<?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: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-20716177</id><updated>2011-11-06T20:23:57.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Tauruan</title><subtitle type='html'>Some feelings are better expressed in words...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-5315301786119094455</id><published>2010-08-24T09:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:59:32.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GoldeN BonD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/THNJrWipimI/AAAAAAAAASs/vDLW01nq3vQ/s1600/15d1so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827778338359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/THNJrWipimI/AAAAAAAAASs/vDLW01nq3vQ/s400/15d1so.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Born a little later than me&lt;br /&gt;Been with me from the time I know myself&lt;br /&gt;Childhood we shared seem just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after school can’t wait to tell each other events of the day&lt;br /&gt;We shared everything with each other including parents scolding&lt;br /&gt;We even used to eat from same plate&lt;br /&gt;He was the only friend I had that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day he went to boarding school leaving me all alone&lt;br /&gt;Those were days when I know how it feels to miss someone&lt;br /&gt;I always knew he is important to me but when he was not there&lt;br /&gt;I realise how incomplete my life was without him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each vacation when he came home&lt;br /&gt;I just want to spent time with him&lt;br /&gt;And when he goes back I live with memories of moments we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly slowly we grow up&lt;br /&gt;There were days where he was lost in his own world&lt;br /&gt;And days when he just talk and talk wanting to share everything with me&lt;br /&gt;There were more and more people coming in my life as well as his&lt;br /&gt;But the relation we share grew stronger with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you my dear brother&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who has been with me in my happy days as well as not so happy days&lt;br /&gt;The one who is always been with me when the whole world seemed against me&lt;br /&gt;And you are the one who make me so proud of being a sister to a brother like you&lt;br /&gt;I treasure and cherish our relationship&lt;br /&gt;And Raksha Bhandan is just another way to say that you are very important to me&lt;br /&gt;And I am so very happy that I have you as my little brother who always act like a elder brother to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-5315301786119094455?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5315301786119094455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=5315301786119094455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5315301786119094455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5315301786119094455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2010/08/golden-bond.html' title='GoldeN BonD'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/THNJrWipimI/AAAAAAAAASs/vDLW01nq3vQ/s72-c/15d1so.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-7090336501709773472</id><published>2009-07-20T14:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:48:22.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I choose to be HappY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SmQtNjCZreI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/v61-G6xYneo/s1600-h/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SmQtNjCZreI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/v61-G6xYneo/s400/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459167244594658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"   lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There are many a time where I wish had control over myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"   lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Many a times I wish I would not hurt the other person with my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN"&gt;As a emotional fool I am, I just don’t know how to control my emotions, but later when I come to my real senses, I really wish I should have known how to control them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I try to learn from my mistake and I always promise myself that next time I will control myself and I won’t react, but that next time turn to another next time, and more and more next times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; People always say that we don’t have control over what happen to us but we do have control over how we react to it. When I heard this for the first time I thought &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;how artificial&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; Why can’t I just be the way I am and react the way I like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; That time I never realize that a small uncontrolled reaction could change the whole look of the situation. Yes it’s very true that the way we react make all the difference in life.For anything and everything my first reaction is getting hyper, at time it’s just stress me too much. But now it has changed, I am much a calmer person. And now I can see people around me happier then before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I just told myself one thing, everything is temporary like the situation for which I am reacting to, the things which irritates me, even my anger, my reaction everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know that it is not easy, but it’s not so difficult also. So what the harm in trying. I try in 1-2 situations and I am very happy with my choice. It’s up to me what I choose. To be Happy or to get hurt by hurting my loved ones. The choice is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I choose to react on the positive side as it only helps me grow as a person. I choose the right path to travel because its the only way I can reach my goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But most importantly&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose to be happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in life because I know for sure that everything will be ok at the end.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"   lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-7090336501709773472?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7090336501709773472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=7090336501709773472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/7090336501709773472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/7090336501709773472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-choose-to-be-happy.html' title='I choose to be HappY'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SmQtNjCZreI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/v61-G6xYneo/s72-c/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-4737022291488037616</id><published>2009-03-06T12:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:58:45.