<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076</id><updated>2024-08-30T04:11:00.008-07:00</updated><category term="Mumblings"/><category term="General"/><category term="thoughts"/><category term="just like that"/><category term="Rumblings"/><category term="smile"/><category term="sweet memories"/><category term="u n me"/><category term="Bengaluru"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Information"/><category term="adventure"/><category term="humour"/><category term="pets"/><category term="swalpa adjust madbedi"/><category term="Movies"/><category term="songs for the soul"/><category term="travel"/><category term="fiction"/><title type='text'>Wandering mind................</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-2414934363052579863</id><published>2014-11-27T01:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-11-27T01:23:35.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning blues</title><content type='html'>There&#39;s a school near my home. The other day I was walking nearby school. The morning assembly had just dispersed and the students were going back to their classes. The tiny tots from the kindergarten were waiting for their turn to get inside the class. And so their teacher was making them say the rhymes. And when I reached the school they were at the end of the song &#39;johnny johnny&#39;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open your mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they didn&#39;t stop at that and continued further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hihihihihihihihihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huhuhuhuhuhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the teacher shouted &#39;Ai&#39;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this they all laughed out loud and continued with their next song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That drove away the morning blues and brought a smile on my face :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it brought a smile on your face too!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/2414934363052579863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/11/morning-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/2414934363052579863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/2414934363052579863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/11/morning-blues.html' title='Morning blues'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-683343727164491578</id><published>2014-11-05T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-11-08T09:12:49.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>Whenever I see/hear an ambulance stuck in a traffic jam a kind of fear engulfs me. It makes me angry on people who are not letting the ambulance pass and I dread to think of the pain and trauma the patient and his family members are undergoing in that ambulance. Timely treatment can save so many people and I get sad thinking if that person will reach the hospital safely or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always Thank God and the good samartians who helped my parents reach the hospital on time when they were in an emergency situation. I dread to think what would have happened otherwise. And each time I see an ambulance I imagine our situation :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was with a friend of mine and we heard an ambulance buzz trying to get to the hospital but stuck in a jam. I mentioned the fear I was going through to my friend. She suggested a brilliant idea for me to get through that fear. All she said was to pray for the person in that ambulance. &#39;Dear God! Please bless this soul and let them heal and have a beautiful life&#39; by sending a positive prayer to the patient I was not only sending positivity to that person, I was also receiving positive thoughts which made me feel better. I am going to do this every time I see an ambulance. You should do it too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayers can work and make miracles happen :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/683343727164491578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/11/thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/683343727164491578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/683343727164491578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/11/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-5483207546890177391</id><published>2014-10-26T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-26T01:53:22.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathway of life</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know when I started asking these questions to myself. But for a while I had been asking to myself about life, my purpose for being here, what am I supposed to do, am I doing it right? Etc. young as I was I didn&#39;t know the answers for these questions and I was afraid of being ridiculed if I asked anyone else. All I read was stories then ranging from pure fiction to mythological stories. I enjoyed reading them but didn&#39;t get the depth of the truth lying in those stories.