lt;u&gt;not to be busy&lt;/u&gt; sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wTcA0pkCSw/UYC1AmtTVzI/AAAAAAAAFJg/eI4ly4RoaRw/s1600/Soak+in+the+Sea+and+Sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wTcA0pkCSw/UYC1AmtTVzI/AAAAAAAAFJg/eI4ly4RoaRw/s320/Soak+in+the+Sea+and+Sand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Soak in the Sea and Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Soak in the sun, sand and the sea. The fresh&amp;nbsp; sunrise and the enigmatic sunsets. Think about the ships that sail on the horizon. And re invent your dreams, which stretch beyond infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Summer Times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/hot6ABt21qY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-03T19:00:00.651+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lph62Mz32Pg/UYC1ASIsJDI/AAAAAAAAFJY/9C6Wh9GXpss/s72-c/Read.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/summer-dreams.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Come Soon</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/aDhKWpJ7Mx8/come-soon.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 07:05:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-217254174914475910</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Separated by miles, &lt;br /&gt;Missing your divine smiles. &lt;br /&gt;Why are thou far, &lt;br /&gt;Leaving my dreams ajar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost am I everyday, &lt;br /&gt;Without you by my bay. &lt;br /&gt;My heart often feels a twitch&lt;br /&gt;Without you something is amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come soon my girl, &lt;br /&gt;Come soon come fast. &lt;br /&gt;Lets open our wings, &lt;br /&gt;Sail the world in high mast.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aok_8Uo6_I/UYC-nHJJI5I/AAAAAAAAFKM/QdlGZSQugIc/s1600/Sailing+in+High+Mast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aok_8Uo6_I/UYC-nHJJI5I/AAAAAAAAFKM/QdlGZSQugIc/s320/Sailing+in+High+Mast.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/aDhKWpJ7Mx8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-02T19:35:00.803+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aok_8Uo6_I/UYC-nHJJI5I/AAAAAAAAFKM/QdlGZSQugIc/s72-c/Sailing+in+High+Mast.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/come-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Smile For Me</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/rlwidWcz_ZU/a-smile-for-me.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:19:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-6944526028789865833</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Alike a morning sun, &lt;br /&gt;She beamed&amp;nbsp; a smile. &lt;br /&gt;Crowning her enamoring eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Divine in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnetic with her charm,&lt;br /&gt;The lady on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;Lost I was in this vast sea, &lt;br /&gt;Anchoring me was her Smile for Me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CoU4pqecUo/UYCzvRO_FfI/AAAAAAAAFJM/Hgxk-tHzr1A/s1600/A+Smile+For+Me.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CoU4pqecUo/UYCzvRO_FfI/AAAAAAAAFJM/Hgxk-tHzr1A/s320/A+Smile+For+Me.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A Smile For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/rlwidWcz_ZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-05-01T11:49:43.302+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CoU4pqecUo/UYCzvRO_FfI/AAAAAAAAFJM/Hgxk-tHzr1A/s72-c/A+Smile+For+Me.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-smile-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Doors</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/enfUrQoLlTc/doors.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 10:56:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-7283259182587910873</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hho_BPPomx0/UXV4YcS8a1I/AAAAAAAAFI8/-XgTZOpE8Z0/s1600/Doors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hho_BPPomx0/UXV4YcS8a1I/AAAAAAAAFI8/-XgTZOpE8Z0/s320/Doors.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Doors are many. And so are the opportunities they represent. Some may open themselves, while others might need a push. You may try to push open a closed door, or refuse to enter an open door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes it is a matter of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mostly, it is a matter of Fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/enfUrQoLlTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-04-22T23:26:29.043+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hho_BPPomx0/UXV4YcS8a1I/AAAAAAAAFI8/-XgTZOpE8Z0/s72-c/Doors.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/04/doors.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Scolding</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/Xh7UR_DAwjc/scolding.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 09:25:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-6700339231281109294</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone gets a Scolding, once in a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4N9gdxyGWw8/UXQSXleON2I/AAAAAAAAFIk/AgOMkBbDZFY/s1600/Scolding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4N9gdxyGWw8/UXQSXleON2I/AAAAAAAAFIk/AgOMkBbDZFY/s320/Scolding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Scolding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And it is momentary, with the best intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After that, we are just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTz243oUtlA/UXQSZdaC0pI/AAAAAAAAFIs/SuBLhoTirkA/s1600/Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTz243oUtlA/UXQSZdaC0pI/AAAAAAAAFIs/SuBLhoTirkA/s320/Friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/Xh7UR_DAwjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-04-21T21:55:28.934+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4N9gdxyGWw8/UXQSXleON2I/AAAAAAAAFIk/AgOMkBbDZFY/s72-c/Scolding.