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Call "Women's Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SbDP5zB_IRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wtbqyC1aeQo/s1600-h/X.OOb9785649-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309972552527847698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SbDP5zB_IRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wtbqyC1aeQo/s400/X.OOb9785649-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another month, another year, has come again where everyone is talking about Women’s Day. I really don’t understand whats the big deal. It’s just another day, which have been hyped by the cards shop, flowers shop, gifts shop and now the publication too. “&lt;em&gt;We are coming with Women’s days Special Edition&lt;/em&gt;”. Why everything has to be in one or the other way related with business or the market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these business approach, the real sense of celebration is gone for a toss. I am not against any celebration of any day; I love it as much as I love my birthday. But my point is that …. The cards, the gifts, flowers etc etc are the only way to make your women feel special? Why do we need a Day to celebrate Women’s Day? Why can’t you make her feel special everyday? And by celebrating one day in a year with gifts is enough for her? Is that the only thing she want in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she wants is Love and Support from her near and dears one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHE IS SPECIAL ANYWAYS because…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once she is born She is special for her parents.&lt;br /&gt;Once she has a bother or sister She is special for her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Once she becomes a friend, she is special for being always there for her friends in need.&lt;br /&gt;Once she falls in love with someone She is special for loving that someone more then herself.&lt;br /&gt;Once she get married she is Special that She can leave her parents house and welcome her husband house as hers.&lt;br /&gt;Once she become a mother she is Special for fighting with all the odd to give her child the best she can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all this special qualities of her do you believe that celebrating one day in a year is enough?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-4737022291488037616?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4737022291488037616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=4737022291488037616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/4737022291488037616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/4737022291488037616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-call-womens-day.html' title='So Call &quot;Women&apos;s Day&quot;'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SbDP5zB_IRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wtbqyC1aeQo/s72-c/X.OOb9785649-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-6048000727735420061</id><published>2009-02-26T13:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:53:50.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SaZYrQv5aUI/AAAAAAAAANo/mThskjFj9qI/s1600-h/DSC02938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307026711156189506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SaZYrQv5aUI/AAAAAAAAANo/mThskjFj9qI/s400/DSC02938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It’s a dream of every girl to marry the one she love. Not only that, even the Wedding itself is so important. Every girl has certain wish about how her wedding should be.&lt;br /&gt;Even I have always dreamt for the same. It’s the biggest occasion in my life. Till the time everything was final I felt that I am not ready for it. But once the Pandits say it will be on 2nd Fed’09. Suddenly I feel that yes! It’s the right time now. As I always believe in doing thing at right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd Fed I have change my status from being in relationship to married. Everything went on so smoothly, actually I was quite nervous. The rituals, the prayers, blessing from the elders has to be done in a certain way and I can’t afford to make single mistake. That’s why I was nervous. But the moment I saw him in the mandap I felt kind of relief. As a part of the wedding ceremony I have to sit next to him and our hand was tied together, that time I feel "That’s It",  I knew this would mean something that would last forever and he would mean a lot more as the days go by. I know the bonding was forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Life has a new beginning, a new meaning now. It feels so wonderful to have someone who is always there by your side. The only question everyone is asking me at this point is “How is married Life? “ My answer is that, I am Happy. Happier because I belong to those lucky people who got married to the love they Love.It feels so good to hear him say that he love me even when I just woke up in the morning looking like a mess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life certainly has change in every way. Trying to help each other in cooking, cleaning the house, shopping etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about understandings each other. Little bit of adjustment here and there.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time there is a feeling of calm content and nice.&lt;br /&gt;Life was never so beautiful. I feel complete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have so many feelings, emotions and other things to share but I fail to express them in words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-6048000727735420061?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6048000727735420061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=6048000727735420061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6048000727735420061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6048000727735420061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SaZYrQv5aUI/AAAAAAAAANo/mThskjFj9qI/s72-c/DSC02938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-7242988135926504283</id><published>2008-12-10T15:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:55:08.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing Something Badly ................