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years passed in almost same way until I met NH and I was introduced to various forms of education in life. Be it the landmark, the secret, Louis L Hay&#39;s affirmations , the power of subconscious mind. Some I came across through him and some through the large acquaintance of his social group. They opened a new world for me and all the stories I had read as a child started making some sense to me. I made friends with whom I could discuss the silliest of things and not be judged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that way secret has worked for me perfectly. Since I was looking for some answers I met a person who was spiritually inclined in the same way. If he was not inclined before he was still open to the idea of different viewpoint. And I think that has made a difference to my way of thinking too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven&#39;t found all the answers to the questions yet, I&#39;m still confused but I know that in the path that I&#39;m following I will find answers. That is the journey that I&#39;m on. And it makes perfect sense that it&#39;s about the journey and not the destination alone. I&#39;m happy :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/5483207546890177391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/10/pathway-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/5483207546890177391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/5483207546890177391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/10/pathway-of-life.html' title='Pathway of life'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-1722886887458864552</id><published>2014-10-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-23T10:40:48.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvg2SOKSBkxlqZwXqy4f2l3I_getIqDcQ8SksVaeykF5FFBPq4vBcVBQXMtgbokgioJamwmawRiPfmNxtrHe17PU7oCKbEoHx9z8flRZ9kBJqQZ20ozaMxH-KxQF0-x03QAbIvMHS37OF/s640/blogger-image-1566536702.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXahG4L_cgsaqjGsjnaWICCOy6w-X6ApJxnfhZbDovT100uDKdV6YyoHHDoTCFBDbJCgWcgPMP3US0IjfkPjsvV_fPpFgyEA9WSUTFvcn5BtttyVkOPcogPKxV3MeYKBk_ISZLf-eKLlma/s640/blogger-image--1922874720.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvg2SOKSBkxlqZwXqy4f2l3I_getIqDcQ8SksVaeykF5FFBPq4vBcVBQXMtgbokgioJamwmawRiPfmNxtrHe17PU7oCKbEoHx9z8flRZ9kBJqQZ20ozaMxH-KxQF0-x03QAbIvMHS37OF/s640/blogger-image-1566536702.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvg2SOKSBkxlqZwXqy4f2l3I_getIqDcQ8SksVaeykF5FFBPq4vBcVBQXMtgbokgioJamwmawRiPfmNxtrHe17PU7oCKbEoHx9z8flRZ9kBJqQZ20ozaMxH-KxQF0-x03QAbIvMHS37OF/s640/blogger-image-1566536702.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tiny light burning bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Brings me hope,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Brings me joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;As it envelopes the darkness around it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;And saying I&#39;m here to light up your life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Happy Deepavali!!&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2h5IzVEFkPimTHYyjPtN6h2hgo0eD2zZi15nUtUtLq6fpuK6wc7sZ-LzT4NQbWUsE6UqFEWuS_MdE3JVyUPr6Kc21hEZBZEc-Xk-Hzgf-jbxlhyDqGf5wCwGgeIaWaNMVANrjSEKzjnM/s640/blogger-image-1575424780.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2h5IzVEFkPimTHYyjPtN6h2hgo0eD2zZi15nUtUtLq6fpuK6wc7sZ-LzT4NQbWUsE6UqFEWuS_MdE3JVyUPr6Kc21hEZBZEc-Xk-Hzgf-jbxlhyDqGf5wCwGgeIaWaNMVANrjSEKzjnM/s640/blogger-image-1575424780.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;There is a very beautiful cat living in my neighbors home. Most of the time it&#39;s perched outside enjoying its freedom. &lt;br /&gt;
The self proclaimed owner (cats are not owned but they own us) of the cat calls out his name several times until finally the said cat decides to come home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I said to NH today. That is a very beautiful cat! I love to look at him and talk. I wish I could hold and cuddle him.&lt;br /&gt;
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NH said, Then we will steal the cat ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, That&#39;s a good idea! But what happens when the neighbor will call out his name. He will promptly go there :-(&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S - The cat doesn&#39;t respond when i talk to him. When I call his name, he is surprised and gives me a glance and then struts off. That cat, I tell you...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/3359911243858649680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/07/spontaneous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3359911243858649680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3359911243858649680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2014/07/spontaneous.html' title='Spontaneous'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-8419181551473181107</id><published>2013-07-11T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-11T03:25:01.201-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumblings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rumblings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>For the love of God</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t remember when I was first introduced to God. But my mom shared an incident that happened when i was 1.5 years old. Me, mom and dad had been to krs dam in mysore. It was the dusshera holidays and all the machines were decorated with flowers and vermillion on the occassion of ayudha pooja. I promptly took vermillion from one of the machines saying pachada (prasada). I didnt have any concept of God but knew that that red colour thing was to be put on my forehead. As I grew I remember I used to not kneel before God to do namaskara on a daily basis. I was the only kid and amma told me I had to kneel before God everyday so I could get a sibling. as I was not doing so God was angry on us and had kept me alone i.e without siblings. This instilled a kind of fear in me that I had to do things to please god or else he/she would punish me for not doing so. And it remained so for many many years in my life.

