<?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-314397606185086686</id><updated>2024-09-17T06:40:55.920+05:30</updated><category term="yaadon ki baaraat nikli hai aaj dil ke dwaare..."/><category term="I Miss You :)"/><category term="InteResting Q&#39;n right  . . . ."/><category term="Its only coz of your parents you are here.."/><category term="Shake it off and take a step up...."/><category term="Patience matters"/><category term="Silence.......can u hear dat now....."/><category term="Think before you Speak.."/><category term="all is well dat ends well..."/><category term="grahan na lagne dena........"/><category term="take care...."/><category term="ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳು"/><category term="ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳು - ಉತ್ತರಗಳು . . . . ."/><category term="ಯುಗಾದಿ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು"/><title type='text'>journeys. . . . .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-2803454418830477537</id><published>2017-06-14T18:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2017-06-14T18:33:17.714+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Locks and Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;locks and keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;friends and fun times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;smiles and miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;being crazy and being human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;emotions and brains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;travel and adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;sky the limit and limitless skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;faith and destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;beauty and inner self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;love and more love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;unexpected things and a refreshed feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;late night calls and morning hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;feeling blue and blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;kisses and hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;travelling and exploring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;candies and chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;flights and clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;being open and opening up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Aren&#39;t some things in life a bliss.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;Closure&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Some experiences and some things around or say in general terms - Closure is defined “To Forgive and Forget” something / someone and “Move On”.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Is it the Human nature or the trend, that “We usually are getting ready To get ready all the time, but never get ready as such” !!!!!!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;The hindi version of this sounds more cool&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ham hamesha taiyar hote hai taiyar hone ke liye, par kabhi taiyar hote nahi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Closure as I have seen, has different shades : Happy, sad, official, spiritual, relations etc.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Being a Science student – I have believed – you should never leave wounds or relations Open. A closure is required – Always*.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;I am trying to say is - in the race to move on from one phase to another phase of life - a phase of growth and prosperity, a phase of building a secure future; a person forgets to celebrate what he has in his present.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Example A:&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Say you are playing football. And there are about 4-5 guys near the opponent teams goal keeper to block you. And having these odds around, you still make a goal.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;For a normal person that you are – you will celebrate it right. Yeyyyyy goal ho gayaaaaa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;or will you start thinking - oh Godddd !!!!!&amp;nbsp; This goal happened somehow, what about the next goal ?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;No right. We don’t do that. We celebrate that achievement, that happiness, and that excitement in that moment itself. Then why not celebrate the other parts of life also in a same manner.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Why do things go complicated as we grow. Where did all that innocence of our childhood and teenage go ??&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Some might say - Well, that’s life. I say - bullshit.. oops sorry :-P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i will go with a decent word - Nonsense.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;You cannot please others always all the times and think about things which are not in your reach and waste your present over something which you have no control on.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;There is a life that you live for your own as well. Isn’t it !!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;I was reading this one article in which one line was - “What will people say”, has killed more dreams than others things in life do”. I wondered oh yes, how true is that !!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;If only people knew how to celebrate their present, they could have moved on easily in life for enjoying their futures. Point is you need to live your life instead of just being alive.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;And here comes the closure that I was talking about.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;As I said earlier - we are always trying to get ready for our future, planning for future, and dreaming about future but never ready for the so called future as such because of 2 things.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;1)&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Either you are holding on to your past.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;2)&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Either your past is holding on to you.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Both the cases, you cannot enjoy the present unless you leave your past behind.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Example B :&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;I have a friend. He got job in a big Multi National Company. But he had some commitments because of which he postponed his share of celebrations keeping it for a time where he would be earning more from what he was being offered now and when he had lesser tensions so he could enjoy his treat.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;I asked him - are you sure you will be able to do that in the so called future where you are earning more than now ?&amp;nbsp; because then you will have new tensions, new commitments, new ideas to invest your money on and etc etc.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;So where do you think you are giving a closure for your current happiness. Instead you are just piling on things which later will make you think – had I celebrated it then I would have enjoyed it and now be more satisfied about it.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Because when you don’t celebrate it and pile things, then at a later stage you don’t have the patience to savor your past successes with the same mind and heart that you had while achieving it.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;If you are not able to enjoy your small happiness now, how will you do that then?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Example C :&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Another friend of mine fell in love. The teenage loves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;But the speed with which it started, it happened to end with the same speed as well. Sad. And it took a lot of time for her to get back to normal. Obvious.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;She did not cry, but became silent and invisible day by day. She started keeping herself busy so she could forget her pain, so she could not get time to visit her past.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;But what was happening here was she had locked that sad phase in some corner of her mind thinking she can deal with it by moving on. Basically to hide her pain and thoughts, and not to get sympathy from others for her tragedy, she was just trying to pretend about forgetting it . And after some time she realized this was not working out the way she thought it would.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;She saw what she had done with herself. She was still holding on to the past in that corner of her mind. And so the past was pulling her back every time she spread her hands to hug her future.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Had she forgiven the guy and given a thought about it – thought that if this is not in my fate, then there is no point in cribbing over it. Yes ofcourse matters of heart take time to heal..&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;This closure would give her the strength and calm to embrace her future with an open mind. She would have felt far better and lighter.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;You never know - You might get something BIG and Wonderful ahead&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Take the positives from your past and leave the sad behind.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0;&quot;&gt;Having a closure makes it easier and simpler&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7030a0; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me some Sunshine :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes of course. what is wrong in being happy ??&lt;br /&gt;
It is your right to be happy ya&amp;nbsp;!! ..Come on,&amp;nbsp;Who says Don&#39;t be happy ??&lt;br /&gt;
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Suhasi&amp;nbsp;was asking&amp;nbsp;her all these questions. Shravya had called&amp;nbsp;Suhasi to her house thinking she would understand&amp;nbsp;the problem or&amp;nbsp;the confusions in Shravya&#39;s mind/heart. But she had&amp;nbsp;analyzed the things in a general way.&lt;br /&gt;
She did not understand what&amp;nbsp;Shravya had actually meant. Shravya was almost talking to herself when she said - I&amp;nbsp;had had a break up sometime back which my parents were unaware of. I guess yes nobody else knew of it as well !!&lt;br /&gt;
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So dat was not an option for&amp;nbsp;Shravya&#39;s friends or cosins to think about when it came to her topic.&lt;br /&gt;
She was a sweet fun girl to be with who evrybody loved.&lt;br /&gt;
They were like - gal why are you dull.? Anyways you dont have a&amp;nbsp;boy friend come on. That&#39;s&amp;nbsp;No headaches, Nobody to question about your wherabouts, Nobody to pester you, and&amp;nbsp;Life&#39;s so cool for you etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 Q&#39;n came to Shravya&#39;s mind always - oh lord. why dont people understand what i want from life.&lt;br /&gt;
A person to sit by my side, hold my hands and be there for me when i feel down. To assure me he will be there with me come what may. To tell me he loves me more and more everyday as i do. To pamper me like a kid like i pamper him wit my luv.&lt;br /&gt;
To take care of me like a friend, guide, parents, lover, husband and fill in the blanks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some day this also will happen -&amp;nbsp;Shravya knew. But when !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Its quite filmy to expect a dream like sequence and the prince charming comes to your riding a white horse and holds your hands pulls you up and takes you o a dream land and you guys live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
But then people can always try for it right ?&lt;br /&gt;
Not only for luv. This could hold good for any other situation of life. Be it work, marriage, your secret&amp;nbsp;dreams&amp;nbsp;which are waiting to get fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dreaming and aiming high gives you confidence of yourself to fulfill your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
Shravya wanted to fly high, be free, try adventures,&amp;nbsp;be loved, be liked, be humble and help others. And in return she asked was for a life filled with these happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;
Say @ the&amp;nbsp;end of her life journey&amp;nbsp;if she had to turn back and look @ her life then she did not want to feel she couldn&#39;t do this one thing.&lt;br /&gt;
A bit of her share of Sunshine which would lighten her life. Is that more to ask !!&lt;br /&gt;
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Why cant people be given a chance to be happy as they want. Some find bliss in work, some in luv, some in medidation, some in nature, some in reading, some in writing, some in music......and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having a positive hope and faith in your beliefs keeps the boat of life going forward.&lt;br /&gt;
Never loose hope and faith in self&amp;nbsp; is what Shravya knew, and she felt her days were coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;