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SUD4YWdOlNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/x8jGlT-Akjo/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491860506940626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SUD4YWdOlNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/x8jGlT-Akjo/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I see things around me, I feel like I am missing something’s which I always wanted, I feel like I have given up many things to see people around me happy. I feel like I am trying to adjust and survive. But this is not me; I want to live my life I don’t want to survive. I am not saying that I am not happy but somewhere deep down I know I am missing something badly. I never want my life to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;At one hand I am very happy to have someone who is so loving, caring, understanding, supporting, always ready to do anything just to see a smile on my face.I feel I am lucky to have someone like him in my life who respects me for the person I am.Really feel it’s a blessing to have him in my life, he is one person who makes me believe in myself. I don’t know what I would have done without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And on the other hand I really don’t know why I am missing something badly.This is making me depress at times. I have to make myself believe that I am happy and things are fine, but deep down there is something which haunt me everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life seems to become still, just office and home sometime dinner and sometime shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I look back, I feel that, this in not what I planed or dreamt for…..This is not the way I have thought about my life and there are still so many things I want to do, many things I want to learn and experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-7242988135926504283?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7242988135926504283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=7242988135926504283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/7242988135926504283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/7242988135926504283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-something-badly.html' title='Missing Something Badly ................'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SUD4YWdOlNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/x8jGlT-Akjo/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-308867084878072532</id><published>2008-12-05T13:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:08:49.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why blame others when I myself have been so callous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where was I when justice was not served to those who died in the 1993 bomb blasts&lt;br /&gt;Where was my voice when the train blasts took place in 2005 and our forces were not capable of tracking the perpetuators&lt;br /&gt;Where was I when they tried dividing me on my religion and place of residence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where was I when the politicians knocked on my door for votes and I avoided going to polls&lt;br /&gt;Where was I when criminals were appointed as MLA’s &amp;amp; MLC’s for elections&lt;br /&gt;Why did I turn a Blind eye when they gave money for votes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did I let them bully others at gunpoint to cast votes in their favour&lt;br /&gt;Where is my voice when I know the roads I travel might cripples someone’s back&lt;br /&gt;Where is my voice when the lights go out of my house, coz my taxes are meant for those who default on payments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did I not raise my voice against the injustice being perpeteated&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not conscious that the common man’s back is broken awaiting justice from the courts&lt;br /&gt;Where was I when judiciary stands in defence of criminals coz it say a man is not guilty till proven by law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I tolerate to hear that you have to bribe someone to get justice in court&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tolerate the fact that some among the judiciary is corrupt&lt;br /&gt;Where is my voice when the industrialist bribes bureaucrats to get his work done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is my voice when he grabs others land to sow his vision of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where is my voice when they pollute the atmosphere and I turn a blind eye&lt;br /&gt;This nation does not need leaders, it needs each of us to be shaken from our stupor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s inked in the constitution is forgotten by those who uphold the offices and our so called people’s representatives&lt;br /&gt;We have all taken the freedom fought for by our forefather’s as a granted thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe all we need is another freedom movement, to cure the evil from within&lt;br /&gt;To the forefront has to come leaders in the form of those educated people who give sermons living in their glass houses but are not willing to sacrifice their comforts as long as it does not scar them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By- Nidhi Sidharthan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-308867084878072532?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/308867084878072532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=308867084878072532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/308867084878072532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/308867084878072532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-blame-others-when-i-myself-have_05.html' title='Why blame others when I myself have been so callous!'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-4445104277856355904</id><published>2008-12-01T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:09:02.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Still feeling scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/STOwGFnDRiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8CnhiO1NXzc/s1600-h/1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274753207212656162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/STOwGFnDRiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8CnhiO1NXzc/s320/1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happened in past few days was something which I won’t be able to forget in my life. I have never felt so scared before.I am a person who is born and bought up in Manipur, India, a place where terrorists, naxals and rebels create lots of problems. But seeing what just happened in Mumbai, I really feel sad, insecure and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always use to think that Mumbai is a safe place and I am very much secure out here.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am just writing of what I felt about the whole thing, which happened. But I just can’t imagine about the people who lost their near and dear ones and also those people who have witnessed the terror. Will they ever be able to come out of it???&lt;br /&gt;It’s really very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish if we can do something instead of blaming others or blaming the politicians (remember, at the end of the day its we who vote for the politicians.) If the politicians are wrong then we are also wrong in choosing the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does the page 3 crowd meant by saying that they are not safe even inside a 5 Star hotel, does that meant that safety should be only for 5 Star hotels.Why are we not talking about the crowd who lost their lives in CST station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the Government had got warnings from Intelligence, is it necessary that we should be protected only when somebody warns us? Why can’t we be protected all the time, so that the other person shouldn’t even think of attacking us at any point in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-4445104277856355904?