But for the past 2-3 years I have been intrigued by the knowledge I have acquired from listening to various achievers and also the readings over the internet about God. And by the views expressed by NH. It also helped that I understood matrix a little bit :) It is true that I&#39;m still scared of God sometimes but I want to fall in love with God. It would be wonderful I think. pure bliss!  

Recently I was chatting with a friend and we came to the topic destiny. I said that we create our destiny. He said &quot;no we cant do that. Its like going against the will of God&quot;. I wanted to bang my head somewhere. God gave us the gift of life for us to create our destiny and not the other way round. I hope every one realizes this.


prasada - offering given at temples to devotees ex: holy water, flower or some sweet</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/8419181551473181107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/07/for-love-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/8419181551473181107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/8419181551473181107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/07/for-love-of-god.html' title='For the love of God'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-2496348218528267694</id><published>2013-07-03T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-16T09:44:04.060-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humour"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just like that"/><title type='text'>A moment in today&#39;s world</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Ah! The phone light blinketh&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it a text message?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe an facebook update?&lt;br /&gt;
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Or a new email?&lt;br /&gt;
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Linkedin news maybe?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it a tweet?&lt;br /&gt;
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Or a photo on whatsapp?&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh! it must be a song from a friend on wechat?&lt;br /&gt;
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Or possibly a sticker on viber?&lt;br /&gt;
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Alas, its none of these&lt;br /&gt;
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The battery is down :-/&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/2496348218528267694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-moment-in-todays-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/2496348218528267694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/2496348218528267694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-moment-in-todays-world.html' title='A moment in today&#39;s world'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-2507956631913393313</id><published>2013-06-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-04T22:52:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rare sighting</title><content type='html'>June 5 is celebrated as world environment day. I was privileged enough to have a rare sighting of a little beautiful bird.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was minding my own business in the pantry when i heard the chiun chiun from behind. I looked around me in the mazes and then there I saw lo and behold a little sparrow. yes, a sparrow. :) she was gathering materials to build her nest. She went off after that and returned to gather some more. I was so happy to see her that I forgot to click her pics. I thought she would return but alas she didn&#39;t. Nevertheless I was happy to see her. This is the first time that I have sighted a sparrow in Blore, sometimes i dont even see crows.&lt;br /&gt;
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There has been steady decline of sparrows in Bangalore and that only states the decline in our environmental standards. March 20 is marked as sparrow day. You can find more about conserving this beautiful birds here&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://worldsparrowday.org/index.html&quot;&gt;http://worldsparrowday.org/index.html&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/2507956631913393313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-rare-sighting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/2507956631913393313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/2507956631913393313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-rare-sighting.html' title='A rare sighting'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-448823696936504409</id><published>2013-05-23T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-23T04:31:25.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I had a chance of going to a global summit at the beginning of this month. I was in KL, Malaysia and the experience of being at a this summit is undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a chance meeting a guy from Africa. I asked him which country he was from? He said Nigeria. And I said I am from India. He was surprised and said he thought I was an Indonesian or Malaysian (Malay Tamils) and it was my turn to get surprised. I asked him, was it because of my skin colour (Indonesians colour is almost like south Indians) No he said, its because of the nose. Indian&#39;s noses are pointed while yours is not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ha! i never thought about it. what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/448823696936504409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/05/nose-matters.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/448823696936504409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/448823696936504409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2013/05/nose-matters.html' title='Nose matters'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-4181055152364270618</id><published>2012-05-20T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T23:51:47.931-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bengaluru"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humour"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swalpa adjust madbedi"/><title type='text'>Sample this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
One day in the life of your truly in Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;
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ARD - Madam, I don&#39;t know the route, you have to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;
me - ok.&lt;br /&gt;
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after a while&lt;br /&gt;
