<?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-4732139461068777579</id><updated>2024-09-09T16:24:50.351-07:00</updated><category term="marriage"/><category term="matrimonial"/><category term="strays"/><category term="traffic"/><title type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184496007938683604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTZftA6ZuNQMeEfQADspYVcr0OVv3Js2gksnZaKV6VYmpXUpewllrnJAhAbhe0DztPUT7eTXOoa-DqZH9UnPUrBiyrnM_U6pbz4HayhLh0qXgn15C1NuS-ClW57KV-U/s220/anita.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732139461068777579.post-3206686568210787186</id><published>2010-08-15T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:09:27.174-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="matrimonial"/><title type='text'>Matrimonial Nightmare!!!</title><content type='html'>Turns out its time for me to seriously start considering the whole &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Improve-Marriage-Without-Talking-About/dp/0767923189?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;marriage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0767923189&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt; thing.... even though I feel like i&#39;m too young, I am 25 and I guess I have to admit that feels like the right age... But the thought of marriage still gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;
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This has got me thinking, what kind of guy would I like.... There are so many things to consider, its ridiculous.... Its actually even a little embarrassing to write this down but I&#39;m doing it because I think it&#39;ll clear up a lot of my confusion... So lets get down to it..&lt;br /&gt;
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1. The basics first... &lt;br /&gt;
Height: 5-7 to 5-10... any taller and i&#39;d look like a dwarf&lt;br /&gt;
Complexion: Wheatish to Dark coz i&#39;m no Snow white :P&lt;br /&gt;
Build: Athletic... no Beer guts please!!&lt;br /&gt;
Over-all I would prefer someone with good taste in clothes and someone who isnt a metrosexual but still is careful about his appearance. &lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Easy-Way-Stop-Smoking-Non-smokers/dp/1402771630?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Non-smoker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1402771630&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=1402771630&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;.... Strictly!!!! This is something I&#39;m very passionate about... I have spent my entire life with someone who smokes and I&#39;m very aware of the addiction and what it does to the human body... I would like to breathe some clean air for the rest of my life... I dont have a problem with drinking so long as it&#39;s in moderation... alcoholics needn&#39;t apply&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Must love &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Curious-Incident-Dog-Night-Time/dp/1400032717?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;dogs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1400032717&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;... Because I loooooove dogs... I dont think I need to explain further&lt;br /&gt;
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4. I think I would prefer a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Orvis-Businessmans-Backpack/dp/B003MBC18S?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;businessman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B003MBC18S&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;.... Even though their lives are more stressful I believe they are still a happier lot because they have some freedom and flexibility when it comes to work-related matters... Either way I would prefer someone who&#39;s fairly settled and well-placed&lt;br /&gt;
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5. I come from a small family, I have no siblings and I dont have a lot of relatives close-by in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Maximum-City-Bombay-Lost-Found/dp/0375703403?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bombay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0375703403&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;, so I would like it if my husband had some relatives close-by.... i hope the reasons are obvious&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Has to be an extrovert because I am not... I&#39;m super-shy... if he isnt the out-going type I think we&#39;ll both end up alone and probably kill each other out of boredom in a few years&lt;br /&gt;
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7. I would really be happy if he was the kind who loves to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Journeys-Lifetime-Worlds-Greatest-Trips/dp/1426201257?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;travel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dreamalittled-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1426201257&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;.. because I love it but I have never really got the chance to travel much and would really like to do that once I&#39;m married&lt;br /&gt;