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4445104277856355904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=4445104277856355904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/4445104277856355904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/4445104277856355904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-feeling-scared.html' title='Still feeling scared'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/STOwGFnDRiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8CnhiO1NXzc/s72-c/1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-6030308921938170571</id><published>2008-09-24T15:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:26:24.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At some point of time life seem so unfair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SNoNmti-bPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gUZIpk9KcwA/s1600-h/AllAlone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249523274366217458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SNoNmti-bPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gUZIpk9KcwA/s320/AllAlone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Year have gone by, things are not same anymore with people whom I think are my closest of friends. They no more understand me the way they used to. I used to feel that I am among those, who are blessed with such good friends. Maybe with time people are prioritizing their needs and requirements. It's so stupid of me to think that they are still the same as they were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends comes in but old friends are still the best friends. It feels a bit ok when a new friend betray me, but when a friend who is so close hurts me, then it feel so bad like hell. Because when I didn't had anyone in my life, they were there to share things. The feeling that they don't trust you anymore is so scary. And it's so stupid of me to think that they are still the same as they were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times the feeling of love is so strong that it gives you some kind of positive vibe as well as some form of energy where you feel that being in love is the best feeling. To feel there is someone who is always there for me no matter what, make me so confident in life. And at that point of time when I realize that the person is not bothered, life seems so unfair. The pain it gives is not something which can easily heal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-6030308921938170571?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6030308921938170571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=6030308921938170571' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6030308921938170571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6030308921938170571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-some-point-of-time-life-seem-so.html' title='At some point of time life seem so unfair.'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SNoNmti-bPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gUZIpk9KcwA/s72-c/AllAlone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-5044362440585218793</id><published>2008-08-13T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:32:02.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend, I miss you lots..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SKKiGInzf2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0EyqUWOGfgE/s1600-h/FIGFGS-8801SecretsBetweenFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233923943235288930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SKKiGInzf2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0EyqUWOGfgE/s320/FIGFGS-8801SecretsBetweenFriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met one of my dearest friend after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my college friend, who came from Chennai. She is going to UK for further studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to Mumbai to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a day off from office but that one day was not enough, so on the second day also I took half day from office just to meet her again. I don't know when I will see her again, so didn't want to miss the chance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the best friends of mine and a gem of a person; I am not saying this because she is my friend. It's so difficult to find a person like her. I guess I am lucky.&lt;br /&gt;She is one person you can always depend on. She is always there for all her friends with that sweet smile of her, to hug you and to make you feel that no matter what, she is your best friend. She is always jolly, making everyone around laugh. Even if you are with her for the first time, she will make you feel as if she knows you for years. She has best collection of shoes which I envy. Her dressing sense will impress you. She can be a girl next door, a sexy lady and sometime just causal, crazy about shopping just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time she left Mumbai we hardly call each other, still our friendship is so strong that even if we meet after six months everything seems the same. The way we use to talk, giggles, always confuse where to go for lunch then shopping. Update about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left Bangalore for Mumbai I use to miss my friends so much and at that point of time I didn't had any friends in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel I am going through same phase again.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says good time never last long but good friends are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is one such relationship which is so pure and makes life so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She is one such friend who adds colors in my life making it a beautiful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss her like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-5044362440585218793?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5044362440585218793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=5044362440585218793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5044362440585218793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5044362440585218793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-friend-i-miss-you-lots.html' title='Dear Friend, I miss you lots..'