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me - take a right here, and then when it smells badly, so badly that you have to close your nose (ARD-???) take a left. If I have not fainted by then because of the smell I will tell you the rest of the route. Or else please wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;
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after 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;
ARD - Madam, please wake up!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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ARD stands for Auto rickshaw driver &lt;br /&gt;
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It is hard to believe. It seems like just yesterday I was all decked up to get married and it is already 3 years!!! Time does fly soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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What has happened in the last 3 years with NH:-&lt;br /&gt;
- I love my life. I do have moments where I feel sad, bad but I am gradually learning to accept life the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;
- I am pain in the a__ because of my critical behavior towards myself, NH and everyone. Thanks to hubby I am now aware of this and do my best to be non-critical, but it is difficult for a old habit to die. :-(&lt;br /&gt;
- It is a new day everyday and i&#39;m happy that we are not a normal couple ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
- I am also sure that we are going to be successful in what we have set upon to achieve. It is but obvious that we will have road blocks, bumps on the way but soon the goal would be visible.&lt;br /&gt;
- I like the independence we have in the marriage. I shudder to think if it was otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;
- I wish we will continue to do new things, learn more about each other, go places, keep smiling till it brings tears, meet new people and make new friends and keep rocking. I know we will!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/3526751197639941302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/05/3-years.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3526751197639941302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3526751197639941302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/05/3-years.html' title='3 years'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-5798828057861585136</id><published>2012-04-26T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T09:22:01.422-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rumblings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
An interesting thought that I came across yesterday&lt;br /&gt;
- In the whole world 90% of the population is atheist.&lt;br /&gt;
And I thought how that would be and the explanation is&lt;br /&gt;
- If we believe in GOD of one faith then it is understood that we do not believe in God of other faith. So we are atheist to the people of other faith in that sense. Interesting isn&#39;t it&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Years ago when I read the t-shirt quote I was surprised and felt the person who came up with this had a lot of arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now when I am getting exposed to a different kind of education in my life I cannot but agree with the above quote.&lt;br /&gt;
And last week I came across this which is actually the universal truth!&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you have to say?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/6154169988999260185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/04/universal-truth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/6154169988999260185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/6154169988999260185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/04/universal-truth.html' title='Universal truth'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kGUIn-OmQFbQGQG4jGvzz_QOK2AEHlZDQr-MR-Nt33SRcb-VD4CsHZFaibBa-h21rISJeJA_tY8B74RYbKuU969yUKHOSJnSpywt4Wz5QqnqRs4j15M4GqPQ1malYsvpq5BuGEIINyX4/s72-c/i-was-born-intelligent-education-ruined-me.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-7044626348403283324</id><published>2012-03-21T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T09:15:32.953-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumblings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rumblings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet memories"/><title type='text'>A Eulogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I have sat on a small roller coaster raid right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two weeks back I was shocked to know the death of my friend from school. I couldn&#39;t believe it for days and stared at her beautiful lively face on fb. I kept repeating that this can&#39;t be true but after 2 days i realized that it was a reality. She was such a lively person for there was never a dull moment when she was around. For me it is hard to imagine death for a person who lived life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had lost touch with her after our 12th class. Years later on the advent of social networking i met her on orkut. She was happily married and settled abroad. It was nice to catch up with her. She remembered a school incident involving both of us which I had forgotten. I was surprised &amp;amp; happy that she remembered this incident considering we were not close of friends. When I invited her for marriage she was happy to have been remembered. She said we could catch up when i went to the country she stayed or when she landed in Bangalore. I happily replied, sure M we will meet up at some place. Little did i know then that I would never meet her in this life time.&lt;br /&gt;