Its just a&amp;nbsp;matter of time when her&amp;nbsp;happy times would&amp;nbsp;knock her door&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;ಆಫಿಸಿನಿಂದ ಮನೆಗೆ ವಾಪಸ ಹೋಗಬೇಕಾದ್ರೆ fm ಕೇಳುತ್ತ ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೆ.. ಮ್.ಡಿ.ಪಲ್ಲವಿ ಹಾಡುತ್ತಿದರು -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;ಅಮ್ಮ ನಿನ್ನ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;ಯೆದೆಯಾಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಗಾಳಕ್ಕೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಮೀನು, ಮಿಡುಕಾಡುತಿರುವೆ ನಾನು,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;ಕಡಿಯಲೋಲ್ಲೇ&amp;nbsp;ನೀ ಕರುಳ ಬಳ್ಳಿ, ಒಳವೂಡುತಿರುವಾ&amp;nbsp;ತಾಯೆ, ಬಿಡದ ಭುವಿಯ ಮಾಯೆ, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;ನಿನ್ನಾ ರಕ್ಷೆ ಗೂಡಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗೆ ಅಡಗಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ದಿನಾ ? ದೂಡು ಹೊರಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ನನ್ನಾ&amp;nbsp;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;ಹೌದೆನಿಸಿತು..&amp;nbsp;ಇವಳ&amp;nbsp;ಪ್ರಸ್ತುತ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿಯು ಹೀಗೆಯೇ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;ಇವಳ ಹೆಸರು ಶ್ರಾವ್ಯಾ .. ಪ್ರತಿಷ್ಟಿತ ಕಂಪನಿ ಒಂದರಲ್ಲಿ ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಹುದ್ದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸ, ವಾರಕ್ಕೆ ಎರಡು ದಿನ ರಜೆ, ನೋಡಲು ಐಶ್ವರ್ಯ ರೈ ಅಲ್ಲದೆ ಇದ್ದರು ಹುಡುಗರು&amp;nbsp;ಇಷ್ಟಾ&amp;nbsp;ಪಡುವಂತಹ&amp;nbsp;ಮುಖ ಕಳೆ, ಬಾಯಿ ತುಂಬಾ ಮಾತು-ಹರಟೆ, ಹೆಸರಿಗೆ ತಕ್ಕಂತೆ&amp;nbsp;ಸುಶ್ರಾವ್ಯವಾದ&amp;nbsp;ಕಂಠ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;ಇಷ್ಟೇ ಆಗಿದ್ದರೆ ತಲೆನೋವೇ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ ಆಲ್ವಾ ..&amp;nbsp;ಇಷ್ತೆಲ್ಲರ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಆ ಭಗವಂತ&amp;nbsp;ಇವಳಿಗೆ ಮದುವೆಯ&amp;nbsp;ವಯಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಕೂಡಾ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದ :( .. ಅರೆ ಇದರಲ್ಲಿ ತೊಂದರೆ ಏನು ಅಂತ ಕೇಳ್ತಿರಾ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;ಬದುಕಿನುದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ನಾವು ಯಾವ&amp;nbsp;ಯಾವುದೋ&amp;nbsp;ವಿಷಯಕ್ಕೆ&amp;nbsp;ಅರ್ಥ ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತೇವೆ .. ಹೌದಾ .. ಆದರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಇವಳು&amp;nbsp;ಈ&amp;nbsp; ಅರ್ಥ ಅನರ್ಥಗಳನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು&amp;nbsp;ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತಿರುವುದು &quot;ಇವಳ ಮದುವೆ ಆಗುವ ಆ ಪುಣ್ಯಾತ್ಮನನ್ನ&quot; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;ಅವಳು ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡಳು ಅಯ್ಯಯ್ಯೋ ದ್ಯಾವ್ರೆ ಇದೆಂಥ&amp;nbsp; ಕಷ್ಟಾ&amp;nbsp;ಕೊಟ್ಯಪ್ಪಾ&amp;nbsp;- ನಾನೇನು ಪಾಪಾ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ .? ಮಾತ್ತೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಕೇಡು ಬಯಸುವ ಜಾಯಮಾನ ಅಂತು ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ಅಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp; - ಮತ್ತದೇಕೆ ಈ ಶಿಕ್ಷೆ&amp;nbsp; ?&amp;nbsp;ಈ ಲೈನ್ ನೋಡಿ ನೀವು ಇವಳನ್ನಾ ಡ್ರಾಮಾ&amp;nbsp;ರಾಣಿ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಅಂದುಕೊದಿರ್ತಿರಾ&amp;nbsp;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಕಡೆ ಹೆಣ್ಣುಮಕ್ಕಳ ಮದುವೆಯನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಚಿಕ್ಕ ವಯಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲೇ ಮಾಡಿಬಿಡುತ್ತಾರೆ ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;ಅದೇ ಶಹರುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆಧುನಿಕತೆ ಮತ್ತು ಶಿಕ್ಷಣದ ಹೆಸರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ತಡವಾಗಿ ಮದುವೆ ಮಾಡುವ ಟ್ರೆಂಡು ಶುರುವಾಯಿತು .. ಅದೇ ಆದರ್ಶವನ್ನು ಇಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡು ಇವಳ ಅಪ್ಪಾ ದಿ ಗ್ರೇಟ್ ಕೂಡ ಹೇಳಿದರು - ಮಗಳು ಓದಲಿ, ಡಿಗ್ರಿ ಮುಗಿದ ಮೇಲೆಯೇ ಜಾತಕ ಹೊರಗೆ ಹಾಕೋಣವೆಂದು ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;ಮಾಸ್ಟರ್ಸ್ ಡಿಗ್ರಿ ಮಾಡಬೇಕಾದರೆ ಕೆಲವು ಜಾತಕಗಳು ಬಂದವು ನಮ್ಮ ಮಗ ಹೊರದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ ಇದಾನೆ ಮದುವೆ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೊಡುತ್ತೀರಾ ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದರು. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಅಪ್ಪಾ ಹೇಳಿದರು - ಇಲ್ಲ ಸ್ವಾಮಿ ನಮಗೆ ಈವಾಗಲೇ ಮಗಳ ಮದುವೆ ಮಾಡೋ ಯೋಚನೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಅವಳು ಇನ್ನು ಓದುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾಳೆ .. ಇನ್ನೆರಡು ವರುಷ ಆದಮೇಲೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತೇವೆ ಎಂದು ಫೋನ್ ಇಟ್ಟಿದ್ದರು ..ಅಪ್ಪನಿಗೆ ಮಗಳ ಓದು ಮುಖ್ಯವಾಗಿತ್ತು ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;ಮಗಳು ನಾಲ್ಕು ಅಕ್ಷರಾ ಓದಲಿ, ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಕೆಲಸದಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇರಲಿ, ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಸಾಧನೆಯನ್ನ ಮಾಡಲಿ etc etc .. ಅಪ್ಪನ ಪ್ರಕಾರ ಕೆ.ಎಸ.ನರಸಿಂಹ ಸ್ವಾಮಿ ಬರೆದ ಗೀತೆ - ಶಾನುಭೋಗರ ಮಗಳು - ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದು ಸರಿಯಾಗೇ ಇದೆ - ಮಗಳು ಸಭ್ಯ ಹುಡುಗಿ, ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಮನೆ ಸೇರಲಿ - ತಡವಾದರೆನಂತೆ ನಷ್ಟವಿಲ್ಲ :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಅಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಮಾತು ಮುಗಿಯಿತಾ ??&amp;nbsp;ಅವರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲದೆಯೇ&amp;nbsp;ಶುರುವಾಗಿತ್ತು&amp;nbsp;ಇನ್ನೊಂದು&amp;nbsp;ಸಮಸ್ಯೆ&amp;nbsp;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಇವರ ಕನಸಿನ ಸಾರ್ಥಕತೆಯನ್ನು ನೋಡುವ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಮಗಳ ವಯಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಇರಲ್ಲಿಲವೇ&amp;nbsp;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಮಗಳಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಅವಾಗಾ&amp;nbsp;೨೩ ವಯಸ್ಸು.&amp;nbsp;ಆಟವಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು&amp;nbsp;ಓಡಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು&amp;nbsp;ಇದಾವುದರ ಟೆನ್ಶನ್ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಇದ್ದಳು ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಆಮೇಲೆ ಜಾತಕ ಹೊರಹಾಕಿದಾಗ ಶುರುವಾಯಿತು ನೋಡಿ ವಧು ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಗಳು ವರಾನ್ವೇಷಣೆಗಳು ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ .. ಅಭಾ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಅಲ್ಲ ಹೇಳುವುದು ಮನೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿ ನೋಡಿ ಮಾಡುವೆ ಮಾಡಿ&amp;nbsp;ನೋಡಿ&amp;nbsp;ಎಂದು..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಈಗ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ಶ್ರಾವ್ಯಳಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;೨೬ .. ಬಂದ ಗಂಡುಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಅವರ ಹೆತ್ತವರು&amp;nbsp;ನೂರಾ ಎಂಟು ಶರತ್ತುಗಳನ್ನಿಟ್ಟರು .. ಅರೆ ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಬೇಕಾ ತರಕಾರಿಯಾ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಅಪ್ಪ ಅಮ್ಮನಿಗೆ ಯೋಚನೆ ಶುರುವಾಯಿತು&amp;nbsp;- ಜಾತಕಗಳು ಹೊಂದುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ, ಸಗೊತ್ರ ಮದುವೆ ಮಾದಲಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಗಂಡಿನ ಕಡೆಯವರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಬಿ.ಈ&amp;nbsp;ಮತ್ತು ಎಂ.ಬಿ.ಏ&amp;nbsp;ಹುಡುಗಿ&amp;nbsp;ನೆ&amp;nbsp;ಬೇಕಂತೆ&amp;nbsp;..&amp;nbsp;ಮಗಳು&amp;nbsp;ಮಾಡಿರುವ&amp;nbsp;ಡಬಲ್ ಡಿಗ್ರಿ ಲೆಕ್ಕಕ್ಕೆ ಇಲ್ಲದಂತೆ ವರ್ತಿಸುತ್ತಾರಲ್ಲ..&amp;nbsp;ಹೀಗೆ ಆದರೆ ಏನು ಕಥೆ.??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಉತ್ತರ&amp;nbsp;ಪರಿಹಾರ&amp;nbsp;??&amp;nbsp;ತೀರ್ಥ ಸ್ಥಳಗಳ&amp;nbsp; ಪ್ರದಕ್ಷಿಣೆಗಳು&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;ಮನೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಮಂತ್ರಾಕ್ಷತೆ, ಪ್ರಸಾದ ಪೊಟ್ಟಣಗಳು,&amp;nbsp;ಬೇರೆ ಬೇರೆ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನಗಳ ಬ್ರೋಶರುಗಳು, ಪೂಜೆ ಪುನಸ್ಕಾರಗಳು, ವ್ರತಗಳು ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಒಂದಾ ಎರಡಾ ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಅವರಿಗೆ ಏಕೆ ಅರ್ಥಾ ಆಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ .. ಮದುವೆ ಅನ್ನುವುದು ಹಣೆಬರಹದ ವಿಷಯ. ಅದು ಭಗವಂತ ಯಾವಾಗಲೋ ಬರೆದು ಆಗಿದೆ. ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp; ಕಂಕಣಬಲ ಬೇಗ ಕೂಡುತ್ತದೆ ಇನ್ನು ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ ಜೀವನವನ್ನ ಸಿಂಗಲ್ ಆಗಿ ನೋಡುವ ಸಮಯ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಇರುತ್ತದೆ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಕರುಳ&amp;nbsp;ಬಳ್ಳಿ&amp;nbsp;ಬಿಡಲೊಲ್ಲದು -&amp;nbsp;ಆದರೆ ಏನು ಮಾಡುವುದು - ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮಗಳ ಹಣೆಬರಹವೇ ಇಷ್ಟು&amp;nbsp;ಅಲ್ಲವಾ .. ಒಂದು ವಯಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅಷ್ಟು ವರುಷ ಬೆಳೆದು&amp;nbsp;ಬಂದ ಮನೆ, ಅಪ್ಪಾ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ, ತಂಗಿಯಾ ಜೊತೆಗಿನ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಆಟ&amp;nbsp;ಪಾಟಗಳನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೊರಡಲೇ ಬೇಕು ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಅಮ್ಮನಿಗೆ ಮಗಳು ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುವಷ್ಟು ದಿನ ಇರಲಿ ಎಂಬ ಆಸೆ ಏನೋ ಇದೆ ಆದರೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಮನೆ ಸೇರಲಿ ಆತುರದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಲು ಜಾರುವುದು&amp;nbsp;ಬೇಡವೆನ್ನೋ ಆಲೋಚನೆ ಕೂಡ ಇದೆ. ಹಾಗಂತಾ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ದಿನವಾದರೆ ವಯಸ್ಸು ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಯಾಗುತ್ತದೆ ಆಮೇಲೆ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ಇದೆ ನೋಡಿ ದಿನ&amp;nbsp;ನಿತ್ಯದ ಸೀನು ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಈಗ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;ಕರುಳ ಕುಡಿ ಸುಖವಾಗಿದ್ದಾಳೆ, ಅಪ್ಪಾ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ಮರೆಸುವಂತಹ ಗಂಡಾ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದಾನೆ ಅಂದರೆ ಅದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಕುಷಿ ಏನು ಹೆತ್ತವರಿಗೆ !! .. ಆಲ್ವಾ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;ನಿಮ್ಮ ಶ್ರಾವ್ಯಳಿಗೆ ಒಂದು ಸ್ಮಾರ್ಟ್,&amp;nbsp;ಟಾಲ್,&amp;nbsp;ವೆಲ್&amp;nbsp;ಸೆಟ್&amp;nbsp;ಲ್ಡ್,&amp;nbsp;ಮತ್ತು&amp;nbsp;ಹೆಂಡತಿಯ&amp;nbsp;ಬೇಕು&amp;nbsp;ಬೇಡಗಳನ್ನ ಅರ್ಥಾ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವಂತಹ ಯೋಗ್ಯ ವರ&amp;nbsp;ಬೇಕಿದ್ದಾನೆ :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;ನಿಮ್ಮ&amp;nbsp;ಆಶೀರ್ವಾದಾ ಸದಾ&amp;nbsp;ಇರಲಿ ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/3972534894914937132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/3972534894914937132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/3972534894914937132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/3972534894914937132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-7518708919597396186</id><published>2011-12-27T17:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-04-16T12:13:29.920+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yaadon ki baaraat nikli hai aaj dil ke dwaare..."/><title type='text'>Life as we get to see it - chapter 6 - Infidelity ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
He had asked her something serious .. but she could not understand the head or tail or what he was actually trying to tell her ..&lt;br /&gt;
Why do people have to decide on something which gives them pain.?? was his question .. and Shravya din&#39;t know what was she supposed to answer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She asked him - what happend Nihaal ?? .. Are you drunk ??&lt;br /&gt;
And he knew that he had to tell her what he was thinking then. He could not avoid telling the truth to her. He dearly loved her and she had been a true friend and a companion to him all these days after all. So he knew he owed her an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was guilty. He was being unfaithful to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shravya was unaware of the happenings in Nihaal&#39;s life. But she had had doubts about things getting dragged between them off late. He was a Mechanical Engineer and she only knew that much about his job. He used to travel for his team meetings and client meets a lot. And during one of his meetings he had met another girl in the client office. He had liked the way she used to talk to him and attend his queries. And he had started spending time with her as well..&lt;br /&gt;
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But he had not told this to Shravya. Though Shravya was a simple, sweet, and a homely type of girl but she was also bold enough to give it back right on face if she knew something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
Nihaal knew she wouldnt scold or tell him anything but somehow he couldnt manage to get enough strength to tell about this girl in office to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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But then, Shravya had sensed that something in that relation had started to drift. She knew that this had no future anymore. Because if he had really liked Shravya then there would be no space for the other girl to enter between. Right.. This was her argument.&lt;br /&gt;
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For which Nihaal had tried giving an explanation saying Shravya &quot;i love you but&quot; my mom is quite strict about me getting in for an arranged marriage. What do i do. I cant leave you i cant leave her also.&lt;br /&gt;
And Shravya had sensed this was coming so she had kind of prepared her mind for this.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said - Look Nihaal, I like you too and i gave you enough space as a friend and a companion all these days. Never forced you for anything. But even after all that if you feel you cant convince your parents for this then go with your life. If you cant keep the respects for love and our relation then what is the use of dragging a dead relation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought i was a good friend of urs with whom you can share anything and everything. But what hurt me was you had the guts to cheat on me and you did not bother to inform me about it. Infidelity is something which cant be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;
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But i forgive you because i have always respected you as a friend and a good person and i share some good memories with you.&lt;br /&gt;
Go Nihaal live your life. I free you. But try not to cheat the other girl who will trust and come with you.&lt;br /&gt;
All the best. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;
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And she had turned away from his life. That night she had cried like a small child. Cried till there was no tear left to shed anymore. Her heart and trust both were shattered to pieces that day. She had just closed the doors to her heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as the saying goes - getting close to a person can give you 2 things :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;a) a trustworthy person for your life :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;b) a lesson you will never forget in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;So she had learnt hers now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1. Never give a person so much priority that in the end you become only an option for that person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;2. Next time before getting too close to anybody - make sure the person is worth spending your time with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;3. You are special. Value that and stand tall for your rights and thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;4. People around you are always there to either make you or break you. You have to be alert enough to differentiate between them and select your groups.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;5. Give the other person enough space to breathe but make sure the space is utilized correctly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She now knew -&lt;/strong&gt; Life is not a bed of flowers. Just when you are praising and enjoying the beauty of the rose - life will make sure that you are made to realise the presence of thorns which comes along with the rose as well :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He felt like if he had asked anything else from god, that moment may be he would have have got that also :)&lt;br /&gt;
