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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DRXk6cCp7ImA9WhRQGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:27:54.718-08:00</updated><category term="home remedies" /><title>Joys Of Blogging</title><subtitle type="html">This blog is about me and my daily life, about my motherhood and life in general.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Joysofblogging" /><feedburner:info uri="joysofblogging" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQnkzfCp7ImA9WhRQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-6439858317583113783</id><published>2011-12-13T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:07:53.784-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T17:07:53.784-08:00</app:edited><title>Cinnabon at Vasant Kunj</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The wikipedia entry for Cinnabon is simple and "tasty", it says "Cinnabon is a chain of American baked goods stores and kiosks, normally found in high-traffic areas such as malls. The company's signature item is a grande cinnamon roll."&lt;br /&gt;
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Had the pleasure to eat cinnabon rolls at DLF Place Mall in Vasant Kunj. Located at the ground floor, one can smell cinnamon all over the place. As the name suggests, &lt;a href="http://www.cinnabon.com/"&gt;CINNABON&lt;/a&gt; offers its baked stuff with cinnamon mixed in it. The preparatons are eggless. Although I was apprehensive to the rolls a try but my husband convinced me. Unlike the way I thought, cinnabon rolls came as a surprise with not very strong cinnamon taste in them. Yes, the rolls were yum and kept on getting yumier by every&amp;nbsp; bite.&lt;br /&gt;
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The CINNABON has a open kitchen and the preparation is open to everyone who wants to see it. Worth every bite for money and taste, one should give it a try. The mini cinnabon rolls are available for Rs.65 for 4 rolls, which is a great value for your money and taste buds. The coffee is available for Rs.70 onwards. &lt;br /&gt;
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The wikipedia page for CINNABON is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinnabon"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinnabon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The official Facebook fan page is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Cinnabon"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/Cinnabon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For its ambience I would give it thumbs up and no scoring. For its service and quality I would give it 5 on 5.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-6439858317583113783?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/y_Vs8GYvmC0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6439858317583113783/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=6439858317583113783&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/6439858317583113783?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/6439858317583113783?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/y_Vs8GYvmC0/cinnabon-at-vasant-kunj.html" title="Cinnabon at Vasant Kunj" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinnabon-at-vasant-kunj.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04ERXo9eCp7ImA9WhdQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-1920446236894249495</id><published>2011-08-21T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:45:04.460-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-21T02:45:04.460-07:00</app:edited><title>Krishna at my place</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On the eve of Janamashtmi, I got krishna (idol) at home today. Did puja and offered him fruits and flowers :) I think it was what I wanted to do in a long long time. BRING HIM HOME!! Will post the pics soon. In persuit of happiness - this is how I would describe my state of mind now. But after bringing him home I am more than happy. I wish he brings his naughtimess and fun along. Bless us wid loads of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-1920446236894249495?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/2j08De4Be4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1920446236894249495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=1920446236894249495&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/1920446236894249495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/1920446236894249495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/2j08De4Be4w/krishna-at-my-place.html" title="Krishna at my place" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2011/08/krishna-at-my-place.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAEQHw8eyp7ImA9Wx9aEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-7264461352553105454</id><published>2011-03-03T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T03:11:41.273-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-03T03:11:41.273-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home remedies" /><title>Grandma's tips</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;For the mothers whose kids don't like veggies and specially green veggies: cut the veggies, wash them and make a puree. Add these to the flour and make chappatis out of it. Works with my daughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-7264461352553105454?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/nWQuQBkDK8M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7264461352553105454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=7264461352553105454&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7264461352553105454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7264461352553105454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/nWQuQBkDK8M/grandmas-tips.html" title="Grandma's tips" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2011/03/grandmas-tips.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMDR3o-eCp7ImA9Wx9aEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-5890980541024448306</id><published>2011-03-03T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T03:07:56.450-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-03T03:07:56.450-08:00</app:edited><title>Things I'd love to do again</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting painting again, last I painted was 10-13 years back.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be able to read a book, I am constantly busy with one thing or the other.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Start gardening all over again. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Play ludoo and other board games.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Feed my daughter the food I like so dat she makes up for the daily calorie intake. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take a walk with my friend S in the garden near my maternal house.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hug, sleep, kiss, feel, touch, cuddle my mom again and again and again.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read newspaper in the morning and exercise.