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SKKiGInzf2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0EyqUWOGfgE/s72-c/FIGFGS-8801SecretsBetweenFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-559953490934071592</id><published>2008-07-29T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:53:41.928+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How important is to have someone special in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI8LwEIirqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lygRg3NdvYk/s1600-h/flower-piano_fuul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228410612771630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI8LwEIirqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lygRg3NdvYk/s320/flower-piano_fuul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on with its ups and down. Sometimes a small thing make me smile to glory and sometime even a tiny thing bring tear in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would have been the way it was… but..&lt;br /&gt;But that one person's entry in my life gave a whole new meaning to my life. I am very romantic person and always believe in Love but never thought that this special person can change my entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came as a stranger, then a friend then a person whom I feel comfortable to share my feelings, like, dislikes. Then after that I start trusting him more than before and now he is someone who is very special for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to imagine what love is all about but when you actually fall for someone that's the time you realize how special the other person is.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a fairytale which I use to believe but it's not less then a fairy tale if you believe in the person you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special person in my life is very special to me as he is my life itself.&lt;br /&gt;I am a kind of person who can't just sit at home but now I don't care where I am as long as I am with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment with him is moment to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the place or not the gifts but it's the effort he put in for every small thing to keep me happy and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love, it's the wish of other person which is more important to you rather then your own wish.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I know so much about life and am quite mature to handle things but now I know what is life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your special one feel how special they are, the same they will make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;They know that they are special but its equally important to show your emotion in action than just keeping quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-559953490934071592?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/559953490934071592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=559953490934071592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/559953490934071592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/559953490934071592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-goes-on-with-its-ups-and-down.html' title='How important is to have someone special in my life'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI8LwEIirqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lygRg3NdvYk/s72-c/flower-piano_fuul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-2754977625614848047</id><published>2008-05-23T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:09:38.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'May' for ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203519227533520210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SDadKwMM7VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kNVjFJLbXYI/s320/06052008652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; It my Birthday this month, if not for anything else it’s special for me because it’s my birthday ;)&lt;br /&gt;Start the month with shopping and more shopping, honestly I can’t count how much I shop this time. Was not able to meet any of my friends as final exam is from 9th May, all are busy studying on my birthday but was really happy to be with the one I love to be with.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my favorite place also “Ishkon Temple’. I love going there, feel so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Actually I had quite a memorable birthday or should I say lovely birthday…&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was so happy with the bouque Minx sent but this year, I got more then I deserve. I love to feel special and birthday always make me feel special. And this time it’s all because of him. No one has ever tried so much to impress me, no one has ever made me feel so special the way he make me feel. And yes I am impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for dinner to a new place “Blue Frog” where there Live band playing. But I love the ambience more, it’s amazing. I had nice time out there. It was a wonderful day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change doesn’t mean always negative or always positive. But yes, a person can change your life completely. I have experience both the side of it. I am sharing this with my own personal experience. Things end and things start. We are just left with experiences, at times it’s really difficult to understand and go on but still life goes on. And to go with the flow is the only options. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-2754977625614848047?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2754977625614848047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=2754977625614848047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2754977625614848047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2754977625614848047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-for-me.html' title='&apos;May&apos; for ME'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SDadKwMM7VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kNVjFJLbXYI/s72-c/06052008652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-3594191641271804927</id><published>2008-03-20T10:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:19:17.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Certain kind of people....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179680105893508978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R-HrnPnwt3I/AAAAAAAAADc/D06NlruKxrs/s320/Mixed%2520Flowers%2520and%2520a%2520Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In life, when I feel that there is nothing much I can do now.&lt;br /&gt;Knowingly or unknowingly certain people walk into my life… ,&lt;br /&gt;which almost change my attitude towards life in a positive way&lt;br /&gt;or in a way which I think was not possible or atleast very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are the one who made the world a better place by just being in it&lt;br /&gt;Certain kind of people….  who always end up doing somethings which make big difference in the life of others.&lt;br /&gt;People…. who always think about others first before they think about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they don't even know how much happiness and hope they give to others by just being themselves.