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You will surely be missed M, for there can never be a beautiful person like you who brought smile &amp;amp; laughter to people around you. For the life we shared together it was a gift to have known you. Rest in peace Friend&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/7044626348403283324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/03/eulogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/7044626348403283324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/7044626348403283324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/03/eulogy.html' title='A Eulogy'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-4111813020039557579</id><published>2012-02-21T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T08:50:41.867-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs for the soul"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet memories"/><title type='text'>My all time favorite devotional song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Was browsing on FB and found that a friend had shared the &#39;Lingastakam by SPB&#39;. It is a very beautiful devotional song and as a kid I used to listen to this almost daily. And I loved it and used to hum along with the song. Today when I played it I was surprised that I remembered almost the whole song. :)&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway here it is for you to listen and I&#39;m sure you will like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to download it and listen daily.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/4111813020039557579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-all-time-favorite-devotional-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/4111813020039557579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/4111813020039557579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-all-time-favorite-devotional-song.html' title='My all time favorite devotional song'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-3062905102103199001</id><published>2012-01-25T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T03:06:08.582-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just like that"/><title type='text'>If you didn&#39;t know this already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Oh! well I had to share it&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/01/21/3-inch-nail-removed-from-illinois-mans-brain/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A nail was found in a man&#39;s brain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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When i read it for the first time I was really surprised but All&#39;s well that ends well. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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BTW, Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to do something New this year; I haven&#39;t decided on anything yet. What about you? What is New in 2012? Do share :) &lt;br /&gt;
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Salary got credited yesterday. I saw at the number and felt something was odd about the figure.&lt;br /&gt;
I know my salary except that I don&#39;t exactly remember what is the last number in my salary. So I checked the last month salary (November). And it was 2 rupees more than this month salary. Okay, so I thought this didn&#39;t match.&lt;br /&gt;
Time to check the previous month salary (October) and voila I got an answer.&lt;br /&gt;
I chuckled to myself looking at the number. Here&#39;s how it goes -&lt;br /&gt;
My salary is amount X (October)&lt;br /&gt;
I received X+1 in November&lt;br /&gt;
And so I received X-1 for December.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have sill not figured it out - I had received an excess amount of 1 rupee in November and so it promptly got deducted in December salary&lt;br /&gt;
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Every penny counts for the company I work :-D LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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Two days ago I hopped to an auto to reach office. One look at the driver&#39;s seat and I wondered if he could actually see to drive. Someone on road also noticed him and patted on his back commending his will to drive at an old age. My doubts were cleared as he started driving. He was driving slowly but carefully. There were a lot of honkers on road but he drove the auto at his own pace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Curious to know more about him I asked&#39; &lt;i&gt;What is your age uncle&lt;/i&gt;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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He replied &#39;&lt;i&gt;I am 78&lt;/i&gt;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was surprised that he was driving an auto at this age &#39;&lt;i&gt;Oh! Why are you driving an auto at this age&lt;/i&gt;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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He smiled and said &#39;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;God works whole day &amp;amp; night but doesn&#39;t complain, then why should I complain?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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What a pearl of wisdom and I was inspired. I couldn&#39;t stop smiling. And I prodded further. His voice was faint but I could make out some of the things he said. His sons had moved away from him, his daughters visited him whenever possible. He added daughters are much better than sons. He has been driving this auto for quite a long time now. It is a rented auto and he needs around 200 rs for rent + maintenance of auto. He works till he earns around 400 rs per day and then goes back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also noticed crutches lying on one side. He told that he was diabetic and got hurt. But he didn&#39;t care enough and that wound turned to a gangrene and had to be amputated. It has been around 9 years he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was time for me to get down from the auto and I paid the fare and asked him if I could take his photo. He happily obliged with a smile. Then I noticed his specs, The glasses on one of the sides was broken and he told he would be getting it soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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At last he said &quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;God provides us with water to drink, air to breathe and light to see freely. We have to keep doing our work (karma) in this life till we leave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
What an amazing philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;
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 I have been very inspired from him and will keep reminding myself of this meeting and his wisdom. I hope this inspires you too. Go on and do your karma!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/4846892782348112677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/12/words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/4846892782348112677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/4846892782348112677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/12/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-4370984628609667274</id><published>2011-11-03T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T03:44:51.763-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="u n me"/><title type='text'>E-commerce Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I am a shopaholic but mostly confined to clothes. I cant get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;