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;The list is endless........... As a mother I am the time will return to do all these again :) but a few years later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-5890980541024448306?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/Ra9xL1HRtNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5890980541024448306/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=5890980541024448306&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/5890980541024448306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/5890980541024448306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/Ra9xL1HRtNY/things-id-love-to-do-again.html" title="Things I'd love to do again" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-id-love-to-do-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBQnk8fip7ImA9Wx9VFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-6476793296831100137</id><published>2011-02-02T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T03:15:53.776-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-02T03:15:53.776-08:00</app:edited><title>A visit to Delhi Zoo aka chidiyaghar</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Zoo Cafeteria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk5gT8xKzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OwZU8uGa3wg/s1600/DSC02308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk5gT8xKzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OwZU8uGa3wg/s320/DSC02308.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giraffee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk5-pLK6MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4EiZQl-fWH0/s1600/DSC02302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk6QKHnVEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tNfQgO0-BNs/s1600/DSC02233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk6QKHnVEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tNfQgO0-BNs/s320/DSC02233.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk6cc6N38I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xmAADVRWRFw/s1600/DSC02297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk6cc6N38I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xmAADVRWRFw/s320/DSC02297.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Delhi Zoo or National Zoological Park of Delhi is located next to Purana Qila and has many varities of birds and other animals. The Zoo has a cafeteria of its own and is makes its presence felt just on the entrance. The Zoo is spread over a wide area and houses large varities of birds from peacocks to eagle and vultures. &lt;br /&gt;
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The main reason to visit the zoo was my daughter as we wanted her to see the animals that she sees in her books. She cud very well relate to the animals and even shouted the names.&lt;br /&gt;
On entering the Zoo one finds visitors going all around the place but the arrows marks on the road make for a good direction. Leopard cat, Indian Rhinoceros, Hippopotamus, Black Buck, Indian Gazelle and Lion-tailed macaque are some animals you should especially see on your visit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Winter time boosts of some migratory birds including storks, ducks and others. The caged and non caged animals have plenty of space necessary for the survival. The flora and fauna is just amazing as the trees are marked wid names both in english and hindi. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was amazed to find that there are many varities of pepal tree and some of them even have medicinal values. You are not allowed to carry any eatables along so eating&amp;nbsp; in the zoo cafeteria is a good option. While exploring the zoo one finds small shops which offer coffee, mineral water and cold drinks but no eatables. So stuff yourself before you start with your journey. Teasing and feeding animals are not allowed but there were a few people who were seen doing so. Some other details include: &lt;br /&gt;
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Location: To the South of Purana Qila on Mathura Road.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to Visit: Open on all days except Friday&lt;br /&gt;
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Admission Fee: Indian citizen: INR 20 and kids below 5 years: FREE&lt;br /&gt;
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Time required for sightseeing: 3-4 hours &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elephants&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The best way to see the zoo is by foot as some enclosures are a little far away from each other but vans are also available to explore the zoo. I my opinion winters is the best time to go to zoo as the weather allows you to explore the zoo on foot and not much is required to keep yourself hydrated during the winters unlike the summers. My daughter had a great time inside and was much excited to see the elephant poop. All in all we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-6476793296831100137?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/saRsdkiOJHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6476793296831100137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=6476793296831100137&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/6476793296831100137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/6476793296831100137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/saRsdkiOJHc/visit-to-delhi-zoo-aka-chidiyaghar.html" title="A visit to Delhi Zoo aka chidiyaghar" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TUk4fyAXMSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2Mzw_bOORFo/s72-c/DSC02231.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/visit-to-delhi-zoo-aka-chidiyaghar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRH4yfip7ImA9Wx9VEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-7095553424909111286</id><published>2011-01-28T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T03:33:05.096-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T03:33:05.096-08:00</app:edited><title>A time for myself</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A contrast of now and then: &lt;br /&gt;
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Now: Drag myself out of the bed and prepare breakfast&lt;br /&gt;
Then: a wake up kiss from mom and a lill exercise in d morning&lt;br /&gt;
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Now:&amp;nbsp; run, rush, fast, quick&lt;br /&gt;
Then: relax, enjoy, take it easy attitude&lt;br /&gt;
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Now: "come baby, wear this cap, eat this food, lets go"&lt;br /&gt;
Then: come home after job, eat, chat wid frnds&lt;br /&gt;
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Now: running and slashing the door, picking up laundry, tiding the living room&lt;br /&gt;
Then: Nothing doing....just sundays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;
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Now: Living wid parents&lt;br /&gt;