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/04/scolding.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Starfire Girl</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/A7-VlA8_B0c/starfire-girl.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 08:10:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-750169234454596973</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cherubic smile,&lt;br /&gt;A glint in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A dream of a girl,&lt;br /&gt;An angel in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty is the dame,&lt;br /&gt;Bright star, shining flame.&lt;br /&gt;A lady par excellence,&lt;br /&gt;For my life, an essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this miss,&lt;br /&gt;Simple and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Life with her is bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Everything nice, nothing amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and charming,&lt;br /&gt;Her company is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Precious as a pearl,&lt;br /&gt;She is a StarFire Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPw5JVr8zKc/UWbSCouCsJI/AAAAAAAAFIU/mMbaHoea_rY/s1600/StarFire+Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPw5JVr8zKc/UWbSCouCsJI/AAAAAAAAFIU/mMbaHoea_rY/s320/StarFire+Girl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Starfire Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/A7-VlA8_B0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-04-11T20:40:10.910+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPw5JVr8zKc/UWbSCouCsJI/AAAAAAAAFIU/mMbaHoea_rY/s72-c/StarFire+Girl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/04/starfire-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>How Does It Feel?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/8OH1YDIKtGc/how-does-it-feel.html</link><category>Views and Thoughts</category><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 01:36:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-6578638942205556878</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How does it feel to be the object of someone's affection? And how does it feel to be desired? How does it feel to be loved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when someone looks up to you? How does it feel when you mean the world for someone? And how does it feel to be the only one for someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be admired? And how does it feel to be someone's day and night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How is it to be someone's shining star? And how is it to be someone's steady rock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How does it feel to bring a glint in someone's eyes - again and again? And how does it feel to crown someone's face with a bright smile - time and again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How does it feel to be the someone's sunrise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to have someone dote on you - day after day, year after year? How does it feel to be nurtured with with warmth? How does it feel when someone is fond of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were some probing questions I overheard someone asking recently. These questions did not have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then someone actually answered - "There is only one answer to this question. The answer is to Feel It."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPTY-JnqvZ0/UWZ0Zak06CI/AAAAAAAAFIE/FY8r9r4e-Sk/s1600/How+Does+It+Feel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="How Does It Feel" border="0" height="105" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPTY-JnqvZ0/UWZ0Zak06CI/AAAAAAAAFIE/FY8r9r4e-Sk/s320/How+Does+It+Feel.jpg" title="How Does It Feel" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How Does It Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Affection is a bed of roses. Beautiful and colorful. And it always glows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/8OH1YDIKtGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-04-11T14:06:39.118+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPTY-JnqvZ0/UWZ0Zak06CI/AAAAAAAAFIE/FY8r9r4e-Sk/s72-c/How+Does+It+Feel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/04/how-does-it-feel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Child</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/eCjiZRVM0II/my-child.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2013 11:14:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-3974044941780042179</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9v2feIXO9tE/UWG24bZUIMI/AAAAAAAAFHk/S5N5wmCK0c4/s1600/My+Child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9v2feIXO9tE/UWG24bZUIMI/AAAAAAAAFHk/S5N5wmCK0c4/s320/My+Child.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You may not be much younger than me. Still you are, and will be, My Child&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-623Y-QualNs/UWG25QH2aAI/AAAAAAAAFH0/o7C_EX4UXdo/s1600/With+You+Always.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-623Y-QualNs/UWG25QH2aAI/AAAAAAAAFH0/o7C_EX4UXdo/s320/With+You+Always.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpKV0Nu-v18/UWG25nEV96I/AAAAAAAAFH4/CSiLQeEu6FI/s1600/With+You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpKV0Nu-v18/UWG25nEV96I/AAAAAAAAFH4/CSiLQeEu6FI/s320/With+You.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;With You Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/eCjiZRVM0II" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-04-07T23:44:47.430+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9v2feIXO9tE/UWG24bZUIMI/AAAAAAAAFHk/S5N5wmCK0c4/s72-c/My+Child.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/04/my-child.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Buried</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/M6PDYgkCEMY/buried.