But what surprises me is my shopping for clothes online. Yeah, that too big time. So much so that I now know almost all e-commerce portals. The ease with which I go through the sites, order and don&#39;t even fret that when I am going to receive it. I am like a duckling adopting to water in no time and I am loving it :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday an ad for a e-commerce site was being aired on tv and NH said - Haven&#39;t you visited this site yet? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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and I just gave a sheepish smile. But be sure enough that I have already done the window shopping on that site today. hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I came across this wonderful quote by Steve Jobs. And when I saw this I was just shaken as I had many times a before when I saw his famous quotes. There could never be another human being who was so creative, full of life and was crazy enough to think that he could change the world. And what a way he changed the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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“Remembering that 
I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to 
help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all 
external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure —
 these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is 
truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I
 know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are 
already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”&lt;br /&gt;
Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;
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I will surely miss this visionary of our times!! &lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/1352917673642156522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/1352917673642156522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/1352917673642156522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html' title='iSad'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-3958515640258684208</id><published>2011-09-12T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T04:23:58.814-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just like that"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumblings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>What I have been upto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like counting the number of hair strands (mine of course) found on the floor and wondering what causes hair fall?&lt;br /&gt;

Still learning to use the new improved blogger dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;
Why a snake had to come inside our home and then die :-(&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering how sometimes it doesn&#39;t stop raining at all.&lt;br /&gt;
And most of the days its my washing day&lt;br /&gt;
How my head ache knows that it has to come on a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;
Procrastinating the cleaning of wardrobe for it only reminds me of the dresses that don&#39;t fit me&lt;br /&gt;
Asking husband silly questions (don&#39;t ask me what?) and getting an earful :-/&lt;br /&gt;
Watching pigeons fly in circles and predicting that it would rain that day&lt;br /&gt;
I will let you know once that prediction comes true&lt;br /&gt;
Can I be called an astrologer yet?&lt;br /&gt;
Jumping on dead cockroaches in the living room and shouting yuck&lt;br /&gt;
Making a mental note to give an earful to the husband for killing but not throwing the dead cockroach away. YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;
Bored of eating one&#39;s own cooking&lt;br /&gt;
And so not cooking at all :-P&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that sums it up, that is what I have been up to.


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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/3958515640258684208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-have-been-upto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3958515640258684208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3958515640258684208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-have-been-upto.html' title='What I have been upto?'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-6700555073374761896</id><published>2011-08-02T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T04:32:31.045-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Being Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Rose&lt;br /&gt;
Did I tell you&lt;br /&gt;
You look beautiful&lt;br /&gt;
More beautiful than the previous day&lt;br /&gt;
Each passing day&lt;br /&gt;
But you have to accept it&lt;br /&gt;
That you are the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;
Woman in the world&lt;br /&gt;
For all that you are&lt;br /&gt;
And you are not&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody could be the&lt;br /&gt;
Anchor, but you&lt;br /&gt;
It didn&#39;t matter&lt;br /&gt;
If you didn&#39;t have the color&lt;br /&gt;
Features or figure&lt;br /&gt;
Keep telling yourself&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;
You are the most beautiful woman on earth&lt;br /&gt;
And smile&lt;br /&gt;
For you could light up the room&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/6700555073374761896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/08/being-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/6700555073374761896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/6700555073374761896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/08/being-beautiful.html' title='Being Beautiful'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-534856265947799540</id><published>2011-07-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:07:10.111-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just like that"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rumblings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Mirror image</title><content type='html'>It was 9PM and bus was about to leave from Udupi to Bangalore. I looked at the vacant seat next to me &amp; wondered if the person would be missing the bus. I was cut short of my thoughts as a girl came in rushing. She pushed her bag under the seat &amp; rushed out of the bus with the same speed as she had rushed in. Within a minute she was again seated next to me and the bus moved finally.