Then: living without parents, now dat i m in delhi and my parents live in chandigarh&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to agree life for me after wedding was "in the fast lane". Not that he is not nice but I guess I was a brat :D.There are so many other things dat I can count my finger as to how live has become so complicated. Not dat I don't enjoy it now, I do. Earlier it was morning kisses from mom n dad and now its morning kisses to my daughter. I love doing it!! I just wish I cud do what I like to do earlier. Although maids and other life-made-easy equipments have made life easier but still 24 hrs seem so less. In the end all I can say is I need to be active and not crib about "everything"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-7095553424909111286?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/3Cfsc0_HYEA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7095553424909111286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=7095553424909111286&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7095553424909111286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7095553424909111286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/3Cfsc0_HYEA/time-for-myself.html" title="A time for myself" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-myself.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHRH0-fCp7ImA9Wx9WEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-4711450742938665523</id><published>2011-01-14T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T03:12:15.354-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-14T03:12:15.354-08:00</app:edited><title>Khan Chacha at Khan market</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Khan Chahca in Khan market needs no introduction to Delhites. kebab rolls, kathi rolls, keema rolls, veggy rolls, mutton seekh kebabs, paneer tikkas, mutton tikka rumali rolls, chicken tikkas, chicken tikka rumali rolls you name and they have it. The place is open from 12:00 pm - 11:00 pm and also liquor.KC is a small tandoori joint on the first floor of a posh market with some amazing and innovative interiors. The place is jam packed with ppl who love to savour the taste of frehly cooked rolls. We went there at around 8;30 or 9:00 and the place still looked packed with ppl. The rolls start from 100 and fish tikka can be had for 150 for 6 pieces. &lt;br /&gt;
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The interiors are nothing special but amaze you with their simple and intelligently put thoughts. when you enter KC the walls welcome you with their rustic feel. The walls are not plastered thus invite a glance with their unplastered look. The photographs of cricketers and film star adorn the walls. The ceiling has a chandelier-cum-iron-rods hanging to it look.&lt;br /&gt;
Khan Chacha was in news for all the good reasons, read it here http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/delhi/HC-relief-for-Khan-Chacha-family-landlord-cant-use-name/articleshow/5128982.cms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-4711450742938665523?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/4V3vfMosXwM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4711450742938665523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=4711450742938665523&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/4711450742938665523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/4711450742938665523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/4V3vfMosXwM/khan-chacha-at-khan-market.html" title="Khan Chacha at Khan market" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/TTAuYKWS71I/AAAAAAAAAEo/O1zWyWUNyEM/s72-c/DSC02153.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/khan-chacha-at-khan-market.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEAQns7eSp7ImA9Wx5XE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-2538251466698876293</id><published>2010-09-13T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:04:03.501-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-13T02:04:03.501-07:00</app:edited><title>Breast Cancer</title><content type="html">One only comes to know "more" about a disease or a situation when one comes across it. Somebody very close to me has Breast Cancer and I can't stop thinking about it. Although I haven't told many ppl about who that person is but it I just wake up during the night thinking about the C word. I never thought it cud happen to her. When I first came to know about it I searched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breast_cancer"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt; for more info., googled about it and taking to my hubby about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is very little I can do but I talk to her, listen to her and try to understand how she feels about it. Her biggest fear is undergoing chemotherapy which results in loss of hair and other side effects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-2538251466698876293?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/9tMjuhWeRGU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2538251466698876293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=2538251466698876293&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/2538251466698876293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/2538251466698876293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/9tMjuhWeRGU/breast-cancer.html" title="Breast Cancer" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2010/09/breast-cancer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cNRX0-eSp7ImA9WxBTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-6869590003576551875</id><published>2009-12-10T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:24:54.351-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-10T06:24:54.351-08:00</app:edited><title>Empty mind is devil's workshop</title><content type="html">The following few months have been very stressful for me because I am occupied with various useless thoughts (not all the time but still....) My first day in London was terribly bad and I can't forget it, a short account of the day -&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband went to office at around 8:30 and then P starts to cry out aloud - took her out for a short walk - came back and then she starts to cry loudly - played with her - then a huge cry - a while later a knock on the door - the family living upstairs came and asked me rudely "Why is she crying so loudly? Did u say smething to her? is she fine?" - P sleeps a lill later - The lady living on the upper floor gave me a devil look when I went out - I ignored - Husband comes back home - A knock on the door and .......POLICE - They ask me "do u have a baby? v have a complain against u....d baby has been crying whole day....is she fine? Can v c her?" They c her n go away saying "she looks fine, healthy"&lt;br /&gt;
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This is definitely not the way I expected the family living on the upper floor to behave but I guess they were just trying to be good citizens?????????&lt;br /&gt;