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 11:20:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-3915043898917787317</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Came across this beautiful picture (credited to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92215721@N00/4274976289/" target="_blank"&gt;Crosti&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4iiK45VyRs/UVsdOmoKm6I/AAAAAAAAFHU/u-1LhZ-ncM0/s1600/Buried+Heart+Buried+Dreams.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4iiK45VyRs/UVsdOmoKm6I/AAAAAAAAFHU/u-1LhZ-ncM0/s320/Buried+Heart+Buried+Dreams.JPG" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Buried Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And a beautiful quote to go with it - "Even though I buried my heart, my love has blossomed,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And a few words from Yours Truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Will sleep bring peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As dreams cease to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Everything could have been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Buried is the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the cold dark soil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Dreams buried forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The heart is in turmoil.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. A warm sunny day, decked with a colorful rainbow of promise, ends, almost&amp;nbsp; always, with a dark night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Similarly, Colorful dreams have a Black and White finish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And in the dark nights are hidden away many secrets, never to be revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/M6PDYgkCEMY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-04-02T23:50:02.582+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4iiK45VyRs/UVsdOmoKm6I/AAAAAAAAFHU/u-1LhZ-ncM0/s72-c/Buried+Heart+Buried+Dreams.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/04/buried.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Admiration</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/6wgVL35dDyQ/admiration.html</link><category>Music</category><category>Celebrities</category><category>Moments</category><category>Views and Thoughts</category><category>Movies</category><category>Relationships</category><category>Personal</category><category>Entertainment</category><category>Lifestyle</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 09:31:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-8180764300572482389</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Admiration - The eyes say it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlEtNkdhrbg/UVXBVv9_BcI/AAAAAAAAFHE/k0YVfRyA6v8/s1600/Admiration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlEtNkdhrbg/UVXBVv9_BcI/AAAAAAAAFHE/k0YVfRyA6v8/s320/Admiration.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Admiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/6wgVL35dDyQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-04-02T23:50:28.173+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlEtNkdhrbg/UVXBVv9_BcI/AAAAAAAAFHE/k0YVfRyA6v8/s72-c/Admiration.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/03/admiration.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Eminence</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/DOaILNPwVy8/eminence.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 09:51:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-6552206234938133406</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ambitious is the dame,&lt;br /&gt;Poised and Calm, a flame.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic gal, with many aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;Only Persistent, in her ambitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational is the Rose,&lt;br /&gt;Vivacious girl, always glows.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing the world with her brilliance,&lt;br /&gt;Standing out is her Eminence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4q9qFhd9tQ/UVMiSnWt5xI/AAAAAAAAFG0/fpRAJBKMMOc/s1600/Eminence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4q9qFhd9tQ/UVMiSnWt5xI/AAAAAAAAFG0/fpRAJBKMMOc/s320/Eminence.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Her Eminence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. Your Eminence is as mystical as this poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/DOaILNPwVy8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-03-27T22:21:20.943+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4q9qFhd9tQ/UVMiSnWt5xI/AAAAAAAAFG0/fpRAJBKMMOc/s72-c/Eminence.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/03/eminence.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Congratulations</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/WToco_l0qNM/congratulations.html</link><category>Personal</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 11:18:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-8068174711626936966</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEsXIkzQX3k/UVHlT86TiOI/AAAAAAAAFGo/5o4ywigtDH4/s1600/Congratulations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEsXIkzQX3k/UVHlT86TiOI/AAAAAAAAFGo/5o4ywigtDH4/s1600/Congratulations.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Congrats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One small step, one giant leap. And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; by Gods grace&lt;/span&gt;, wish you take many more!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeh Dil Maange More!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/WToco_l0qNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-03-26T23:48:09.176+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEsXIkzQX3k/UVHlT86TiOI/AAAAAAAAFGo/5o4ywigtDH4/s72-c/Congratulations.