He could not sleep that nght. So he messaged Shravya - &lt;em&gt;Can i call you now ?? Can we talk if you dontmind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shravya texted him back - &lt;em&gt;You dont have to be so formal with me Nihaal :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You can call or text me anytime you want. Permissions granted :p&amp;nbsp;.. I&amp;nbsp;dontmind special ppl disturbing me ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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His heartbeat missed when he saw her reply. &lt;em&gt;She had given him a confirmation about his answer in that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He dialled her number immediately. 2nd ring she picked up the call n said hi !! &lt;em&gt;He could sense the smile and shy combination in her voice :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So he said teasing her -&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arey wah&amp;nbsp;madam whats that new tone i hear .. What is the change.. What happened .. Anything that i should be aware of ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and Shravya knew Nihaal was pulling her leg. So she started playing in reply to him - &lt;em&gt;Yes Nihaal, you know when i went for my evening walk&amp;nbsp;a guy proposed to me in the park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So Nihaal said in a questionable tone - &lt;em&gt;Aha who is that lucky guy. what did you say ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And shravya said - &lt;em&gt;Actually u&amp;nbsp;see i had a small crush on him na, so&amp;nbsp;when he proposed i couldnt afford to say no to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nihaal&#39;s voice beamed. He asked - So what did he tel you. give me his number ya let me see how dare he propose to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shravya said - &lt;em&gt;Leave him na. You tel me how come you called me now ?? .. Not geting sleep ?? Why ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Any special reasons :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And Nihaal knew now she was pulling his leg.&lt;br /&gt;
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So he said - &lt;em&gt;Yes Shravya, you know one girl kissed me today. She hugged me so sweetly.&amp;nbsp;I just cant close my eyes to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Shravya said - Aha hugs n kisses huh.. Not bad whos that bold girl ??&amp;nbsp; .. When where how come on tell tell :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And Nihaal blushed along with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This playful talk made them forget the time. They spoke for hours together that night. And every night after that.&lt;br /&gt;
He became so close to her that even for getting a hair cut he would ask her what hair cut would suit him, should he peirce his ears or not etc etc. He used to call her whenever he found time. Even when he was with his friends he used to make sure of @least texting her about his whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then came the special day - The valentines day. Shravya had gifted a hand made card to Nihaal with some chocolates. That card said how much she wanted to be with him and how much she liked him. He was speechless seeing that beautiful card with so many layers&amp;nbsp;each unfolding her thoughts for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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That evening he went out with his friends for a party. And because he was so happy so he dint have reasons to say no to his friends when they offered him drinks. So he also drank some vodka and beer with them. He felt relaxed but somehow pained also. So he dialled&amp;nbsp;Shravya&#39;s number.&lt;br /&gt;
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She answered his call and the 1st thing he told her was -&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I want you in my life shravya but i cant leave my mom also .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When he&amp;nbsp;said that she was so&amp;nbsp;thrilled&amp;nbsp;and excited that she dint know how is she supposed to react now. So she ended up giving him a smile :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Shravya was&amp;nbsp;trying to analyze whats happening around her. Is it for real or is she imagining things. &lt;em&gt;Suddenly she was being liked by somebody who she had a light crush on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She told herself&amp;nbsp;- ok shravya relax. Lets see what he has to say.. So she asked him -&amp;nbsp;Ok tel me Nihaal&amp;nbsp;what brings you here.. You are not here to see &lt;em&gt;only me&lt;/em&gt; right !!&lt;br /&gt;
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And he replied - &lt;em&gt;No Shravya i came here only for you.&lt;/em&gt;. Infact i was supposed to be with Madan now. He will be searching for me. But i wanted to talk to you, so here i am waiting for you and you made me wait for an hour already.&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually i wanted to tell you something.. Something funny according to my friends.&amp;nbsp;Dont mistake me pls but i also liked what they said so did not bother to deny it. :)&lt;br /&gt;
Shravya got curious about his lines now. She asked him what happend nihaal. its ok tell me. And he started to speak again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually i dontknow how to tell you or how will you react&lt;em&gt; but i think i like you&lt;/em&gt;. Well even my friends think so. They tel me off late i have only been talking about you with them which i realised only when they told me. But Madan doesnt know about it or i guess hes getting doubts of it. And somehow i also dont want him to know about this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;The way you talk to me makes me feel special.&lt;/em&gt; Makes me feel i am worth something. Makes me think about many things which i havent thought about yet.&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;dontknow why but its true. &lt;em&gt;I like the way you come out to your balcony&amp;nbsp;@ nites only to talk to me&amp;nbsp;in whispers&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;.. And that makes me wish why doesnt&amp;nbsp;time stop like this forever so i can talk to you all the time and listen to your sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked @ shravya for a reaction -&amp;nbsp;she dint say anything. So he kind of understood her thoughts and said Ok shravya no hurries, you dont have to say anything about what i said right now. Take your time, think and let me know what you think or feel. &lt;em&gt;Well i know what can be your reaction but still i shall wait for an answer from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Can we go for an ice cream now pls ? . I shall walk you back home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And she had wondered -&amp;nbsp;the ice cream had never before tasted so good&amp;nbsp;.. Once they were done with the ice cream on the way back to her house, he said&amp;nbsp;- Shravya i shall call you once im home. Take care cya and he turned to leave when shravya held his hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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He turned back to her - to his surprise &lt;em&gt;she hugged him with care like he was a delicate soft toy and gave him a peck on his cheeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Then she ran back all smiling&lt;/em&gt; :) .. he couldnt help but stare @ her because he just couldnt believe what she had just done. &lt;em&gt;It was quite unlike her for the kind of sweet homely girl she was ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Madan was telling about some trip plan of his to these two who were actually busy exchanging messages and looks which he had not observed yet. She looked @ Nihaal after reading his message with a surprised look. He texted her&amp;nbsp;- &lt;em&gt;See again u doing this !! Pls dont give smiles like that to me,&lt;/em&gt; Madan might not like it. &lt;em&gt;He doesnt know i have your cel no.&lt;/em&gt; Will tel you later how and why. &lt;em&gt;Nihaal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
And she had just smiled @ the text that had showed up on her mobile&amp;nbsp;screen. Then she had tried to listen and concentrate on what Madan was telling them till now but she could not !!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That night she dreamt of Nihaal.&lt;/em&gt; He was walking close to her and her heartbeats had&amp;nbsp;gone up&amp;nbsp;in 1:10 ratio :)&lt;br /&gt;
She was getting conscious if he will get to know about&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;thumping heartbeats now. He gave her the same mesmerizing smile again&amp;nbsp;and that moment&amp;nbsp;she forgot all her nervousness about him standing so close to her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He came still more closer, and it was like she had stopped breathing for those few seconds. He bent a little towards her. &lt;em&gt;She closed her eyes.&lt;/em&gt; She could feel his warm presence infront of her. He had not touched her yet, but that was somehow not required @ this moment. Infact he had his hands backfolded. He had just bent forward and she had closed her eyes then.&amp;nbsp;She could sense what would be the next thing but strangely she&amp;nbsp;did not try to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;The next thing she had felt was a warm heavenly peck on her neck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Awww that was soooo nice and romantic. She wanted to touch him once. But suddenly his voice had changed. She was wondering she has heard this&amp;nbsp;female voice before but where ?&lt;br /&gt;
Again she tried concentrating on Nihaal. But that lady voice was disturbing a lot now. Irritated&amp;nbsp;when shravya opened her eyes, she&amp;nbsp;saw her mom standing next to her bed in place of Nihaal.. Her jaws fell in shock, 1st thing she imagined was her sleeptalking about Nihaal. Ooops..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then her mom just gave her a smile followed by&amp;nbsp;the bed tea and&amp;nbsp;went out&amp;nbsp;asking her to get up soon and get back to her college assignment work and the project she was working on.&lt;br /&gt;
She finished her tea and freshened up. Started with her college works. Day went by and she was so immersed in the work but still there was something which kept coming back to her thoughts @ intervals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She just could not shed that dream away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why had she dreamt such a thing. Nihaal was just a friend right. That too a friend of friend. There was nothing like that which was ever going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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And still she had liked her dream more than anything @ that time.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was time for her evening walk. She&amp;nbsp;took her mobile and told her mom she was going for a walk and came out. Time was around 6.30 pm. She was late by almost 45 mins than her daily timings because of her project and assignments.&lt;/div&gt;
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She had finished 2 rounds of the park next to her house when she&amp;nbsp;noticed some one sitting on a bench&amp;nbsp;in one&amp;nbsp;corner of the park.&lt;/div&gt;
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What was he doing here. She gave him a surprised look and he had waved @ her asking her to join him where he was sitting.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;She was both confused and glad to see him after a long day of work.&lt;/em&gt; Nihaal what are you doing here ??????&lt;/div&gt;
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He said - &lt;em&gt;Felt like seeing you Shravya, so dropped in. But Why are you late ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He was&amp;nbsp;on his way back home when he had seen her standing&amp;nbsp;in the bus stop,&amp;nbsp;so he&amp;nbsp;stopped by to say hello to the old school friend.&lt;br /&gt;
He could not resist not talking to her after so long, and&amp;nbsp;not listening to her sweet voice again&amp;nbsp;which he had liked right from the 1st day he had entered this school. Shravya was a school&amp;nbsp;quoyar group singer. He was happy to see her..&lt;br /&gt;
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Shravya&amp;nbsp;had seen&amp;nbsp;this bike stopping abruptly on the other end of the road and the guy with the headgear looking back @ her. She was wondering who is this guy looking&amp;nbsp;@ me&amp;nbsp;like this&amp;nbsp;??&lt;br /&gt;
Then as soon as he removed his helmet,&amp;nbsp;she knew who he was. She had missed a heartbeat then as he&amp;nbsp;started crossing the road and walk towards her. He had a nice smile, he came closer and&amp;nbsp;taking out his ear phones from his ears&amp;nbsp;he said&amp;nbsp;&quot;hi&quot; and for a second she did not know how to react :o&lt;br /&gt;
Immediately regaining her conciousness she&amp;nbsp;gave a smile back and&amp;nbsp;said Hey Madan, how are you :) long time huh !!.&lt;br /&gt;
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He smiled.. Couldnt help but see how innocent she was till date. She had the same friendly smile, no attitudes, same warmth and&amp;nbsp;sharpness in her voice.. She hadn&#39;t changed a bit. But he had changed quiet a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
He asked her what was she&amp;nbsp;studying now, how were her parents and brother. She&amp;nbsp;answered&amp;nbsp;his q&#39;ns and asked him about his parents and&amp;nbsp;elder brother. And she saw her bus comming from a distance so made a move towards it.&lt;br /&gt;
Anybody could easily make out he wasnt happy to end the conversation so soon, so he took out his mobile&amp;nbsp;and asked&amp;nbsp;her - hey Shravya can i have your&amp;nbsp;ph.no. pls, and because she was good friends with him even&amp;nbsp;in school, so she had easily given him her mobile no. without hesitating..&lt;br /&gt;
And after that he had started texting and calling her every now and then in the name of staying in touch with school friends..&lt;br /&gt;