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The reasons for which P was crying:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was missing her dada n dadi&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In India, we don't keep our babies in diaper, atleast I didn't. But in London we made her wear diaper all day long coz of carpets n wooden flooring.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;All day long P was just seeing me n nobody around her....as in no dada n dadi.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lesser toys as it was the first day and we had few toys for her to play with. Later on we got some more for her.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No familiar voices t be heard n only mum was there for her.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Loneliness and change of place.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;I think all these reasons are just enuf to state why my daughter was crying and instead of helping me with my baby the lady was rude n threatening. later on I met her outside my house n told her all the reasons that I have mentioned above to clarify as to "why is my baby crying". Although, she didn't deserve to be told all this. Anyways, I am happy to be flying back to India by Dec end. But, I have no reason to say I like London because.........I would not like to be back here ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peaceful, happy and content - that's how I feel it here. Although I miss mornings of India, where one can usually here &lt;i&gt;sabjiwala n doodhwala&lt;/i&gt; in the morning selling their stuff. But most importantly I miss family n friends.&lt;br /&gt;
My evenings in India would pass chatting with friends n going on evening walks with them. Here, in London the weather is very unpredictable so can't take my baby out daily.&lt;br /&gt;
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On my baby's front she has started walking, saying mum (for water n me), papa n evens tells us to switch on d computer so that she can watch her nursery rhymes. My day passes preparing food, taking baby out for walk if the weather allows and playing wid her. I haven't been able to read much in the past few months but I do take a sneak peak on the blogs I love reading. &lt;br /&gt;
I have started writing about &lt;a href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2009/09/grandmas-tips.html"&gt;Home Remedies&lt;/a&gt; which is based on my experience wid my daughter. Hope u all like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I need a wake up call from my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;P turned one year old on Sep 1. and we celebrated her B'day away from family and friends :( Well, not intentionally but coz we are in London for some time. We came to London in the first week of August and since then our weekends are spent either sightseeing or shopping. Our trip to London Aquarium and London Eye went fine but very hectic as P was not comfortable traveling in Tube. She wants space and wanted to roam about in the train but sometimes it's just  not possible. Whenever we go out I pack her baby bag with things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Diapers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 undergarments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An extra t-shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her sipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweater for winters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biscuits or Chips (for MOM)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All these things are a must for me carry along or else I can't leave the home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-461528544467026832?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/NN5g41f7O_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/461528544467026832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=461528544467026832&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/461528544467026832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/461528544467026832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/NN5g41f7O_0/short-of-words.html" title="Short of Words" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-of-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNQn8-eCp7ImA9WxJVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-8698619178518670307</id><published>2009-07-06T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:26:33.150-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T07:26:33.150-07:00</app:edited><title>Random Musings</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are a few of friends who tell me that they don't know how to say NO or rather they can't say NO I always tell them where the line should be drawn whether it's office, home or friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I agree there are times and situations when one just can't say NO and we tend to do what we don't want to do.I face YES and NO situations time and again specially with P. I know what's good for my baby and what isn't.I listen to everyone but do what I want to. I don't say that I am adamant but when it come to listening to your conscious I don't ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With P I have realized one thing and that is there are hundreds of people who will come up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and suggest you ABC remedies but thay are not willing to take the responsibility for the outcome.When I  delivered P I went through a very rough phase of my life, which haunts me till date and honestly I don't want to relive it. Through this blog I just want to share it with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went through post partum depression and I guess every new mom goes through, but somewhere I wasn't prepared for it. All day long I was feeding my baby, yes all day long, which was a big change. Second comes identity crisis, I was just a mother and not a human being, atleast this is what my family made me believe. Although I loved being a new mom yet I was not able to totally identify with it. My husband wasn't near to me as I delivered at my native place and not in Delhi. So, being away from husband during the tough times is a BIG NO. Husbands are a big big support and I think most of you will agree to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All in all I did what I didn't want to do....STAY AT MY NATIVE PLACE and ignored my gut feeling. Plz listen to your heart and in the meanwhile if you face a similar situation as mine, DON'T FORGET TO CHERISH BEING A MOM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MY DAUGHTER MEANS ME MY WORLD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-8698619178518670307?