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/03/congratulations.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Nature or Our Life?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/GfL89uFC-wg/nature-or-our-life.html</link><category>Pictures</category><category>Moments</category><category>Views and Thoughts</category><category>Personal</category><category>Lifestyle</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 04:00:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-1750926335127436875</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have not been good with words recently. So here are a few pictures of Mother Nature to liberate our thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Without saying anything, I would let you feel the magnanimity of these scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUq1u-xeKpU/UU36cWGjHRI/AAAAAAAAFFo/5oYKGh2KmIM/s1600/Beautiful+Bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beautiful Colorful Bird" border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUq1u-xeKpU/UU36cWGjHRI/AAAAAAAAFFo/5oYKGh2KmIM/s320/Beautiful+Bird.jpg" title="Beautiful Colorful Bird" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ain't you a Beautiful and Colorful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_ZJTb5h5T0/UU36cXcqOTI/AAAAAAAAFFs/PITcADN_QpU/s1600/Furious+Sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Furious Sky" border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_ZJTb5h5T0/UU36cXcqOTI/AAAAAAAAFFs/PITcADN_QpU/s320/Furious+Sky.jpg" title="Furious Sky" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Furious Sky or My Mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMuKwTGKvss/UU36coBksRI/AAAAAAAAFFw/Tbfqb5x-kCs/s1600/Fear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fear" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMuKwTGKvss/UU36coBksRI/AAAAAAAAFFw/Tbfqb5x-kCs/s320/Fear.jpg" title="Fear" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Did You see the Fear in my Eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQm9XjKUmo0/UU36duHRgvI/AAAAAAAAFGI/Q_kLaAHlsBY/s1600/River+or+Lake.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="River or Lake - Come what may, I will sail along" border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQm9XjKUmo0/UU36duHRgvI/AAAAAAAAFGI/Q_kLaAHlsBY/s320/River+or+Lake.jpg" title="River or Lake - Come what may, I will sail along" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;River or Lake - Come what may, I will sail along. Will you be with me? Always?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyEtlpHWuwo/UU36dZZUhBI/AAAAAAAAFGM/zuciNI72djE/s1600/Rain+Rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rain" border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyEtlpHWuwo/UU36dZZUhBI/AAAAAAAAFGM/zuciNI72djE/s320/Rain+Rain.jpg" title="Rain" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Afar it looks eerie, nearby it could be a Shower of Affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wbc6ZInxQ7w/UU36d-nr_2I/AAAAAAAAFGQ/NfssG2XUJv0/s1600/Sunrise.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="You are the Sunrise in my Life" border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wbc6ZInxQ7w/UU36d-nr_2I/AAAAAAAAFGQ/NfssG2XUJv0/s320/Sunrise.jpg" title="You are the Sunrise in my Life" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You are the Sunrise in my Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qep8VeToWfM/UU36dCQwLEI/AAAAAAAAFGA/srqDJKs_MdQ/s1600/Infinty.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="My Love for you extends till Infinity" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qep8VeToWfM/UU36dCQwLEI/AAAAAAAAFGA/srqDJKs_MdQ/s320/Infinty.jpg" title="My Love for you extends till Infinity" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My Love for you extends till Infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. My mind at work as you slept.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~4/GfL89uFC-wg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2013-03-24T19:20:12.419+05:30</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUq1u-xeKpU/UU36cWGjHRI/AAAAAAAAFFo/5oYKGh2KmIM/s72-c/Beautiful+Bird.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2013/03/nature-or-our-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Feet Of Clay</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/aMomentPlease/~3/ksJj6F4orWM/feet-of-clay.html</link><category>Personal</category><category>Poetry</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vyankatesh)</author><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 10:32:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279495856837030130.post-2049327167463274563</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fears to allay,&lt;br /&gt;Sadness to outplay.&lt;br /&gt;Anger to flay,&lt;br /&gt;Weakness' to slay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that stings,&lt;br /&gt;Is bought in by the Cravings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's my failings,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I a weakling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling down the sulky path,&lt;br /&gt;Indulging in maddening wrath.&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy me, stumbling astray,&lt;br /&gt;Weakened by my Feet of Clay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zG7SjM5GRYY/UU3mbt7GBhI/AAAAAAAAFFg/HCZy6EuK_qk/s1600/Feet+of+Clay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zG7SjM5GRYY/UU3mbt7GBhI/AAAAAAAAFFg/HCZy6EuK_qk/s320/Feet+of+Clay.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have Feet of Clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Feet of Clay, is an important weakness or flaw, in someone who appears strong or invincible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am neither invincible, not strong. But I do have feet of clay. And they crumble every single time when I wish to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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