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at her &amp; she gave me an “I don’t give a damn” attitude. She settled in the seat listening to songs from her cell phone. In between she kept sending messages on the phone. She had black medium length hair. She was clad in a simple salwar kameez. Her finger nails were neatly painted with maroonish red colour. A diamond sat on her nose &amp; shined even in the dim light of the bus. She had a beautiful face but there was no smile on it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now I don’t mean to spy on her, but there was something about her that looked familiar to me. I couldn&#39;t quite put my hands on it. I started looking out through the window. It had started raining and I had to satisfy myself with blurry images of towns and people that I was leaving behind. I wondered if it was just me or anyone else would have felt the same about her. By the look of her I could only imagine she would be the same with all the strangers. May be she smiled when she was with her friends. &lt;br /&gt;
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That attitude towards life- I am Independent. I am angry with the world. I can live my life on my own terms and I don’t need people to judge me. I was familiar with this attitude. Heck I had one. Now I knew what was familiar about her. I looked at her and I saw my reflection in her. My mirror image was sitting next to me. I had smile on my face. I know that one day she will change. One day someone will bring a smile on her face. Until then hold on girl. Keep rowing your boat till you find your destination. Remember that this tide is not going to last forever.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/534856265947799540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirror-image.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/534856265947799540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/534856265947799540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirror-image.html' title='Mirror image'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-3519769482548318384</id><published>2011-06-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T07:02:55.316-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just like that"/><title type='text'>O Reader!! Where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Hellooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Long time, no See. Oh! that was me isn&#39;t it *sheepish smile*.&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, if you have been worried about me, I assure that i&#39;m fine, healthy, happy and what not. Its just that I didn&#39;t find enough time to pen down my thoughts here. Not that I was busy but me being me I was plain lazy. Add to that most important thing, there is no access to blogosphere in office. Ya, office pays me to work but what&#39;s wrong if I have a little me time in office. You know that proverb, All work no play...*winks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though I have not written for a long time, I by habit was checking the stats on this blog. I found tiny little green dot on world map. &lt;br /&gt;
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And I was happy that some one is reading my blog. Hello there Netherlands/Belgium!!! Thank you for reading my blog and hope that you continue to read it :) I promise I will keep writing</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/3519769482548318384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-reader-where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3519769482548318384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/3519769482548318384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-reader-where-art-thou.html' title='O Reader!! Where art thou?'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2AQ-_XX9Zvz0mC5XRUEKASRWWYhy3pZB5BOJ67OUaVxLbwqpTjHJQ1IdEV-zdB0nQWxZzLO27tarPprhgViBzSGN0S31veA0PWVjgsGy-NEYaKKzSphGyf4LpT8VBp5clTCNuGN8Co312/s72-c/chart.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963004466547679076.post-4897885708647894859</id><published>2011-04-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:17:15.638-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet memories"/><title type='text'>Cat(ch) me if you can!!</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s the story of a cat.&lt;br /&gt;
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She comes visiting daily morning for a plate of milk. She will be there between 6-6.30 AM in the morning. This has been her routine for quite some time now. She sits for a while and gazes around and is always alert.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here she is eyeing the squirrel on the coconut tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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She does not want to chase it. Anyway I&#39;m intrigued by the black symbol on her back. For me it looks like heart!! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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She didn&#39;t allow me to pet her. :( But Amma is fine with this morning arrangement. She does not want much attachment after having lost many cats &amp; kittens. We presume that she is &lt;a href=&quot;http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/search/label/pets&quot;&gt;whitey&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; daughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sometimes wish I had a cat here. But don&#39;t want to have a cat which can only be confined inside my home all day long. I can&#39;t trust the street dogs either. So it will be a while till I have one here. Till then I will just have to satisfy myself with pics of them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/4897885708647894859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-me-if-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/4897885708647894859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963004466547679076/posts/default/4897885708647894859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akshathanh.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-me-if-you-can.html' title='Cat(ch) me if you can!!'/><author><name>aksha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917136645517710053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoMjwmvi0dRMvw5AR0Bs4tZmvpBRq-Nlsqohqmcy1ccJ1ggQx3CnHa7rsa9GOpjYVeZ9rsJMPF-2TkOS6XGjRuCG3c4EDUH0nMDmpATHL8HGMWpPd8-ieQ6clsoxB5MY/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUeiSmVceV0rLSvTzy6RJG3cJvwVvdmfsScXyLxR4AEz9Mv7wKYGqWuAAzyv8rMtHRskDriaoBkRmH35RcJycnsLW4vXVFgsJzs5JVOvmow0RsGBwfhYvYM-0fdbcOuiMcs5V00Z1ZqCr/s72-c/CIMG1109.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>