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This is all I&#39;ve got so far... lets see what happens.... wish me luck, I think I&#39;m gonna need it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/feeds/3206686568210787186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4732139461068777579/3206686568210787186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/3206686568210787186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/3206686568210787186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/2010/08/matrimonial-nightmare.html' title='Matrimonial Nightmare!!!'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184496007938683604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTZftA6ZuNQMeEfQADspYVcr0OVv3Js2gksnZaKV6VYmpXUpewllrnJAhAbhe0DztPUT7eTXOoa-DqZH9UnPUrBiyrnM_U6pbz4HayhLh0qXgn15C1NuS-ClW57KV-U/s220/anita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732139461068777579.post-3003384277507538129</id><published>2009-03-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:11:57.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Women In My Life</title><content type='html'>I wish I could take credit for having come up with the below but I cant. It was something a friend forwarded to me via an email... but it spoke to me... jus like I think it would speak to most woman-folk.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the reason why I decided to post it here... no offence to the original author. In fact, kudos to him/her, you really nailed it with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;a youth she&#39;s content to leave behind....&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;a past juicy enough that she&#39;s looking forward to retelling it in her old age....&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry..&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;br /&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself..&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;that she can&#39;t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;what she would and wouldn&#39;t do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to live alone... even if she doesn&#39;t like it...&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust, whom she can&#39;t, and why she shouldn&#39;t take it personally...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/feeds/3003384277507538129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4732139461068777579/3003384277507538129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/3003384277507538129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/3003384277507538129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-women-in-my-life.html' title='To The Women In My Life'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184496007938683604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTZftA6ZuNQMeEfQADspYVcr0OVv3Js2gksnZaKV6VYmpXUpewllrnJAhAbhe0DztPUT7eTXOoa-DqZH9UnPUrBiyrnM_U6pbz4HayhLh0qXgn15C1NuS-ClW57KV-U/s220/anita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732139461068777579.post-2407097418411655953</id><published>2009-02-27T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:23:32.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Midas Touch</title><content type='html'>I know this particular entry of mine is going to sound superbly self-centred and i&#39;m going to come off as a conceited and self-indulgent little bitch. But, to hell with it, every once in a while it&#39;s Good to be Bad. That sounds like the lyrics to some song.&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, lets get back to the topic, you know some people are born with a silver spoon. I am not really one of those people but I guess I might qualify for a copper or maybe even a bronze spoon considering I&#39;m from India. But the one thing I do have is an ability to bring prosperity wherever I go. I have the Midas Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a country full of superstitions and superstitious people. Despite being well-educated, I still believe in the concept of the higher power, that there are certain laws of this universe which will never change and which govern many of the things we do and experience in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, I happened to visit an astrologist who told me that I had a lot of prosperity in my hands. He said I would bring prosperity to my family members as well as my friends and basically anyone who was close to me. Of course, he didnt mention if I would bring any luck to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for this very reason, various members of my family have invested a lot of money under my name. Or maybe, they are just trying to save tax... I dont know. But I think the astrologist may have just been right. I think maybe I do have some kind of a gift. There&#39;s this friend of mine who was just an average guy working in his family business. After we had been friends for about a year, he finally started his own business. He said, that he had been thinking about starting his own business for the longest time but somehow never pushed himself into doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not all... There&#39;s also this other thing that happens to me all the time. I walk into an empty shop... cud be a restaurant, a clothes store, a shopping centre, anything... with in minutes the place will be filled with people. If this was something that happened once in a while I would dismiss it as coincidence. But this happens everytime, like 9 out of 10 times... It&#39;s uncanny. I think the store-owners should give me some kind of commission for doing this for them time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn&#39;t it be great if I actually had some super-power like that. There are so many people I meet in this world who deserve so much more then they get from life. Maybe I could help out a little.