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Post this short meeting in bus stop,&amp;nbsp;Madan&amp;nbsp;liked Shravya even more than before,&amp;nbsp;which she had not figured yet.&amp;nbsp;Madan had&amp;nbsp;then somehow managed to&amp;nbsp;keep a&amp;nbsp;record of Shravya&#39;s routine so he&amp;nbsp;could try and meet her easily&amp;nbsp;and show up as if he had bumped into her&amp;nbsp;coincidentally.&amp;nbsp;Hence he had managed to meet her few times&amp;nbsp;@&amp;nbsp;the cafe coffee day and have a chat for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;
To show that this bumping into each other was a coincidence, he also used to&amp;nbsp;come with a close friend of his to see her.&lt;br /&gt;
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His name was Nihaal. He was a thin&amp;nbsp;guy with an amazingly cute smile, though not on the fairer side of the complexion but there was a charm about him which made him&amp;nbsp;attractive and stand out even in a crowd. Well, talking of crowd Nihaal&amp;nbsp;had never liked&amp;nbsp;crowdy places.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, as&amp;nbsp;these three&amp;nbsp;spoke Shravya got to know Nihaal better. One afternoon @ a cafe coffee day after lunch,&amp;nbsp;Nihaal discovered that Shravya had been constantly staring @ him in intervals&amp;nbsp;and in that 1 hour that they had spent - she had already compliemented him twice about his smile n given him that cute look&amp;nbsp;which inturn had given him butterflies in stomach :p&lt;br /&gt;
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He had&amp;nbsp;looked @&amp;nbsp;Madan&amp;nbsp;immediately to make sure that he had not noticed it. But he had liked Shravya&#39;s eyes and the spark in them so much that he couldnt say&amp;nbsp;anything to her the 1st time she did it.&lt;br /&gt;
And then on the 2nd time he got aware of Madan sitting next to them&amp;nbsp;and so he texted Shravya&amp;nbsp;-&lt;br /&gt;
Hey thanx for the compliment ;-)&amp;nbsp;- Nihaal :)&lt;br /&gt;
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It was Shravya&#39;s turn to get surprised because till now she had had only hi hellos with Nihaal but she did not have his ph.number. And now when he had texted her, she got to know he had managed to flick her number from Madan&#39;s cel but had hesitated to msg her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked @ him and smiled on his message and typed back - Nihaal - how did you get my no.? I dont remember giving it to you.!&lt;br /&gt;
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And he had replied back - &quot;Yes, you did not give it to me so I had to flick it from his cel&quot; :p&lt;/div&gt;
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Little did they both know @ that time&amp;nbsp;about what they&amp;nbsp;were getting into, what did the future have in store for them.&lt;br /&gt;
It had all &lt;em&gt;started &lt;/em&gt;as a &lt;em&gt;casual talk&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;some hi bye smiles&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;winks&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; was in her &lt;em&gt;B.Sc&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;2nd year, and &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;em&gt;her friends friend&lt;/em&gt;.!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Her name as sweet as her - &lt;em&gt;Shravya&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;A fun filled girl, who&amp;nbsp;made people laugh&amp;nbsp;and forget their tensions easily&amp;nbsp;in any situation and&amp;nbsp;was always there&amp;nbsp;for help whenever required.&lt;br /&gt;
It was as easy as breathing for her to make friends with anybody and everybody. &lt;em&gt;In short&amp;nbsp;- she was fun-to-be-with anytime and all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She was brought up in a proper pure Brahmin family with all the do&#39;s and dont&#39;s that they had to&amp;nbsp;follow no matter what.!!&lt;br /&gt;
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She had a younger brother&lt;em&gt; Suveer&lt;/em&gt;. The daddy dearest&amp;nbsp;being&amp;nbsp;a lively person,&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;strict only about&amp;nbsp;studies and he always &lt;em&gt;wished &lt;/em&gt;his daughter also would &lt;em&gt;become a&amp;nbsp;Principal&amp;nbsp;like him&lt;/em&gt; and make him proud one day.&lt;br /&gt;
But she had had other plans.!! Mummy the nicest was cool and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;
Shravya was a sweetheart to her teachers right from&amp;nbsp;her childhood, naughty but talented both in academics and sports and&amp;nbsp;not to forget the&amp;nbsp;extra curricular activities.&amp;nbsp;She was&amp;nbsp;no less than&amp;nbsp;celebreties then :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What more could she ask from life :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After the 10th std board exams, her close firends had scattered into different streams like science, commerce, and arts. So now she was a friend to her friends friends also.. &lt;br /&gt;
Days went by. Sports, music, competitions, and&amp;nbsp;exams. Time came to fill in the slam books&amp;nbsp;and move on with the next phase of life - College :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O my !!&amp;nbsp;How did&amp;nbsp;time fly so fast ??&lt;br /&gt;
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Many took up&amp;nbsp;CET entrance tests and got seats in different fields of engineering and&amp;nbsp;medical studies.&lt;br /&gt;
But unlike all those students&amp;nbsp;Shravya took up Bachelors of Sciences (B.Sc).&lt;br /&gt;
Making new friends, writing lots of practical records and notes, drawing loads and loads of&amp;nbsp;botony and zoology record diagrams had become her routine now.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then one day while coming back from college she&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;met him.!!&lt;br /&gt;
Met him after 2 years of finishing&amp;nbsp;school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Madan . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಅಕ್ಕಿ&amp;nbsp;ರೊಟ್ಟಿ&amp;nbsp;ಅಂದ್ರೆ&amp;nbsp;ನನಗೋ&amp;nbsp;ಪ್ರಾಣ. ಅದರ ಜೊತೆ ಕಾಯಿ ಚಟ್ನೀ, ಬೆಲ್ಲ ತುಪ್ಪ, ಅಲ್ಲ ಚಟ್ನಿ ಪುಡಿ&amp;nbsp;ಎಣ್ಣೆ&amp;nbsp;ಹಚ್ಹ್ಕಂಡು&amp;nbsp;ತಿಂದ್ರಂತು&amp;nbsp;ಏನ್ ಸ್ವಾದಾ&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; ಅದೇನು ಕೈ ರುಚಿಯೋ ಅಜ್ಜಮ್ಮಂದು ಮಾತ್ರಾ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಊರಿಗೆ ಹೋದ್ರೆ ಅಲ್ಲಿಯ ನನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಮನೇಯವ್ರಿಗೆ ನಾನು ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದೆ ಹಬ್ಬ. ಕಾರಣ - ನನ್ನ&amp;nbsp; ಕಪಿಚೆಷ್ಟೆಗಳು,&amp;nbsp;ಕಸಿನ್ಸ್&amp;nbsp;ಯೆಲಾರ್ನು&amp;nbsp;ಕೂರ್ಸ್ಕೊಂದು&amp;nbsp;ಇಸ್ಪೀಟಿನ&amp;nbsp;ಆಟಗಳು,&amp;nbsp;ಕಣ್ಣಾ&amp;nbsp;ಮುಚಾಲೆ&amp;nbsp;ಆಟ,&amp;nbsp;ಮರಕೋತಿ&amp;nbsp;ಆಟ,&amp;nbsp;ಚೆನ್ನಾ&amp;nbsp;ಮನ್ನೀ ಆಟ,&amp;nbsp;ಗದ್ದೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲಕಡೆ ನಮ್ಮ ರಾಧಾನ್ತಗಳು&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದಾ ಎರಡಾ.&amp;nbsp;ಇಡಿ&amp;nbsp;ದಿನ&amp;nbsp;ಆಟಾ&amp;nbsp;ಆಟಾ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ನಾನು ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ಒಂದು ಸುಂದರವಾದ ಹವ್ಯಕ ಬ್ರಾಹ್ಮಣರ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ. ಹಳ್ಳಿ ವಾತಾವರಣ, ಹಸಿರು ಪ್ರದೇಶ, ತೋಟ ಗದ್ದೆಗಳು, ಎತ್ತಿನ ಗಾಡಿಗಳು, ಪರಿಚಯವಿರಲಿ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಇರಲಿ ವಿಶ್ವಾಸದಿಂದ ಮಾತನಾಡಿಸೋ ಜನಗಳು - ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಅದೇನೋ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿಯ ಅನುಭವ ಆಗೋದು ಉರಿಗೆ ಹೋದರೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಇನ್ನು ಅಲ್ಲಿಯ ಉಟ ತಿಂಡಿಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅಂತು ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಮಾತಿಲ್ಲ ಬಿಡಿ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಅಪ್ಪೆಹುಳಿ, ತಂಬ್ಳಿ,&amp;nbsp;ಮಾವಿನಹಣ್ಣಿನ&amp;nbsp;ಸಾಸ್ಮೆ,&amp;nbsp;ಅಮಟೆಕಾಯಿ ಗೊಜ್ಜು, ಹಲಸಿನ ಹಣ್ಣಿನ ಕೊಟ್ಟೆ ಕಡಬು,&amp;nbsp;ಅತ್ಹ್ರಾಸಾ (ತುಪ್ಪದ್ ಜೊತೆ)&amp;nbsp;- ಬಾಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀರು ೧೦೦ ಪರ್ಸೆಂಟು ಅಹಹಹ.!! ಅರೆ - ಹವ್ಯಕರ ಒಂದು ಸ್ಪೆಷಾಲಿಟಿ ತಿಂಡಿ&amp;nbsp;ಹೆಂಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಮರಿಯಲೇ&amp;nbsp;ಸಾದ್ಯಾ&amp;nbsp;- ತೆಳ್ಳವ್ವು - ಅದೇ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀರು ದೋಸೆ :)&amp;nbsp; ತಿಂದವರ&amp;nbsp;ಬಾಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇನ್ನು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಮತ್ತು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಅನ್ನೋ&amp;nbsp;ರಾಗಾ&amp;nbsp;ಗ್ಯಾರಂಟಿ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಒಹ್&amp;nbsp;ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಹೇಳ್ತಾ&amp;nbsp;ಇದ್ದೆ&amp;nbsp;ಅಲಾ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ರಜೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಅಜ್ಜಿ&amp;nbsp;ಹತ್ರಾ ಕುತ್ಕೊಂಡು ಒಂದು ರಾಶಿ ಹರಟೆ ಹೊಡಿಯೋದೆ ನಂದು ಒಂದು ದಿನನಿತ್ಯದ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ ಅನ್ನಿ. ಅವರಿಗೂ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಮೊಮ್ಮಗಳು ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಂದ ಬರೋದು ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕೆ&amp;nbsp;ಎರಡು ಸರ್ತಿ, ಅದು ಶಾಲೆಗೇ ರಜೆ ಬಿದ್ದಾಗ. ಈ&amp;nbsp;ಸಮಯವನ್ನ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಅವರಿಗೂ ಇಷ್ಟವಿಲ್ಲ. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಅವರು&amp;nbsp;ನಾ ಹೇಳೋ ಕಾಗೆ ಗುಬ್ಬಚಿ ಪುರಾಣಗಳನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಸಮಾಧಾನದಿಂದ ಕೇಳೋರು.&amp;nbsp;ಅವರು ನಮಗೆ ಹಳೆಯ&amp;nbsp;ಜಮಾನಾ&amp;nbsp;ಕಥೆಗಳನ್ನ ಹೇಳ್ತಿದ್ರು.&amp;nbsp;ಆ&amp;nbsp;ಕಥೆಗಳು ನನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಫ್ರೀಡಂ&amp;nbsp;ಫೈಟರ್&amp;nbsp;ಅಜ್ಜನ&amp;nbsp;ಬಗ್ಗೆ,&amp;nbsp;ಅವರ&amp;nbsp;ಕಾಲದ&amp;nbsp;ಐಶಾರಾಮಿಗಳ&amp;nbsp;ಬಗ್ಗೆ,&amp;nbsp;ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರ&amp;nbsp;ಸಿಧಾನ್ತಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಆಗಿರುತಿದ್ದವು.&amp;nbsp;ನಾನೋ&amp;nbsp;ಆ ಕಥೆಗಳನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಬಾಯಿ&amp;nbsp;ಬಿಟ್ಕೊಂಡು&amp;nbsp;ಕೇಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ -&amp;nbsp;ಹೌದಾ&amp;nbsp;ಅಜ್ಜಮ್ಮ&amp;nbsp;ಎಂದು :p&amp;nbsp; (ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಅಂದರೆ ನಾನು ಮಾತ್ರ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ಅಜ್ಜಮ್ಮ ಹೇಳಿ ಕರೀತಿದ್ದೆ - ಅವರಿಗೂ ಅದೇ ಇಷ್ಟವಾಗೋದು)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಮಕ್ಕಳೆಲ್ಲ ಮನೆಯ ಅಂಗಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಆಟವಾಡುತ್ತ ಜೋರು ಮಾತುಗಳು ಕೇಳಿಸಿದರೆ ಅವರು ಬಂದು ಹೇಳೋರು - &quot;ಆಟ ಕೋಟಲೆ ಆಗ್ತು ಮತ್ತೆ.&quot;&amp;nbsp;ಚಲೋ&amp;nbsp;ಮಾಡಿ&amp;nbsp;ಆದ್ಕಳವಪ. ಜಾಣ ಮಕ್ಕೋ ಅಲ್ದಾ :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ನಿಂಗೋಕೆ ಗೆರ್ಬೀಜ ಕೊಡ್ತೆ, ಗೆಣಸು&amp;nbsp;ಸುಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ಇದ್ದು - ಯಾರ್ಯಾರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಬೇಕು&amp;nbsp;ಕೈ&amp;nbsp;ಎತ್ತಿ&amp;nbsp;ಅಂದ್ರೆ&amp;nbsp;ನಾವೆಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದೇ&amp;nbsp;ಸಮನೆ&amp;nbsp;ಸ್ಪ್ರಿಂಗ್&amp;nbsp;ಥರ&amp;nbsp;ಕುಣಿದುಬಿದುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಈ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಗೆರ್ಬೀಜ, ಗೆಣಸು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt; ಸುಡೋದು ಹೇಗೆ ಹೇಳಿ -&amp;nbsp;ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ವಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಕೆಂಡದ&amp;nbsp;ಮೇಲೆ. ಅದರ&amp;nbsp;ರುಚಿ&amp;nbsp;ನೆ&amp;nbsp;ಬೇರೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ನನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ದೊಡ್ಡ&amp;nbsp;ಮಾವ&amp;nbsp;ನಮ್ಮನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಎತ್ತಿನ&amp;nbsp;ಗಾಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಹತ್ತಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು&amp;nbsp;ತೋಟಕ್ಕೆ&amp;nbsp;ಕರ್ಕೊಂಡು&amp;nbsp;ಹೋಗೋರು.&amp;nbsp;ಅಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಪೆರ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಹಣ್ಣು,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಈಚಲ&amp;nbsp;ಹಣ್ಣು,&amp;nbsp;ಮಾವಿನಕಾಯಿ,&amp;nbsp;ಹಲಸಿನ ಹಣ್ಣು&amp;nbsp;ಎಲ್ಲ ಎಷ್ಟು ಬೇಕೋ ಕಿತ್ಕೊಂಡು ತಿನ್ನಲು ಪೆರ್ಮಿಷನ್ನು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ವಾಹ್&amp;nbsp;ಅದೇನು&amp;nbsp;ಸಮಯ.&amp;nbsp;ಇವಾಗಲು&amp;nbsp;ನೆನಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಕಣ್ಣು&amp;nbsp;ಹಾಗೆಯೆ&amp;nbsp;ಅರಳುತ್ತದೆ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಹೀಗೆ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ಬೆಳೆದು ಬಂದ ನಾನು ಈಗ ಸುಮಾರು ದಿನಗಳೇ ಕಳೆದಿದ್ದವು&amp;nbsp;ಊರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಹೋಗಿ. ಕೆಲಸದ ಒತ್ತಡ, ರಜೆ ಸಿಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಬರೀ ಒಂದು ಎರಡು ದಿನದ&amp;nbsp;ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಲು ನನಗೆ ಇಷ್ಟವಿಲ್ಲ. ಒಂದು ಎರಡು ವಾರ ಊರಲ್ಲಿ ಟೆಂಟು ಹಾಕೋ ಪ್ಲಾನ್ ಹಾಕಿದವಳು ನಾನು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ದೊಡ್ಡ ಮಾವ ಹೋದ ಸೆಪ್ಟೆಂಬರ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ತೀರಿಕೊಂಡರು. ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಂದೆಯೇ ಬಾಳಿ ಬದುಕಬೇಕಾದ ಮಗ ಹೋದ ಕೊರಗಲ್ಲಿ ಅಜ್ಜಮ್ಮ ಕೂಡಾ ಮಾವಾ ಹೋದ ನಾಲ್ಕೈದು ತಿಂಗಳ ನಂತರ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಅಗಲಿ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಹೊರಟೆ ಬಿಟ್ಟರು :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ನಾ ಊರಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ ತಲಪುವುದಕ್ಕು ಅರ್ಧ ಘಂಟೆ ಮುಂಚೆ ಅಜ್ಜಮ್ಮ ಕಣ್ಣು ಮುಚಿದ್ದರಂತೆ. ಆ ದಿನ ನಾ ಬಹಳ ಆತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. ಅವರ ಕೊನೆಯ&amp;nbsp;ಕ್ಷಣದಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಅವರ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಎರಡು ಮಾತು ಮಾತಾಡಲು&amp;nbsp;ಆಗಲಿಲ್ವಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಅಂತ. ಇನ್ನು ಒಂದು ಘಂಟೆ ಮೊದಲು ಬಂದಿದ್ದರೆ ಅವರು ನನಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿರೋರು ಅಲ್ವಾ.!!&amp;nbsp; ಎದೆಯೆಲ್ಲ ಭಾರವಾದಂತೆ, ಕಣ್ಣು ತೆರೆದು ಅವರು ಹೋಗಿರುವ ಸತ್ಯವನ್ನು ಓಪ್ಪಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಧೈರ್ಯ ಇಲ್ಲದಂತೆ, ಗಂಟಲಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾತು ಮುಗಿದಂತೆ ಏನೇನೊ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಅನಿಸಿತು. ಹಾಗೆ ಕುಸಿದು ಕೂತು ಹೋದೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಇಷ್ಟು ಬೇಗ ಅವರು ಹೋಗಿ ಒಂದು&amp;nbsp;ವರ್ಷ ಆಗಿ ಹೋಯಿತು ನೋಡಿ.&amp;nbsp;ಅವರ ವರ್ಶಾಂತಕಕ್ಕೆ ನಾನು ಊರಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡಂತೆಯೇ&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದು ವಾರ ರಜೆ ಹಾಕಿ ಬಸ್ಸು ಹತ್ತಿಯೇಬಿಟ್ಟೆ. ಮನೆ ಅಂಗಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಲು ಇಟ್ಟಾಗ ಮೊದಲು ಕಂಡಿದ್ದು ಹಾಲ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ತೂಗಿ ಹಾಕಿರುವ ಅಜ್ಜಮ್ಮನ ಫೋಟೋ. ಕಣ್ಣಂಚಲಿ ಒಂದು ಹನಿ ಹನಿಯಿತು. ಕಣ್ಣು ಒರೆಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಒಳಗೆ ಕಾಲಿಟ್ಟೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ&amp;nbsp;ಸಂತೋಷ ನಾನು ತಂಗಿ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದು.&amp;nbsp;ಕಸಿನ್ಸ್&amp;nbsp;ಸುಮಾರು&amp;nbsp;ಜನ&amp;nbsp;ಸೇರಿದ್ವಿ.&amp;nbsp;ಆ ನಾಲಕ್ಕು ಐದು ದಿನಗಳಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಅದೆಷ್ಟು&amp;nbsp;ಹರಟೆಗಳು,&amp;nbsp;ಕಥೆಗಳು, ಆಟಗಳು, ಅದೆಷ್ಟು&amp;nbsp;ನಗು&amp;nbsp;..&amp;nbsp;ಗಂಟಲು&amp;nbsp;ಕೆರೆಯೋ&amp;nbsp;ಅಷ್ಟು ನಗು.