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/hvFFPMz8J1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8698619178518670307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=8698619178518670307&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/8698619178518670307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/8698619178518670307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/hvFFPMz8J1M/random-musings.html" title="Random Musings" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-musings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HQXk8eSp7ImA9WxJXEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-5535280247631482872</id><published>2009-06-05T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:05:30.771-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T09:05:30.771-07:00</app:edited><title>Small Wonder</title><content type="html">My daughter is a small wonder. She makes my smile all the time. All my worries just go away when I look at her. I never knew she could mean so much to me. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purvi has started crawling and she tries to stand holding sofa or chair. I try to capture those moments in my camera but she is so conscious that she moves around. But, at times she just smiles back and takes the camera away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out for walk together in the evening and her smile has made many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update about myself: I have started working for 3-4 hours now. A friend of mine gave me the opportunity to work with him. Currently, the firm has 20 employees and are planning to expand. It is amazing to be back in the corporate sector and a very welcome change. Purvi, in the meantime stays with her grandma. When I come back home all my time is for her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I write nothing else other than my daughter on my blog. Although, I never want to make this a mommy blog yet its turning to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me, nothing much. I am enjoying my newly acquired motherhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-5535280247631482872?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/k1fSbAmBHkQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5535280247631482872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=5535280247631482872&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/5535280247631482872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/5535280247631482872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/k1fSbAmBHkQ/small-wonder.html" title="Small Wonder" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2009/06/small-wonder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBRno_fSp7ImA9WxVVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-4322042131552933392</id><published>2009-03-13T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:54:17.445-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-13T07:54:17.445-07:00</app:edited><title>Bah-i Temple</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SbpxuLQQYGI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y6R7Qs8RWQ0/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SbpxuLQQYGI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y6R7Qs8RWQ0/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312683748545814626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been on our Delhi Darshan AGAIN. Earlier it was a little discomfort traveling with our daughter but now we are at ease. Last weekend we went to Bahi-i temple. Also known as lotus temple, it is surrounded by water on all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a wikimapia link for the &lt;a href="http://wikimapia.org/#lat=28.553388&amp;amp;lon=77.258657&amp;amp;z=18&amp;amp;l=0&amp;amp;m=a&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;search=lotus%20temple%20delhi"&gt;Bahi-I temple&lt;/a&gt; read more on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bah%C3%A1%27%C3%AD_House_of_Worship"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; I was amazed by the architecture of the lotus temple. A must see if you visit Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SbpxAAm-G9I/AAAAAAAAACo/abtUX_ppjAo/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SbpxAAm-G9I/AAAAAAAAACo/abtUX_ppjAo/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312682955414313938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/Sbpw_2Wp9_I/AAAAAAAAACY/5Z6pSuNHB50/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/Sbpw_2Wp9_I/AAAAAAAAACY/5Z6pSuNHB50/s320/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312682952661530610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-4322042131552933392?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/GwXZjXxrQpE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4322042131552933392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=4322042131552933392&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/4322042131552933392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/4322042131552933392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/GwXZjXxrQpE/bah-i-temple.html" title="Bah-i Temple" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SbpxuLQQYGI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y6R7Qs8RWQ0/s72-c/DSC00362.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/bah-i-temple.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBQ38-eyp7ImA9WxVWGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-3788025812165887757</id><published>2009-02-28T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:00:52.153-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-28T10:00:52.153-08:00</app:edited><title>Suggestions Please</title><content type="html">I really don't know how to say it but sometimes  I feel so helpless and irritated at the same time. She wakes up every hour during the night and that leaves me sleepless, energy less and irritated. The impact of her waking up is so severe that even my husband has to bear the brunt of my anger and tiredness. i know its bad but can't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestion on that front would be really appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-3788025812165887757?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/4CX6PAAMSv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3788025812165887757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=3788025812165887757&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/3788025812165887757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/3788025812165887757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/4CX6PAAMSv4/suggestions-please.html" title="Suggestions Please" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/suggestions-please.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFRXo-fip7ImA9WxVWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-4267711295132630202</id><published>2009-02-19T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:15:14.456-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-19T09:15:14.456-08:00</app:edited><title>Purvi at five months!