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/feeds/2407097418411655953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4732139461068777579/2407097418411655953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/2407097418411655953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/2407097418411655953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/2009/02/midas-touch.html' title='The Midas Touch'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184496007938683604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTZftA6ZuNQMeEfQADspYVcr0OVv3Js2gksnZaKV6VYmpXUpewllrnJAhAbhe0DztPUT7eTXOoa-DqZH9UnPUrBiyrnM_U6pbz4HayhLh0qXgn15C1NuS-ClW57KV-U/s220/anita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732139461068777579.post-448872063482337055</id><published>2008-06-18T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:09:15.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can&#39;t Think of a Decent Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMbO6sgDhwT7mhns5IqHxZjPHQTBpGnWh7OYqoxa4a_Wo5ACNGd0u3H4lY4NNlDt_jeBlFQLXnym_bs4eLO8VDgWM93oBxWgkfLXGYPVzUuxaBnslEPogO3E1Z8nyvfnN2LAEjSOEhlES/s1600-h/happening-poster-big.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213249284166094370&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMbO6sgDhwT7mhns5IqHxZjPHQTBpGnWh7OYqoxa4a_Wo5ACNGd0u3H4lY4NNlDt_jeBlFQLXnym_bs4eLO8VDgWM93oBxWgkfLXGYPVzUuxaBnslEPogO3E1Z8nyvfnN2LAEjSOEhlES/s320/happening-poster-big.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently went to see the movie &quot;The Happening&quot;.... I thought it would be different because it was an M. Night Shyamalan movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it was different alright... but different isnt always good as I found out... The basic story line was interesting... it was something no sane person would have ever thought of, but the ending was terrible. Now that was disappointing because Shyamalan is known for his endings. It was a kind of strange movie. There were lots of scenes in the movie that made me laugh but there were also lots of scenes that just left me disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, this story scared me and I mean literally scared me.... Let me tell you what this movie is all abt. Well basically, something starts happening to the people, they just suddenly start killing themselves. One minute they are fine, talking normally, getting on with their lives. Next minute, they&#39;re shooting themselves or jumping off buildings or cutting themselves up. Eventually somebody figures out that its the plants that are doing it. Some plants actually do have the capacity to release certain chemicals that help them get rid of predators.... its true, I have researched it... You can try googling it yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory is that now man is the enemy, the predator. And plants need to protect themselves from us and so they release a neuro-toxin that makes people want to kill themselves..... Scary!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why???? Because it could happen. The rate at which we are cosuming our natural resources this movie could become reality. Plants may just evolve to this stage one day and the truth is we wouldn&#39;t know about it till it happens. For this reason and this reason alone, I would recommend that people watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to hand it to Shyamalan though, I dont think anybody else could have thought about something as far-fetched as this. That man is pure genius, I just wish the ending could have been better.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/feeds/448872063482337055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4732139461068777579/448872063482337055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/448872063482337055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/448872063482337055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-think-of-decent-title.html' title='I Can&#39;t Think of a Decent Title'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184496007938683604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTZftA6ZuNQMeEfQADspYVcr0OVv3Js2gksnZaKV6VYmpXUpewllrnJAhAbhe0DztPUT7eTXOoa-DqZH9UnPUrBiyrnM_U6pbz4HayhLh0qXgn15C1NuS-ClW57KV-U/s220/anita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMbO6sgDhwT7mhns5IqHxZjPHQTBpGnWh7OYqoxa4a_Wo5ACNGd0u3H4lY4NNlDt_jeBlFQLXnym_bs4eLO8VDgWM93oBxWgkfLXGYPVzUuxaBnslEPogO3E1Z8nyvfnN2LAEjSOEhlES/s72-c/happening-poster-big.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732139461068777579.post-2923086539293007450</id><published>2008-02-16T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:09:16.012-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strays"/><title type='text'>The Stray Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSlsgPv_HG-vxrzlaFJP4Q3p9AzjoMDbhyphenhyphenx_TaDs7asc2HE0jFwXAx7hGC-U_mNmLFqRZqfFPknAkgrWCHUfdTUVHbCQqiPjnlBirDU2oNX13-v9K0OqTjmhKPz2z9BvsoVCdUMzhB38d/s1600-h/strays.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213251655304041890&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSlsgPv_HG-vxrzlaFJP4Q3p9AzjoMDbhyphenhyphenx_TaDs7asc2HE0jFwXAx7hGC-U_mNmLFqRZqfFPknAkgrWCHUfdTUVHbCQqiPjnlBirDU2oNX13-v9K0OqTjmhKPz2z9BvsoVCdUMzhB38d/s320/strays.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really sweet poem I across a few days back about stray dogs... read it... i&#39;m sure it&#39;ll touch you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STRAY DOG&lt;br /&gt;Dear God please send me somebody who&#39;ll care!&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m tired of running, I&#39;m sick with despair.&lt;br /&gt;My body is aching, it&#39;s so racked with pain&lt;br /&gt;And dear God I pray as I run in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;That someone will love me and give me a home&lt;br /&gt;A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.&lt;br /&gt;My last owner tied me all day in the yard&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes with no water and God that was hard!&lt;br /&gt;So I chewed my leash God and I ran away&lt;br /&gt;To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.