&amp;nbsp;ಅಭಾ&amp;nbsp;ಇಷ್ಟು&amp;nbsp;ನಕ್ಕು&amp;nbsp;ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ದಿನಗಳೇ ಆಗಿ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದವು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ಹೆಂಗೆ ಒಂದು ವಾರಾ ಮುಗಿಯಿತೋ ಗೊತ್ತೇ ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ವಾಪಸ್ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಗಾಡಿ ಹತ್ತುವ ಸಮಯ ಬಂದೇಬಿಡ್ತು ನೋಡಿ. ಹೊರಡಲು ಒಂದು ಚೂರು ಮನಸ್ಸಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ಗತಿ ಇಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು ಬಸ್ ಹತ್ತಿದೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ&amp;nbsp;ಕ್ಷಣಗಳ&amp;nbsp;ನೆನಪಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/1674320474104020167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/1674320474104020167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/1674320474104020167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/1674320474104020167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;ಅಕ್ಕಿ ರೊಟ್ಟಿ ಮತ್ತೂ ನಿಂಬು ಶರಬತ್ &quot;..'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-2106346264789283387</id><published>2011-09-20T14:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2019-04-08T16:03:04.200+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="InteResting Q&#39;n right  . . . ."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Patience matters"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;IS IT SOOOO* DIFFICULT* ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;Difficult to have some patience when you are waiting for the signal to go green !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Difficult to be silent when somebody is trying to trigger a fight out of some stupid topic !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;Difficult to stand in&amp;nbsp;line when waiting for your turn to buy&amp;nbsp;food&amp;nbsp;or groceries&amp;nbsp;in a long line !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;Difficult not to get irritated when the line @ the ticket counters or in a bank still looks so long !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Difficult to try n understand parents when they expect something in return when they get old !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Difficult to give time to your loved ones when they want is - just some love, affection,&amp;nbsp;and care !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Difficult to work long hours in office when you are asked to stay n meet the deadlines !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Difficult to say NO to somebody who actually is trying to impose unnecessary work on u !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Difficult to listen to a friend when he/she wants to share their thoughts and&amp;nbsp;feelings with you !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Difficult to not show off in front of a person who is less educated than you !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Difficult to say Yes I love you when you really love the person standing right in front of you :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Difficult to not talk when you are not in a good mood/ angry so you can avoid being rude !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Difficult to say No when somebody is in love with you but you don’t feel the same !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Difficult to control your hands from honking when there is a traffic jam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Difficult to hold on to your values when in pressure&amp;nbsp;and tensions !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, these are some small small things we notice&amp;nbsp;and come across in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;
I was &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;just wondering -&lt;/span&gt; is it really So Difficult to Be&amp;nbsp;and Behave Normal ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Be Good, Behave Normal, Don’t&amp;nbsp;act crazy when you have a decent crowd around, who would have put equal amount of patience or may be more time than you to stand there waiting for their turns !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitely a thing to think&amp;nbsp;and act&lt;/i&gt; – &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Are we causing problems to others, Are others getting hurt with our actions, Are we being a pain in their neck ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;!!@!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mature and normal thinking Makes the Difference guys&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;!!@!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/2106346264789283387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/2106346264789283387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/2106346264789283387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/2106346264789283387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-it-soooo-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-110657859079398412</id><published>2011-03-18T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:24:13.785+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Miss You :)"/><title type='text'>Hosanna . . :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Dat&amp;nbsp;time @ dusk &lt;em&gt;something happend&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;when i crumpled @ the sight of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;reached the skies and back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my mom&#39;s scoldings have gone away with the wind :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;He went past by my doorsteps, without doing anything else !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;was shaken, I&amp;nbsp;was broken into pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;After he left&amp;nbsp;I went searching for my heart . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;came closer to Life,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;stood closer to Death !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;If u ask why,&amp;nbsp;I would say it was &lt;em&gt;love*&lt;/em&gt;. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hosanna*.!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Everybody&amp;nbsp;wants to know how i feel like ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;feel lik :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I wanna be here with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Its not enough to say that we are made for eachother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&#39;ll be there for you always&amp;nbsp;when you call out my name !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Feeling like the whole world has changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m here calling out your name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hellooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hellooooooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Colorful butterflies flying here n there searching for nector of our love.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A&amp;nbsp;cloud moves n touches every bit of my imagination,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Did the butterflies reach you ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Did the clouds touch you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;become a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;grabbed your hand to just&amp;nbsp;feel you&amp;nbsp;once for&amp;nbsp;all my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;When you say yes - to have love in me, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;hen you say yes - to join along with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;When you say just &quot;Hmmm&quot;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;You broke my heart into&amp;nbsp;peices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;wouldn&#39;t mind &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; breaking my heart a thousand times.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;All&amp;nbsp;I have is&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;Universe&amp;nbsp;of Love*&amp;nbsp;for you&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Word meaning -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;*Hosanna -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt; Help(save), i pray to you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/110657859079398412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/110657859079398412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/110657859079398412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/110657859079398412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2011/03/hosanna.html' title='Hosanna . . :))'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-6172641195486409409</id><published>2011-03-02T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:39:11.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ಮಹಾ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿ ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe2PNKUeatkSkCb03Ln6kJAB-OfASpf3zvsUTXOt8ykyhA7ZVqKWoRXaZWi80VnUUIb_zdaJIE8wG1NbqJhGcrcHUSTscZO56zXLPbdJIrqkTpy1XO4fNfnmDDd9kbwCO6rh8eTXGAus/s1600/shiva.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; l6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe2PNKUeatkSkCb03Ln6kJAB-OfASpf3zvsUTXOt8ykyhA7ZVqKWoRXaZWi80VnUUIb_zdaJIE8wG1NbqJhGcrcHUSTscZO56zXLPbdJIrqkTpy1XO4fNfnmDDd9kbwCO6rh8eTXGAus/s200/shiva.jpg&quot; width=&quot;158&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಇಂದು&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ಮಹಾ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿ&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಡೆ ಪೂಜೆ ಪುನಸ್ಕಾರಗಳು, ಓಂ ನಮಃ ಶಿವಾಯದ ಜಾಪಗಳು, ಭಜನೆಗಳು !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ತುಂಬಾ ಪುಣ್ಯ ದಿನ. ಇಂದು&amp;nbsp;ಉಪವಾಸ ವ್ರತ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಪೂರ್ತಿ ವರುಷ ವ್ರತ ಮಾಡಿದಷ್ಟು ಪುಣ್ಯವಂತೆ.&amp;nbsp;ಚಿಕ್ಕಂದಿನಿಂದ ಕೇಳಿದ ಕಥೆಗಳು ಸುಮಾರು, ಗುರು ಚರಿತ್ರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಅಭಾ ಅದೇನು ಕಥೆಗಳು - ಓದುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಒಂಥರಾ ಭಕ್ತಿ ಭಾವನೆ ಬರುವುದು. ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದು ಬೇರೆ ಲೋಕಕ್ಕೆ&amp;nbsp;ಕರೆದೊಯ್ಯುವಂತ ಶಕ್ತಿ ಉಳ್ಳ ಕಥೆಗಳು ಅವು :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಪುರಾಣಗಳ&amp;nbsp;ಪ್ರಕಾರ ಅನೇಕ ಕಥೆಗಳು&amp;nbsp;ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿಯ ಮಹಿಮೆಯನ್ನು ಹೇಳುತ್ತವೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಎರಡು ಕಥೆಗಳನ್ನು ಇಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೇನೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ಕಥೆ&amp;nbsp;1&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಒಂದು ಸರ್ತಿ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ ಮತ್ತು ವಿಷ್ಣುವಿನ ನಡುವೆ&amp;nbsp;ವಾಗ್ವಾದ ನಡೆಯಿತು -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಯಾರು ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಶ್ರೇಷ್ಠ ದೇವರು ಎಂದು.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಇವರಿಬ್ಬರ ಜಗಳ ನೋಡಿ ಭಯಭೀತರಾದ ಬಾಕಿ ದೇವತೆಗಳು ಈಶ್ವರನ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಬೇಡಿದರು ದೇವ ನೀನೆ ಈ ಜಗಳವನ್ನು ಪರಿಹರಿಸೆಂದು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಆಗ ಈಶ್ವರನು ಇವರಿಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಅವರ ತಪ್ಪಿನ ಅರಿವು ಮಾಡಿಸಲು&amp;nbsp;ಅಗ್ನಿ&amp;nbsp;ಲಿಂಗದ&amp;nbsp;ರೂಪ ತಾಲಿದನು.&amp;nbsp;ಅದರ ತುದಿಯನ್ನು (ಒರಿಜಿನ್)&amp;nbsp;ತಿಳಿಯಲು ಮತ್ತು ನಾನೇ ಅಧಿಕ ಅರ್ಹನೆಂದು ತೋರಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಇಬ್ಬರು&amp;nbsp;ನಿರ್ಧಾರ ಮಾಡಿದರು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನು &quot;ಹಂಸ&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ರೂಪ ತಾಳಿ ಆಕಾಶದತ್ತ ಹಾರಿದನು.&amp;nbsp;ವಿಷ್ಣು &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ವರಾಹ&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ರೂಪ ತಾಳಿ&amp;nbsp;ಭೂಮಿ ಪ್ರವೇಶಿಸಿದನು. ಆದರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಬೆಳಕಿಗೆ(ಪ್ರಕಾಶ - ಬೆಂಕಿಗೆ) ಎಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಉಂಟು ಇತಿ ಮಿತಿ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಅವರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಅದರ&amp;nbsp;ಕೊನೆಯೇ&amp;nbsp;ಕಾಣಲಿಲ್ಲ.&amp;nbsp;ಈ ಹುಡುಕಾಟದ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನು&amp;nbsp;ಕೇತಕಿ&amp;nbsp;ಪುಷ್ಪವನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ ಕೇಳಿದ&amp;nbsp;ನೀನು ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಬಂದಿರುವೆ ?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಕೇತಕಿ&amp;nbsp;ಉತ್ತರಿಸಿದಳು&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ನನ್ನನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಲಿಂಗದ ಮೇಲೆ&amp;nbsp;ಪೂಜೆಗೆಂದು&amp;nbsp;ಅರ್ಪಿಸಲಾಗಿದೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಪಾಪ&amp;nbsp;ಸುಸ್ತಾಗಿದ್ದ&amp;nbsp;ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನು&amp;nbsp;ಯೋಚಿಸಿದ&amp;nbsp;ಹೇಗೂ&amp;nbsp;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಲಿಂಗದ&amp;nbsp;ತುದಿಯು&amp;nbsp;ಸಿಕ್ಕಿಲ್ಲ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಆದರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಮೇಲ್ಭಾಗಕ್ಕೆ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಕೆತಕಿಯನ್ನು&amp;nbsp;ಅರ್ಪಿಸಿದ&amp;nbsp;ಕಾರಣ&amp;nbsp;ಈ&amp;nbsp;ಹೂವನ್ನೇ&amp;nbsp;ನನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ&amp;nbsp;ಆಗಿಸಿ&amp;nbsp;ಕರೆದೊಯ್ದರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಹೇಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಎಂದು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JLO_z_0mMAI6hExj3bSJUofaQofM6LFSVZBjJAilbBFgAgaYKR1UoASnhBkZXD7lW57N-OA1KWttycwLz8fLLvBeu4MbWBN4gk82OoZpsEwvorrj-sRIlyj_wTnN4NFmDr5E-r78LR0/s1600/lingodbhava+moorthy.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಇದು&amp;nbsp;ಈಶ್ವರನಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಗೊತ್ತಾಗಿ&amp;nbsp;ಅವನ&amp;nbsp;ನಿಜ&amp;nbsp;ರೂಪದಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಬಂದು ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಶಾಪ&amp;nbsp;ಕೊಟ್ಟನು - ನೀನು ಸುಳ್ಳು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ನಿನ್ನನ್ನು ಯಾರು ಪೂಜಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಮತ್ತು ಸುಳ್ಳು ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ ಹೇಳಿದಕ್ಕೆ ಕೇತಕಿ ಪುಷ್ಪವು ಇನ್ನು ಮೇಲೆ ಯಾವುದೇ ಪೂಜೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅರ್ಪಿಸಲು ಅರ್ಹಳಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; l6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JLO_z_0mMAI6hExj3bSJUofaQofM6LFSVZBjJAilbBFgAgaYKR1UoASnhBkZXD7lW57N-OA1KWttycwLz8fLLvBeu4MbWBN4gk82OoZpsEwvorrj-sRIlyj_wTnN4NFmDr5E-r78LR0/s320/lingodbhava+moorthy.bmp&quot; width=&quot;227&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಇದೆಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ನಡೆದಿದ್ದು&amp;nbsp;ಫಾಲ್ಗುಣ ತಿಂಗಳ&amp;nbsp;ಹದಿನಾಲ್ಕನೇ ದಿನದಂದು. ಈ ದಿನ ಈಶ್ವರನು ಮೊದಲ ಸಲ ಲಿಂಗದ ರೂಪದಲ್ಲಿ ಅವತಾರ&amp;nbsp;ತಾಳಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ&amp;nbsp;ಮಹಾ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿ ಎಂದು ಆಚರಿಸುವರು. ಈ ಲಿಂಗವನ್ನು&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;ಲಿಂಗೊದ್ಭವಮೂರ್ತಿ&lt;/u&gt; ಎಂದು ಕೂಡ ಕರೆಯುತ್ತಾರೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;**--------**--------**-----------**-------------**-----------**-------------**--------**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ಕಥೆ&amp;nbsp;2&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಒಂದು ಊರಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ಬಡವನಿದ್ದ.