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SZ2Tf3rPioI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dwncHqPB_-E/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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She expired on Jan 26, 09. I had just met her last year in the month of Nov. and I told her that I would come soon to meet her. I hadn't met her for last 5-6 years because of some reason or the other, sometimes the reason was studies and other times the reason was just laziness. I guess I took her for granted and thought she would live for many more years. Now I regrett not meeting her earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time when I met her, the real reason was Purvi, dadi ma called my dad and asked him if he could bring Purvi and Anu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to know that she was no more with us, I cried and at the same time thanked the almighty for I had a chance to touch her, talk to her when she was alive. All the old memories come rushing to my mind when I think of her. I remember asking her to help me with my math problems and she would do it in just fraction of seconds. Ohh...I miss her. May her soul rest in peace. She would wait outside for me and my brother, whenever we got late from school then she would cook food for us and the three of us would sit in the kitchen and eat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met her she told me that she misses me like anything and desires if I could come again and meet her. She was staying with my uncle in Punjab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that my father was near to her when she took her last breath, holding her hand. She told my aunt that she just loved meeting me and Purvi and that she was happy. All that I feel guilty is that I could have met her earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-8418835065383963473?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/dA31NYqrYM4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8418835065383963473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=8418835065383963473&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/8418835065383963473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/8418835065383963473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/dA31NYqrYM4/remembering-biji.html" title="Remembering Biji" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/remembering-biji.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08ER38_eSp7ImA9WxRaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-7954637757331457680</id><published>2008-12-19T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:56:46.141-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-19T08:56:46.141-08:00</app:edited><title>Poops and poopoos</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SUvSKIPHL3I/AAAAAAAAABo/7PHdq65A4SQ/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SUvSKIPHL3I/AAAAAAAAABo/7PHdq65A4SQ/s320/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281546059473432434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title may sound weird but that's what is running through my mind now as Purvi can poopoo any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing to see Purvi and sometimes I can't just imagine myself doing all that I do now as a mum. Things like making Purvi do poopoo, give her bath, wash her clothes, feed her when she cries and other small things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even small things look so big as its tough to leave Purvi alone and do the household work. Becoming mom is a full time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Purvi, she has discovered her hands as well as ours. She tries to hold our hands and play with hers. It's not easy to understand her silent language as she only knows how to cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is hungry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is feeling cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she want to go poopoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she wants me by her side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she wants to hold her toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All in all my daughter knows how to CRY :) and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to blog today as my hubby is taking care of our daughter. Thank You, dear husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-7954637757331457680?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/eTUhoFOA6YA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7954637757331457680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=7954637757331457680&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7954637757331457680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7954637757331457680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/eTUhoFOA6YA/poops-and-poopoos.html" title="Poops and poopoos" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SUvSKIPHL3I/AAAAAAAAABo/7PHdq65A4SQ/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2008/12/poops-and-poopoos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AESHgzfip7ImA9WxRQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-729534111877030594</id><published>2008-10-08T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:28:29.686-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-08T08:28:29.686-07:00</app:edited><title>That's Motherhood!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SOzRU5IKgWI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ZtgRujoG3Q/s1600-h/Purvi3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SOzRU5IKgWI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ZtgRujoG3Q/s320/Purvi3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254805022097178978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think motherhood is all about not getting time for yourself, it's all about TIME FOR THE BABY! Well, whenever I plan to  blog or surf net, Purvi wakes up as if knowing that mum is going to be busy for herself. This picture was taken in the Hospital when Purvi was one day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SOzQWtEelbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kdehQZom4mc/s1600-h/Purvi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-729534111877030594?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/WTxo0qNF3Y8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/729534111877030594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=729534111877030594&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/729534111877030594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/729534111877030594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/WTxo0qNF3Y8/thats-motherhood.html" title="That's Motherhood!" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AA_se5Tunjw/SOzRU5IKgWI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ZtgRujoG3Q/s72-c/Purvi3.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-motherhood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGSH09eCp7ImA9WxRREkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-3187586957375810782</id><published>2008-09-24T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:50:29.360-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T03:50:29.360-07:00</app:edited><title>Hot and Happening</title><content type="html">The title is for my daughter. She's the talk of my household.The first kid is so very special and at the same time so very tough to be a first time mother. The first week with Purvi was very crucial as she used to cry a lot. I thought she is turning colic but the doctor told us that she has an infection.