&lt;br /&gt;But now God I&#39;m tired and hungry and cold&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m so afraid that I&#39;ll never grow old.&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;ve chased me with sticks hit me with stones&lt;br /&gt;While I run the streets just looking for bones!&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not really bad God, please help if you can&lt;br /&gt;For I have become just a &quot;victim of man!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m wormy dear God and I&#39;m ridden with fleas&lt;br /&gt;and all that I want is an owner to please!&lt;br /&gt;If you find one for me God, I&#39;ll try to be good&lt;br /&gt;I won&#39;t chew their shoes, and I&#39;ll do as I should.&lt;br /&gt;I will love them, protect them and try to obey&lt;br /&gt;When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/feeds/2923086539293007450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4732139461068777579/2923086539293007450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/2923086539293007450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/2923086539293007450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/2008/02/stray-dog.html' title='The Stray Dog'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184496007938683604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTZftA6ZuNQMeEfQADspYVcr0OVv3Js2gksnZaKV6VYmpXUpewllrnJAhAbhe0DztPUT7eTXOoa-DqZH9UnPUrBiyrnM_U6pbz4HayhLh0qXgn15C1NuS-ClW57KV-U/s220/anita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSlsgPv_HG-vxrzlaFJP4Q3p9AzjoMDbhyphenhyphenx_TaDs7asc2HE0jFwXAx7hGC-U_mNmLFqRZqfFPknAkgrWCHUfdTUVHbCQqiPjnlBirDU2oNX13-v9K0OqTjmhKPz2z9BvsoVCdUMzhB38d/s72-c/strays.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732139461068777579.post-2111311345345225583</id><published>2007-12-15T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:09:16.258-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traffic"/><title type='text'>Its time we showed some Road Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbXCeTM2ahVes_qdA2nDS_QB-r4BPXLteiw0H7tXxRdeAqvw_bLR3uZQU5Mw91rerXtDi-XRy-a4wrojgTxziZV1l9Gk8Rhr9X22AI1aW-0meL0o73rWXZ3_p1AkbSIltHOPAgJQSgu2v/s1600-h/Mum+traffic.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213250420954433570&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbXCeTM2ahVes_qdA2nDS_QB-r4BPXLteiw0H7tXxRdeAqvw_bLR3uZQU5Mw91rerXtDi-XRy-a4wrojgTxziZV1l9Gk8Rhr9X22AI1aW-0meL0o73rWXZ3_p1AkbSIltHOPAgJQSgu2v/s320/Mum+traffic.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days I travel to office by car almost everyday... My God!!! Its pure torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor aunt has been doing this for god only knows how many years. I dont know how she takes it, day in and day out... More importantly poor car... That thing suffers more torture in one day then most of us do in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Travelling to office is like an adventure these days, potholes every few feet, inefficient attendants in the toll naka (during peaks hours we end up waiting for 10-15 mins), crazy driver-driven tourist vehicles and of course, how can I forget our lovely ST Buses!!! Who needs esselworld... I say sell tickets and make people drive in Bombay... its as gut wrenching as any roller-coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day on my way back from the airport, suddenly the road was all clear... I was shocked!!! Morning peak hour, how the hell can Western Express Highway be empty??? And then I saw a sight which made my blood boil. There was a motorcade of abt 5 cars about 100 feet ahead of us... It was probably some ass minister or MLA or some other illiterate idiot travelling to some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me so mad to see that. How will this city and this country ever improve. The desicion makers have no idea what we suffer... Everytime they need to get somewhere the rest of us fools wait around and make way for them. We let them travel by the better roads in the city and travel by the bad roads ourselves... why???Instead what we should do is make an added effort to crowd around these motorcades and create a traffic jam around them. Let them know what we suffer, make them drive thru the bad roads like the rest of us. I&#39;m telling you once they jump their cars over a few ditches and feel that painful jerk on their backs, see how quickly the infrastructure of this ciy changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we forget is this city is run by a bunch of self-centred fools and the only way to tackle them is to give them a dose of their own shit. So the next time someone asks you to wait for a motorcade, show them the finger and go your way. Hopefully by making their life hell we can improve ours.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/feeds/2111311345345225583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4732139461068777579/2111311345345225583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/2111311345345225583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732139461068777579/posts/default/2111311345345225583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitaanand.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-time-we-showed-some-road-rage.html' title='Its time we showed some Road Rage'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184496007938683604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTZftA6ZuNQMeEfQADspYVcr0OVv3Js2gksnZaKV6VYmpXUpewllrnJAhAbhe0DztPUT7eTXOoa-DqZH9UnPUrBiyrnM_U6pbz4HayhLh0qXgn15C1NuS-ClW57KV-U/s220/anita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbXCeTM2ahVes_qdA2nDS_QB-r4BPXLteiw0H7tXxRdeAqvw_bLR3uZQU5Mw91rerXtDi-XRy-a4wrojgTxziZV1l9Gk8Rhr9X22AI1aW-0meL0o73rWXZ3_p1AkbSIltHOPAgJQSgu2v/s72-c/Mum+traffic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>