&amp;nbsp;ಆತನು&amp;nbsp;ಈಶ್ವರನ&amp;nbsp;ಪರಮ&amp;nbsp;ಭಕ್ತಾ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ds_gJ5wOWML6XWPSkiCb2BmvSeKyfakllvTCSM7BCiI6qf1hP3DkLXHzuNTUJVEGZ4dxaGb_j3szKfhtLLjez42dWCmi4WOaRLfhfVhZSpJkUYk4lXaZQMJSIOyU4WdDQfD_AIbmqP0/s1600/shivaratri.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಒಂದು ದಿನ&amp;nbsp;ಆತ&amp;nbsp;ಸೌದೆ ತರಲು&amp;nbsp;ಕಾಡಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಹೋದನು.&amp;nbsp;ತುಂಬಾ&amp;nbsp;ಒಳಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಹೋದ ಕಾರಣ&amp;nbsp;ಅವನು&amp;nbsp;ದಾರಿ&amp;nbsp;ತಪ್ಪಿದ. ಬಹಳ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಆಗಿತ್ತು. ಮನೆಗೆ ಹಿಂದಿರುಗಲು ದಾರಿ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗಲ್ಲಿಲ.&amp;nbsp;ಕಾಡು&amp;nbsp;ಪ್ರಾಣಿಗಳ&amp;nbsp;ಶಬ್ದ&amp;nbsp;ಕೇಳಿ&amp;nbsp;ಭಯ ಆಯಿತು. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ&amp;nbsp;ರಾತ್ರಿ&amp;nbsp;ಕಳೆಯಲು&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದು ಮರದ ಕೊಂಬೆಯನ್ನು ಹತ್ತಿ ಕುಳಿತ. ಕೊಂಬೆಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಕುಳಿತ ಅವನಿಗೆ ಭಯ ಕಾಡಿತು, ನಿದ್ರೆ ಬಂದು ಬಿದ್ದು ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಏನು ಗತಿ ಎಂದು.&amp;nbsp;ಎಚ್ಚರವಾಗಿರಲು&amp;nbsp;ಅವನು&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದು&amp;nbsp;ಉಪಾಯ&amp;nbsp;ಮಾಡಿದ -&amp;nbsp;ರಾತ್ರಿಯೆಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಈಶ್ವರನ ಸ್ಮರಣೆ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಾ ಕೊಂಬೆಯ ಎಲೆಗಳನ್ನು&amp;nbsp;ಕಿತ್ತು ಕೆಳಗೆ ಹಾಕತೊಡಗಿದ. ಬೆಳಗಾದಾಗ&amp;nbsp;ಅವನು ಕೆಳಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ನೋಡಿದ - ಅವಾಗ ಅವನಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಅರಿವಾಇತು ರಾತ್ರಿಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ಎಲೆಗಳನ್ನು ಕಿತ್ತು ಹಾಕಿದ್ದು ಬೆಳಗಾಗೊವಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಸಾವಿರ ಎಲೆಗಳ ಲೆಕ್ಕ ದಾಟಿತ್ತು :)&amp;nbsp;ಮತ್ತು&amp;nbsp;ಆ&amp;nbsp;ಎಲೆಗಳು ಒಂದು&amp;nbsp;ಈಶ್ವರ&amp;nbsp;ಲಿಂಗದ&amp;nbsp;ಮೇಲೆ&amp;nbsp;ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ದವು :))&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;149&quot; l6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ds_gJ5wOWML6XWPSkiCb2BmvSeKyfakllvTCSM7BCiI6qf1hP3DkLXHzuNTUJVEGZ4dxaGb_j3szKfhtLLjez42dWCmi4WOaRLfhfVhZSpJkUYk4lXaZQMJSIOyU4WdDQfD_AIbmqP0/s200/shivaratri.bmp&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಅವನಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಅರಿವಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಆ ಮರವು&amp;nbsp;ಬಿಲ್ವ ಮರಾ ಎಂದು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಈ ರೀತಿ ರಾತ್ರಿಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ಉಪವಾಸವಿದ್ದು ಈಶ್ವರನ ಸ್ಮರಿಸುತ್ತ ಬಿಲ್ವ&amp;nbsp;ಪತ್ರೆ ಇಂದ&amp;nbsp;ಪೂಜೆ&amp;nbsp;ಸಲ್ಲಿಸಿದ&amp;nbsp;ಕಾರಣ&amp;nbsp;ಈಶ್ವರನಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಬಹಳ&amp;nbsp;ಸಂತೋಷವಾಯಿತು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಖುಷಿ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಯಿಂದ&amp;nbsp;ವರದಾನ ಕೊಟ್ಟನು. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಈ ಕಥೆಯನ್ನು ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿಯ ದಿನ&amp;nbsp;ಪಟಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;ಮಹಾ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿಯು ಜ್ಞಾನದ ಜ್ಯೋತಿ ಬೆಳಗಿಸಿ ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಸ್ಥಿಮಿತದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಟ್ಟುಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ವಿಧಾನ ಕಲಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;ಚುಮು ಚುಮು ಚಳಿಯ&amp;nbsp;ಕಾಲ&amp;nbsp;ಮುಗಿದು&amp;nbsp;ಬೇಸಿಗೆಯ&amp;nbsp;ಆರಂಭ&amp;nbsp;ಸೂಚಿಸುತ್ತದೆ&amp;nbsp;ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿ :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;ಹೌದು - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;ಚಳಿ ಚಳಿ ಅಂದಾಗ ನೆನಪಾಯಿತು -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಚಳಿಯು ಶಿವ&amp;nbsp;ಶಿವಾ ಎಂದು&amp;nbsp;ನಮ್ಮನ್ನ&amp;nbsp;ಬಿಡುವ&amp;nbsp;ಹಾಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ನಾವು&amp;nbsp;ಎನನ್ನು ಬಿಡ್ತಾ&amp;nbsp;ಇದ್ದೇವೆ&amp;nbsp;ಶಿವನ ಹೆಸರಲ್ಲಿ ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;ಏನಾದರೂ&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದು ದುರಭ್ಯಾಸವೇ ಇರಬಹುದಲ್ಲವೇ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/6172641195486409409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/6172641195486409409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/6172641195486409409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/6172641195486409409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='ಮಹಾ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿ ..'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe2PNKUeatkSkCb03Ln6kJAB-OfASpf3zvsUTXOt8ykyhA7ZVqKWoRXaZWi80VnUUIb_zdaJIE8wG1NbqJhGcrcHUSTscZO56zXLPbdJIrqkTpy1XO4fNfnmDDd9kbwCO6rh8eTXGAus/s72-c/shiva.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-483598421373098423</id><published>2011-02-08T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2019-04-08T16:40:09.608+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="InteResting Q&#39;n right  . . . ."/><title type='text'>Y marriage :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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&lt;em&gt;Y marriage.??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Now that&#39;s an InteResting Q&#39;n right !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmm -&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;It&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;a lifetime Commitment&amp;nbsp;based on Trust, Respect for each other, Love, Liking, Care, etc etc&lt;/em&gt;.. is what we get to hear from people who are either in love or from people who&amp;nbsp;are married. That is also correct in a way. &lt;em&gt;Aha !&amp;nbsp;Good to hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By the way - An age to get married is very crucial&amp;nbsp;in ones life (like a milestone) !! &amp;nbsp;:) :P&lt;br /&gt;
But&amp;nbsp; s.o.m.e.t.i.m.e.s&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;nbsp;I really wonder - Y marriage ?? &lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thinking aloud on this I happened to get into a conversation with&amp;nbsp;one of my cosin, but still&amp;nbsp;we couldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;get a proper answer to the question though we spent some 40-45 min of the ISD call on this :)&amp;nbsp; (call was incoming, so I had no problem with the time hehehe.).!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ok, so keeping aside the call charges n the duration of the call :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is how it went -&lt;br /&gt;
He had&amp;nbsp;asked me&amp;nbsp;a q&#39;n similar to the one&amp;nbsp;that I had had in my&amp;nbsp;mind from a long time. He asked me &lt;em&gt;&quot;Uma why should a&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;married&quot;&lt;/em&gt; ??&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;thought for few seconds n replied - Well, I may say, &lt;em&gt;Marriage is to get a life partner who can be with you in both your good n bad times, to share your feelings n your thoughts with each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He cut my&amp;nbsp;sentence inbetween n said - &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;U&lt;em&gt;ma even you have your friends to be with you all the time to share your thoughts&amp;nbsp;n feelings right ?? Then&amp;nbsp;Y marriage.??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Again the same qn was thrown in my court.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmm, now I had to answer him in a more convincing way on this.&lt;br /&gt;
So &lt;em&gt;in simple terms I said - dude, friends are of course&amp;nbsp;there n will be there but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;they can&#39;t&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;be with you all the times right.?&amp;nbsp;And moreover you can&#39;t share your bed with your friends right ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;thought that was an intelligent answer for him to get convinced. (but I din&#39;t know that it&amp;nbsp;was coming back to me as a&amp;nbsp;bouncer.)&lt;br /&gt;
He asked me again - &lt;em&gt;but Uma you sure can share it&amp;nbsp;with the&amp;nbsp;so called friends if they are fine with you going a bit further. right.!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
n boom !!. I was speechless for few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
So I spoke again. &lt;em&gt;But dear, then it wouldn&#39;t be called as Friendship right.&lt;/em&gt;??&amp;nbsp; It is more like Friends with Benefits.&lt;br /&gt;
It would then go under a category called&amp;nbsp;as: affairs, flirtings, time passes, etc. Friendship subsides there!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;n This time it was his turn to go Speechless. Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And it went on like this for&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;few mins.&lt;br /&gt;
Then we thought okay we better give some time for the thought&amp;nbsp;n then talk again on this with new set of inputs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Q&#39;n is still there - Y marriage.??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;what&#39;s the purpose of it when life can still go on even otherwise !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;So, incase you get a better answer to this then&amp;nbsp;do write into me pls. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Regards&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Uma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;My daily pick up for&amp;nbsp;office&amp;nbsp;was @ 6.40 am&amp;nbsp;and the cab used to come by 6.35 am.&amp;nbsp;I had to get up by 5.30 to get ready &amp;amp; also help my mom in kitchen. Being a Suryavamshi, I did not like waking up so early, but slowly I had started liking the morning walks to the bus stop. Fresh air, cold breeze, people jogging and walking (inspiring). I realized that&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;started looking forward&amp;nbsp;for my pick up&lt;/em&gt; and getting up that early&amp;nbsp;morning wasn&#39;t hell anymore. And to add to this, my commute to office had become nicer. Why?&amp;nbsp; Because I had made a new friend on the way to my office. If you are wondering&amp;nbsp;what so special in this - I and this new friend - w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;e both had never spoken to each other but still we knew each other :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;This new friend, I discovered used to stand near a tea stall next to the Ramaiah&amp;nbsp;stop just before the pizza hut from around 6.45 am till 7 or 7.15 am&amp;nbsp;to have&amp;nbsp;tea&amp;nbsp;with his friend.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;had never noticed&amp;nbsp;that he&amp;nbsp;was looking @ me. My colleague told me one day - I think that guy is looking @ you. I ignored at first, then as the days passed, I noticed he was actually looking @ me daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I figured there was a different spark&amp;nbsp;and a different smile in his eyes when he&amp;nbsp;looked @&amp;nbsp;me&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;as n when&amp;nbsp;my cab used to pass that spot. He was there everyday &amp;amp; so was I :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Missing these few seconds&amp;nbsp;of the day, I would feel as if i&#39;m missing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;My cab mates were fun including the cab driver. And my cab driver I guess had observed this guy looking at me. To add to the teasing from my cab mates, he used to honk as soon as we crossed the Ramaiah signal - giving an indication to that guy that we are here hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;My cab mates had already made him my boyfriend - and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;never complained ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;One day i had to take a leave, I couldn&#39;t see him and the&amp;nbsp;next day he was there in his spot. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;But this time with a question in his eyes asking me where was I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Why was I absent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know why, but it felt good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felt good thinking somebody had missed me in my absence :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;[And so, after that&amp;nbsp;I had not applied leave again.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Best part was - it was almost more than 3-4 mths for this and&amp;nbsp;I had not seen his friend&#39;s face till date though he used to stand right next to this guy. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;And then the unexpected happened&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Because of some stupid thing called Day light saving, my office timing was changed from 8-5 to 9-6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;So my pick up time also had changed from 6.40 to 7.40 am. And&amp;nbsp;since then&amp;nbsp;I haven&#39;t seen him :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I did not know how to tell him about the change in time. It has been 3 mths now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just wanted to say :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/4711417657577184278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/4711417657577184278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/4711417657577184278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/4711417657577184278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2011/02/they-say-some-relations-come-with-only.html' title='They say - some relations come with only a certain span of lifetime....after which they are just not there but you have ther swt memories :)'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgOzmQPgo0uBQvLyZVGoL_Y-XBO7QOLSqICYBWURndq5nJzudOVwaf-frPeX9f50rWFhFQ3RS753At_RSsD_-W3khdMpJNfhmg3EQz-9zenraThYJTi4sYAmPs5dhbBHz_QgzuGkhEu8/s72-c/miss-you.