&lt;br /&gt;She's waking up....just checked sleeping peacefully. Thank God! Our nights are her mornings and vice versa. I don't know how many times I have cried with her but now she looks well.&lt;br /&gt;Will check back later, I think she's waking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-3187586957375810782?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/28_hmnuCZDU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3187586957375810782/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=3187586957375810782&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/3187586957375810782?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/3187586957375810782?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/28_hmnuCZDU/hot-and-happening.html" title="Hot and Happening" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2008/09/hot-and-happening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCQn8_eip7ImA9WxRSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-545756858673343594</id><published>2008-09-16T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:32:43.142-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-16T08:32:43.142-07:00</app:edited><title>Introducing...Purvi</title><content type="html">Purvi, my daughter, born on Sep1, 08, is a bundle of joy in my life. Although challenging yet enjoying is the new phase of my life. She is sleeping right now, so you know why I am logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get no time .....oh she is waking up, will update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-545756858673343594?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/9IUW6XRQCwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/545756858673343594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=545756858673343594&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/545756858673343594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/545756858673343594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/9IUW6XRQCwk/introducingpurvi.html" title="Introducing...Purvi" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducingpurvi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQXY5eyp7ImA9WxdbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-1007086533201380105</id><published>2008-08-06T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:33:40.823-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T00:33:40.823-07:00</app:edited><title>I am 36 weeks pregnant...wow</title><content type="html">It sounds and feels great, I am 36+ weeks pregnant. Could not post earlier on the progress as I was too busy with shifting my house to a new location. To add to the discomfort there was no net at home. We applied for the net connection in June, as soon as we shifted to the new location, still the MTNL people haven't come to look into the matter&lt;br /&gt;,don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, with no net at my new home, I am at my parents home, here for delivery. I read some good books and also my maternity book :) Got few XL clothes for myself and now planning to make my baby bag.&lt;br /&gt;Around 30th week, I came to know that my HB level has dropped to 8.7 from 9.8 accompanied with a little weight loss, which made me  tensed :( When we  consulted the Doc. she told us it's normal for HB level to drop  at this stage as the baby  is taking feed from the mother. But I need to take more care of myself.Finally, I was asked to go for some iron shots(iron injections are just too painful because they are injected deep in your skin)&lt;br /&gt;I am on with my regular visits to the doctor till the time of delivery. Praying for safe and sound delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-1007086533201380105?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/Iycr17f4CYs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1007086533201380105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=1007086533201380105&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/1007086533201380105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/1007086533201380105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/Iycr17f4CYs/i-am-36-weeks-pregnantwow.html" title="I am 36 weeks pregnant...wow" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-36-weeks-pregnantwow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFSH89eip7ImA9WxdSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228488413193940948.post-7252480442744860416</id><published>2008-05-27T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:21:59.162-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-27T08:21:59.162-07:00</app:edited><title>Books and me</title><content type="html">"Books are a man's best friend", I've heard the saying around 100 times and agree with it totally. I have to blog about this incident which is so funny but before that tell me how would u feel if u were told about the climax just in middle of the movie? I really would not enjoy it. I remember reading Erich Segal's - The Love Story and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it until my brother told me "Ohh! Love Story..this book...I think it's the same story where in the end the girl dies, Why are u reading it u should have asked me". He smiled and went away. I had read only half the book and left it halfway. Will read it some time later when I'll forget who dies in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy lonnngggg novels and specially those which have pathetic story line but something interesting which binds me till the end is worth reading. Currently I am reading "Around the world in 80 days" by Jules Verne and just few days back I finished "The One Minute Mother" by Spencer Johnson. Amazing book on mothering and tips to raise children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe no book can teach u how to mother children, it's  something which is natural and comes from within. Isn't it? Although I would love to know what other people have to say about being a mom and their experience being "children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I am enjoying my time with the books and hope u have a good time too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228488413193940948-7252480442744860416?l=joysofblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~4/XC4PPbMy1Ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7252480442744860416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228488413193940948&amp;postID=7252480442744860416&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7252480442744860416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228488413193940948/posts/default/7252480442744860416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Joysofblogging/~3/XC4PPbMy1Ig/books-are-mans-best-friend-ive-heard.html" title="Books and me" /><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786662509430543441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiH2K5NjGQQ/TW9tTwIuogI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DfE20aH7z94/s220/sep2010%2B065.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joysofblogging.blogspot.com/2008/05/books-are-mans-best-friend-ive-heard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