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-8152486042642705065</id><published>2011-02-02T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:57:52.142+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳು - ಉತ್ತರಗಳು . . . . ."/><title type='text'>ಹೀಗೆ ಒಂದು ಯೋಚನೆಯ ಸಂಜೆ . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;ಅದೆಷ್ಟೋ ಸರ್ತಿ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು ಉಂಟು&amp;nbsp;ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಅನ್ನು ಬರೆಯ ಬೇಕೆಂದು, ಆದರೆ ಅದೇನೋ ತಳಮಲಾ ಅದೇನೋ ಗೊಂದಲ ಅದೇನೇನೋ&amp;nbsp;ಯೋಚನೆಗಳು&amp;nbsp;- ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಏನೆಂದು ತಿಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಸರಿ ಯೋಚಿಸಿದ್ದು ಇದೆ ಏನಿರಬಹುದು ಇ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ವಿಚಲಿತ ಭಾವದ ಕಾರಣ ಎಂದು ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;ಜೀವನ ಮತ್ತು ಅದರ ಏರು ಪೇರುಗಳು ಒಂದು ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಯನ್ನು ತುಂಬಾ ಬದಲಾಯಿಸಿಬಿಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಎಷ್ಟರ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಎಂದರೆ ಆತನು ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಅವನ ಜೀವನ ಪುಟಗಳನ್ನೂ ತಿರುವಿ ನೋಡಿದಾಗ ಅವನಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ ಆಗಿನ ನನಗೂ ಈವಾಗಿನ ನನಗು ಎಷ್ಟು ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸ ಅಂತ.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;ಜೀವನದ ರೀತಿ ನೀತಿಗಳು ಬಲು ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ. ನಾವು ಅಂದುಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದು ಒಂದು ಆಗುವುದು ಒಂದು. ಇದು ಸ್ವಂತ ಅನುಭವದ ಮಾತು. &quot;ಆಗುವುದೆಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದಕ್ಕೆ&quot; ಅನ್ನೋ ಅನುಭವದ ಮಾತು. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; s5=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV_1YHEGYMSSgzch3rn2blv4bQu7OknPWCnoRR0DQY_yRvKGmhLXsMNuIuy7GUwIyM7MMh5TYT6VMaMGFJ3c4aCJkQLEdftaXixpxZZTWY-V3qH1BMOFNnHLsQF8j6vQ9JMOTIJRMcY8/s200/life.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ಮತ್ತೆ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಹುಟ್ಟು, ಬಾಲ್ಯ,&amp;nbsp;ಯೌವನ, ಮುಪ್ಪು&amp;nbsp;ಹೀಗೆ ಬೇರೆ ಬೇರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಹಂತಗಳು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;ಪ್ರತಿ ಹಂತದಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಗು&amp;nbsp;ದಿನನಿತ್ಯದ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟೊಂದು ವಿಷಯಗಳು ಇವೆ ಕಲಿಯುವುದಕ್ಕೆ. ಹೊಸ ದಿನ, ಹೊಸ ಕಲಿಕೆ, ಹೊಸ ಜನರ ಪರಿಚಯ, ಹೊಸ ಅನುಭವಗಳು ಹೀಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ವಿಷಯಗಳು ಜೀವನ ಸಾಗಿಸಲಿಕ್ಕೆ. ಇದೆಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಯೋಚಿಸಿದಾಗ&amp;nbsp;ಅನಿಸುವುದು ಜೀವನ&amp;nbsp;ಎಷ್ಟು&amp;nbsp;ಚಿಕ್ಕದು. ತಿಳಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾಧಿಸುವುದಕ್ಕೆ&amp;nbsp;ಇನ್ನು ಬೇಕಾದಷ್ಟು ಇದೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;ಈ ಜಿಗಿ ಜಿಗಿಯ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು&amp;nbsp;ಅನಗತ್ಯ ವಿಚಾರಗಳಿಗಾಗಿ&amp;nbsp;ತುಂಬಾ ಸಮಯ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇವೆ&amp;nbsp;ಎಂದು&amp;nbsp;ಅನಿಸಿತು. ಮೂರು ಹೊತ್ತು ಆಫಿಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಕುಳಿತು&amp;nbsp;ಕಡಿಯುವುದಾದರು ಎಂತದು.&amp;nbsp;ದೇಹ&amp;nbsp;ಕಾಪಾಡಲು ಬಟ್ಟೆ, ಊಟ ತಿಂಡಿಗಳು, ತಲೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಒಂದು ಸೂರು. ಇಷ್ಟಕ್ಕೊಸ್ಕರ ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಪರದಾಟ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಉದ್ಯೋಗ ಬೇಕು, ಬ್ರಾಂಡ್ ಬಟ್ಟೆಗಳೇ ಬೇಕು,&amp;nbsp;ಆರಾಮಿನ ಜೀವನ, ಹೀಗೆ ಕಮಿತ್ಮೆಂತುಗಳು&amp;nbsp;ನಮ್ಮನ್ನ ವಿಶ್ರನ್ತಿಸಲು ಸಮಯ ಕೊಡುವುದು ಹೇಗೆ.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;ಇದೆಲ್ಲದರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ಹವ್ಯಾಸ ಇಷ್ಟಗಲ್ಲನ್ನ ಎಷ್ಟರ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಪೋಷಿಸುತ್ತಿದೇವೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನಾವು ಕಷ್ಟ ಪಡುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಹುಟ್ಟಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp;ಒಂದು ಅರ್ಥವನ್ನು ಹುಡುಕಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೇನೆ.!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳು&lt;/strong&gt; ಸುಮಾರು - ಅದರ &lt;strong&gt;ಉತ್ತರಗಳು&lt;/strong&gt; ನಮ್ಮ ಹತ್ತಿರವೇ ಇದೆಯೆಂದು ಅನಿಸಿತು.&amp;nbsp;ಯೋಚಿಸುವಂತಹ ವಿಷಯ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/8152486042642705065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/8152486042642705065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/8152486042642705065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/8152486042642705065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='ಹೀಗೆ ಒಂದು ಯೋಚನೆಯ ಸಂಜೆ . . . .'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV_1YHEGYMSSgzch3rn2blv4bQu7OknPWCnoRR0DQY_yRvKGmhLXsMNuIuy7GUwIyM7MMh5TYT6VMaMGFJ3c4aCJkQLEdftaXixpxZZTWY-V3qH1BMOFNnHLsQF8j6vQ9JMOTIJRMcY8/s72-c/life.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-7620723893806399696</id><published>2010-07-07T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:45:10.090+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Its only coz of your parents you are here.."/><title type='text'>Love described @ its Best . . . .but sad though . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;when you were 1 yr&amp;nbsp;baby&amp;nbsp;Parents fed you and bathed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by crying all nite making them sacrifycing thier sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;when you wer 2 they taught you to walk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by running away whenever&amp;nbsp;they called..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;when you wer&amp;nbsp;4&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;gave you crayons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;you thanked them by colouring the walls of the house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;when you wer&amp;nbsp;6 they&amp;nbsp;walked you to school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;you thanked them by screaming &quot;I WILL&amp;nbsp;NOT GO TO SCHOOL :( &quot;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;when you wer&amp;nbsp;13 they suggested a nice haircut for you,you thanked them by saying&amp;nbsp;they dont have a good taste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;when you wer 15 they warned you not to watch certain TV shows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;you thanked them by waiting untill they left the house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;when you wer&amp;nbsp;19 they payed all your college n tuition fees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by saying gudbye outside the campus, so you woudnt be embarrassed infront of your friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;when you wer&amp;nbsp;20 they tried to be friendly with you n asked if you liked some1,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by saying &quot;its none of your business&quot;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;when you wer 21 they suggested certain careers for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by saying you dont want to be old fashioned like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;when you wer 27 they payed for your wedding and&amp;nbsp;cried in happiness seeing you becoming resposible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by moving away with your partner leaving&amp;nbsp;them alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;when you wer&amp;nbsp;30 they called with some advice for the baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by saying &quot;things are dofferent now&quot;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;when you wer 50 they fell ill and needed you to take care of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;you thanked&amp;nbsp;them by reading the burden parents story n left&amp;nbsp;them in old age home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;These are&amp;nbsp;some things that should never be hapening from your end to your parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Never ever let these things happen even around you to anyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Parents do soooo much for us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Be with them n&amp;nbsp;luv them more than they luv you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Datz the best gift of life you can ever give them from your side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;TAKE CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/7620723893806399696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/7620723893806399696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/7620723893806399696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/7620723893806399696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-described-its-best-but-sad-though.html' title='Love described @ its Best . . . .but sad though . . . .'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-1711388670978156210</id><published>2010-06-29T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:42:13.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Observation . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;People around you observe you so much..&lt;br /&gt;
My mom used to say - &lt;br /&gt;
Beta you only think that nobody is seeing us, But the fact is&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;You see the world with only two eyes . . Whereas the world sees you through a thousand eyes&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *_*&lt;br /&gt;
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Thats so very true..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/1711388670978156210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/1711388670978156210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/1711388670978156210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/1711388670978156210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2010/06/observation.html' title='Observation . .'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-9028974880191024334</id><published>2010-06-29T09:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:50:51.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kuch ankahi si baatein . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Some questions are so miscellenious types - hai na.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;when we want something to stay it doesnt, and when we want something not happen it surely happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;why is that so ??&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;its somewhat&amp;nbsp;like that song . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;kyu chalti hai pavan,&amp;nbsp; kyu chalta&amp;nbsp;hai gagan, kyu&amp;nbsp;machalta hai mann, na tum jaano na ham..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Same is with words.. people with agree with me when i say [its the case most of the times with many of us] - &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;when we want to say something very desperately we tend to&amp;nbsp;fall short of words&quot;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Well this doesnt happen all the times though unless you have fallen in love or you are facing something that is giving you a nervous or a tensed feeling hehehe&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Sometimes it just happens that you dont speak anything much but still&amp;nbsp;you convey your feelings across easily with your expressions n actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Ankahi baatein bhi bhi bohot kuch keh jaati hai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Ok let me give you a small example..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;why do you think you are not able to see&amp;nbsp;the persons face when you hug them.??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Now thats because some things are just meant to be felt &amp;amp; not to be seen !!@!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;same way some things are just meant to be understood without words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *_*&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/9028974880191024334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/9028974880191024334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/9028974880191024334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/9028974880191024334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2010/06/kuch-ankahi-si-baatein.html' title='kuch ankahi si baatein . . . .'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-407291164197935314</id><published>2010-06-27T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:07:19.930+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Think before you Speak.."/><title type='text'>Sometimes You Just Feel Like Saying  *Mind Your Own Business* . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wonder why on earth can&#39;t people Mind their own work&amp;nbsp;and move on.!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;It&amp;nbsp;just happend&amp;nbsp;sometime back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A small incident from my surroundings. It&amp;nbsp;was in my degree then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Basically just on an overview it was nothing big, but the way it was portrayed made the whole scene look the other way which it was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Ok now not wasting much time let me tell you what had happend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;It was the&amp;nbsp;Dec month&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;we were&amp;nbsp;quiet excited as&amp;nbsp;we were&amp;nbsp;going on college trip finally in the 3rd year of my degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A time to cherish all&amp;nbsp;our life was coming&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;way, beacause&amp;nbsp;we frends were&amp;nbsp;going to&amp;nbsp;enjoy&amp;nbsp;for a whole 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;O M G just imagine 1 week&amp;nbsp;we were&amp;nbsp;free to freak out&amp;nbsp;just by ourselves&amp;nbsp;with no interuption of&amp;nbsp;parents asking you a 101 questions on anything for that matter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;and so dreaming about&amp;nbsp;the trip finally the day of&amp;nbsp;our departure came. We were 56 ppl from&amp;nbsp;the batch including our guide + our lecturer. It was a night train that was booked from here to Cochin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;That day morning all the students were supposed to&amp;nbsp;meet in the college to submit&amp;nbsp;our Id cards for the ticket&amp;nbsp;verification thing.&amp;nbsp;Now there was this girl called Shravya whose incident i am going to tell now..and there was this guy Mr.X&amp;nbsp; who was a&amp;nbsp;school frend of hers who happend to pass by&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;house that day before she left&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;college, he gave&amp;nbsp;a call to her to&amp;nbsp;see if&amp;nbsp;she was @ home, though&amp;nbsp;she told him not to come&amp;nbsp;home but still that shameless&amp;nbsp;creature directly crashed into her&amp;nbsp;house to say hi hello bye&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;her as&amp;nbsp;she was going for trip that evening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;she told him that&amp;nbsp;she is&amp;nbsp;going to college&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;they can meet some other time. This frend&amp;nbsp;Mr.X&amp;nbsp;agreed and&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;left for the college. But the problem came when the aunty&amp;nbsp;staying below&amp;nbsp;their house&amp;nbsp;saw&amp;nbsp;Shravya with this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;That evening&amp;nbsp;nothing happend.&amp;nbsp;Shravya never realised what was in store&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;her next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Then 1 week&amp;nbsp;we had&amp;nbsp;had full fun. Cochin, Veega land - water sports, Kovalam, Madurai Meenakshi,&amp;nbsp;Kodaikanal, Kanyakumari oh wow what a time that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;We&amp;nbsp;came back by the new year&amp;nbsp;eve full happy enthu n all. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Again&amp;nbsp;the 1st 2 days after&amp;nbsp;the return&amp;nbsp;she did not realise that&amp;nbsp;her parents were behaving somewat with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;later in&amp;nbsp;the 3rd evening&amp;nbsp;she came to know about this change when&amp;nbsp;her mom asked :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Mom - Beta who had come home that day when you wer leaving for trip ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Shravya&amp;nbsp;- Nobody Ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Mom - Dont lie. just try n remember who had come !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Shravya - sure ma i dont think anybody came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Mom -&amp;nbsp; Are you sure ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Shravya&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp; by now&amp;nbsp;was thinking why are they asking me like this and who had come home n what was the scene altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then after giving some hard work to&amp;nbsp;her brain&amp;nbsp;she remembered about this frend who had dropped by and told&amp;nbsp;her mom that Yes this guy had come home and&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;forgot to tell you in that excitement of going for the trip that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;But then&amp;nbsp;her mom&amp;nbsp;wud not believe&amp;nbsp;her because that evening the aunty who had seen&amp;nbsp;Shravya going out with&amp;nbsp;this guy&amp;nbsp;had told&amp;nbsp;shravyas mom a diffrent version of this scene as if the guy was&amp;nbsp;her Boyfrend.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;and so you can imagine about the scene in Shravyas house next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;and this made me wonder - &lt;em&gt;what on earth was that ladys problem ??&amp;nbsp; coudnt she mind her own business and carry on her work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happiness do people get on putting spice to such normal things and making them a big item news for them to sit n enjoy the tension we have later is it ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;what was her headache if&amp;nbsp;Shravya was going out with&amp;nbsp;her frend. right ??&amp;nbsp; It wasnt that big deal for this lady. but still she had to poke her nose into others life n create a drama there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;But the impact it had gave such a mark in my life like the footprints on wet cement, that sometimes i get scared of talking to these auntys nowadays. who knows when what story will be cooked up against you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now dear frends dont you agree with my question that i started with !!&lt;br /&gt;
just feel like saying na - &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only people could talk &quot;TO&quot; one another than talking &quot;ABOUT&quot; one another, the world would have been a great place to live in.. right !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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what say ppl . . . . . Am i&amp;nbsp; right&amp;nbsp; :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/407291164197935314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/407291164197935314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/407291164197935314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/407291164197935314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2010/06/someties-you-just-feel-like-saying-mind.html' title='Sometimes You Just Feel Like Saying  *Mind Your Own Business* . . . . .'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4kbuqc-5QFELNOImL8fHpWArbA5eUt-SruVZxE_Ets3uzOoqV-9UCW10oKTAEO9Dk2HVnTVDLWY3guigESnRfUpR1R0cQ8zMW71vBleZCuaZQKUjBEMgxsdKThrgpK6g0GKJJjJj7E0/s72-c/DSC00283.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-1527381836828291642</id><published>2010-03-16T12:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:37:34.323+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ಯುಗಾದಿ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು"/><title type='text'>ಯುಗಾದಿ . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ಯುಗ ಯುಗಾದಿ ಕಳೆದರು ಯುಗಾದಿ ಮರಳಿ ಬರುತಿದೆ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ಒಂದು ಸುಂದರವಾದ ಗೀತೆ. ಬಹು ಅರ್ಥಪೂರ್ಣ ಕೂಡ. ಬೇವು ಬೆಲ್ಲ ತಿನ್ನಿರಿ ಸಿಹಿಯನ್ನು ಹಂಚಿರಿ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ಪ್ರತಿ ಹೊಸ ವರುಷವು ಒಂದು ಹೊಸ ಹುರುಪನ್ನು, ಹೊಸದಾದ ಒಂದು ಅಪೇಕ್ಷೆಯನ್ನು ಕೊಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಹಳೆ ಜನ, ಹಳೆ ಬೇರು,&amp;nbsp;ಹಳೆ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ, ಹೊಸ ಚಿಗುರಿನ ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp;ಹೊಸ ಚೈತನ್ಯ, ಎಲ್ಲ ಸೇರಿ ನಮಗೆ ಕೂಡಿ ಬಾಳುವ ಸಂದೇಶವನ್ನು ನೀಡುತ್ತವೆ. ಬೇವು ಅಂದರೆ ಕಹಿ ನೆನಪನ್ನು ಮರೆತು - ಬೆಲ್ಲ&amp;nbsp;ಅಂದರೆ ಸಿಹಿ ಮಾತನ್ನು ಆಡಿರಿ, ಯಾರನ್ನು ನೋಯಿಸದಿರಿ ಎಂದು ಅರ್ಥ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ಈ ದಿನ ಬೇವಿನ ಸೊಪ್ಪು ಮತ್ತು ಬೆಲ್ಲದ ಮಿಶ್ರಣವನ್ನು&amp;nbsp;ತಿನ್ನುವುದು ರೂಡಿ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಡೆ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ, ಹಬ್ಬದ ವಾತಾವರಣ -&amp;nbsp;ಆಹಾ ಅದೇನು ಚಂದ. ಬಾಗಿಲಿಗೆ ಹಸಿರು ಮಾವಿನ ಎಳೆಯ ತೋರಣ, ಹೂವಿನ ಅಲಂಕಾರ, ಸಿಹಿ ತಿನಿಸುಗಳು, ತಂಪು ಪಾನೀಯಗಳು, ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಹೊಸ ಬಟ್ಟೆ ತೊಟ್ಟು ಪೂಜೆ ಪುನಸ್ಕಾರಗಳನ್ನು ಮಾಡುವುದು ನೋಡುವುದೇ ಒಂದು ಆನಂದ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ.. ಈ ಹಬ್ಬಗಳು ಅಂದರೆ&amp;nbsp;ಏನೋ ಸಂತೋಷ ಅಲ್ವ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ಪ್ರತೀ ಹಬ್ಬವು ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದನ್ನು ಮಾಡಲಿ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ&amp;nbsp;ವಿಕ್ರುತಿನಾಮ ಸಂವತ್ಸರದ ಯುಗಾದಿ ಹಬ್ಬದ&amp;nbsp;ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ&amp;nbsp;ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು&quot;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-hjtMzytwbRTIGxcfuLgFQ6HsGvNGEqzYbh3POCARdCYLlqkRmcWQIWciLmyKlkbIWlZHzi5FYZQQw8c1pnhN5ZN5ERwvTW8GqLXkwpOTWu8227HTQWWOOtasLNj64ElsvRxQvp7QJ4/s1600-h/images[11].jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;188&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-hjtMzytwbRTIGxcfuLgFQ6HsGvNGEqzYbh3POCARdCYLlqkRmcWQIWciLmyKlkbIWlZHzi5FYZQQw8c1pnhN5ZN5ERwvTW8GqLXkwpOTWu8227HTQWWOOtasLNj64ElsvRxQvp7QJ4/s320/images%5B11%5D.jpg&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/1527381836828291642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/1527381836828291642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/1527381836828291642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/1527381836828291642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='ಯುಗಾದಿ . .'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCc4zzRAPPdt5AQ0pgvs6cBqUd4j_MClr-lOp8lj2GC3cNoSX8wdJVYejuEk-GEg5Jf6TBTF1Vhs5AMV6IPG12B43E8rj_LJZi6M0Tgnwng8ZByZa84QaagHa2aW4OnYtqg-QXsGrMAtw/s72-c/images%5B7%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-7230128406641227270</id><published>2010-02-08T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:27:35.018+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="take care...."/><title type='text'>my fishes..</title><content type='html'>hey guys....&lt;br /&gt;
i mean ladies n gentlemen...plz do take care of my swt pets here...&lt;br /&gt;
simple it is -&lt;br /&gt;
wenever u login to my blog - plz put some fud to it alongwith reading&amp;nbsp;the piece of written work i have here for u all...u must be thinking how to put fud now ?? just click on the water wherever u want n fud appears automatically..&lt;br /&gt;
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regards&lt;br /&gt;
uma</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/7230128406641227270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/7230128406641227270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/7230128406641227270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/7230128406641227270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-fishes.html' title='my fishes..'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314397606185086686.post-4285833446504960101</id><published>2010-02-07T06:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:42:51.896+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yaadon ki baaraat nikli hai aaj dil ke dwaare..."/><title type='text'>yaadein....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwn2xcLHzq9JG4stRkAsp5rXdjDTL6AuQsnu0h3XrRZVN2-8HS1qQMHKiZ4Nvt4kIP5byI7GAobIbIbwkFDDWpbtZ51tx6TsipZdCXlKO1w9P1uJ-Q2AUnNYc4QpF5NMB-c4Phg29N5dA/s1600-h/images[49].jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ct=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwn2xcLHzq9JG4stRkAsp5rXdjDTL6AuQsnu0h3XrRZVN2-8HS1qQMHKiZ4Nvt4kIP5byI7GAobIbIbwkFDDWpbtZ51tx6TsipZdCXlKO1w9P1uJ-Q2AUnNYc4QpF5NMB-c4Phg29N5dA/s200/images%5B49%5D.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&quot;kahi dur jab din dhal jaaye saanjh ki dulhan&quot;...folowed by &quot;baatein bhul jaati hai...yaadein yaad aati hai, ye yaadein kisi dilo jaanam ke chale jaane ke baad aati hai&quot;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;yes these&amp;nbsp;wer the songs dat wer flowing on from the radio one after the other making the air&amp;nbsp;so relaxed taking me to a&amp;nbsp;difrent world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;shaam ka waqt, mein meri tanhaayi mein baithe soch rahi thi apne us bachpan ke baare mein jo ab&amp;nbsp;shaayad yaadon mein kho gaya&amp;nbsp;hai kahi..&amp;nbsp;sach hi tho hai - aap lakh koshish kar lo par vaapas apne ateeth mein jaana sirf tv, movi aur kahaniyo mein hi ho sakta hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;kitna acha tha wo samay - pyaara sa ek bachpan jaha -&amp;nbsp;school jaao, dost banao, khelo, khudo, khao-piyo, wo chote mote ladai jhagde, khub&amp;nbsp;masti karo, tutions, home works,&amp;nbsp;b&#39;day parties, gifts ka len-den,&amp;nbsp;sabka mil kar tyohaar manana, cycle sikhna...etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;wo badi badi aankho mein&amp;nbsp;sapne sajaana&amp;nbsp;ke jab ham bade honge tab ye karenge wo karenge :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;hai na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;kitna sundar tha sab kuch...tension nai tha ke kaam par jaao, commitments&amp;nbsp;hai...responsibilities&amp;nbsp;nibhao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuQgh8beVIcVNavsmlRtutlaYSqv7StENwEdNfJ5sBNqeNKSQCRPJArlQzHDWee7vifhVDbVG2MpXBdgUYnX8j97swIzBETorfGn7jtpmbc5m9cdcpvMwxASBzc6ZZTxlpdnJ29tuei0/s1600-h/images[51].jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ct=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuQgh8beVIcVNavsmlRtutlaYSqv7StENwEdNfJ5sBNqeNKSQCRPJArlQzHDWee7vifhVDbVG2MpXBdgUYnX8j97swIzBETorfGn7jtpmbc5m9cdcpvMwxASBzc6ZZTxlpdnJ29tuei0/s320/images%5B51%5D.jpg&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;well......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;aisa nai hai ke ab samay bura hai...par ye bhi ham bhul nahi sakte&amp;nbsp;na ke ab hamaare khelne khudne ke din vaise nahi rahe...but ab weekend hangouts, parties, get2gethers u know...corporate trips bhi..to make us think they care for us too :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;aur&amp;nbsp;ek routine sa ho gaya hai - subah utho walk pe jaao, phir ghar aakar fresh hone ke baad brekfast ready karo, bag pack karke cab ka wait karo...&amp;amp; again short journeys thru the lanes of memories....par kabhi kabhi ghar se ofice pahuchte&amp;nbsp;2 ghante sote sote kaise kat gaye pata nai chalta - thanx to the cab driver who drives so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;co-operating to my sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;sach mein&amp;nbsp; &quot;I (oh nai - we all) mis our childhood days so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;so beautiful days...memories hai par phir bhi aise jo aapko bacha bana deti hai...ek freshness&amp;nbsp;feel hota hai...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/feeds/4285833446504960101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/314397606185086686/4285833446504960101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/4285833446504960101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314397606185086686/posts/default/4285833446504960101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabhat20.blogspot.com/2010/02/yaadein.html' title='yaadein....'/><author><name>uma bhat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388094031987636316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbapiv0WO44BEZJY6cMbPPAAVQcvFR4pDmRlzfTeWvoXohDceAKuDFvJWZGr7YcHFUyLKirVt7bfXJ-uBmHqyuiB-s4SRRJQOu46GXLQ_F4Qyq-djakQnejsRiMmBTwQ/s220/flags.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwn2xcLHzq9JG4stRkAsp5rXdjDTL6AuQsnu0h3XrRZVN2-8HS1qQMHKiZ4Nvt4kIP5byI7GAobIbIbwkFDDWpbtZ51tx6TsipZdCXlKO1w9P1uJ-Q2AUnNYc4QpF5NMB-c4Phg29N5dA/s72-c/images%5B49%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>