&lt;br /&gt;These are people who never have to work hard for being good or nice to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;In short they are nice human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like sunlight in my gloomy days.&lt;br /&gt;They shine on to the corners of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Its not their presence which brings meaning to life but the way they touches my heart that gives a beautiful meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing a very Happy Birthday to one such person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-3594191641271804927?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/3594191641271804927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=3594191641271804927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/3594191641271804927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/3594191641271804927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/03/certain-kind-of-people.html' title='Certain kind of people....'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R-HrnPnwt3I/AAAAAAAAADc/D06NlruKxrs/s72-c/Mixed%2520Flowers%2520and%2520a%2520Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-6274469092026945770</id><published>2008-02-14T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:55:14.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For My ValentinE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R7PM93CzElI/AAAAAAAAADU/D5w3mZQfx_w/s1600-h/Saint_Valentines_Day__003273_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166698560643863122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R7PM93CzElI/AAAAAAAAADU/D5w3mZQfx_w/s320/Saint_Valentines_Day__003273_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With you I don’t need any special day to celebrate my Love&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to miss any occasion to celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need any special treatment on this special day&lt;br /&gt;Because being with you is the most special treatment for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, I came to know the real meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;Happy little memories go flitting through my mind&lt;br /&gt;I have even experience the pain in Love being with you&lt;br /&gt;So, the love we share is real and true as life itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distances sometimes take away my smile&lt;br /&gt;But just the thought that you are with me&lt;br /&gt;Brings my smile back on my face&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts and memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to find the picture of your face,&lt;br /&gt;The feel of your touch..&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go beyond my thoughts or leave my love behind&lt;br /&gt;Because I keep you in my heart and forever on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not tell you&lt;br /&gt;But every time I see you I fall in love again and again with you&lt;br /&gt;And though I may not tell you&lt;br /&gt;I think you know it’s true that I find daily happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very thought of you&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete and worth&lt;br /&gt;I love being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Valentine’s Day my Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-6274469092026945770?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6274469092026945770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=6274469092026945770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6274469092026945770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6274469092026945770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-my-vatentine.html' title='For My ValentinE'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R7PM93CzElI/AAAAAAAAADU/D5w3mZQfx_w/s72-c/Saint_Valentines_Day__003273_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-5575667954774931984</id><published>2008-01-15T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:25:56.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2007 FoR mE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R4yeMQ4LUSI/AAAAAAAAADE/gRBDIu6nktQ/s1600-h/submerged-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155669606958584098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R4yeMQ4LUSI/AAAAAAAAADE/gRBDIu6nktQ/s320/submerged-flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Got one of the best gifts of my life which is only mine. Have gone through many ups and down but what matter is that we are still together. This is one reason which makes 2007 special for me. I won’t say is a merry ride but I learned a lot this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day is always special to me but this year it’s memorable just because i got to know the real meaning of Valentine’s Day. It was quite a nice day for me spent time with my college friends, my best friend and my sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am happy that I am able to make my final decision about something which been irritating me for so long. If things are never meant to happen there is no point in trying. I may have hurt the other person but I just can’t do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are two kinds of relationship in life, one is where you are forced by birth- like your uncle, aunt, cousin etc and the other ones are by choice -like your school friends, college friends etc. I can trust relation by choice but not the one by force. It really hurts when someone close ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes my Birthday, I won’t say it was great but it was good. Nothing much happened, went out with my friends. The only thing which made my Birthday special was because of ‘HIM’, he was far from me but was with me from the start of the day till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Got to know more about someone and the relation become stronger day by day (touch hood) ;) what shall I write about him, he is the best. He shows me the real meaning of Love, if I still believe in love, its all because of him. If I am wrong he won’t take it lightly, he will shout and try to change to make me a better human being. Love is not just Hindi movies love story. In any kind of relationship you have to work hard to make it happy and strong, you just can’t take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am very particular about making friends so I have few good friends but this year I got to add some more names in my good friend list. One being Arun Gokul and another Ameet, Ajay, then Pratik, Salomi, Priti, Fisher. Really like to thank them for being there for me in my ups and downs. This year I had to go through many downs in life. So if I am smiling today after going through all these things, it’s because of them. Friends worth keeping till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trip to Shirdi “Sai Baba”, was one of the most memorable trip which I will treasure whole life. I felt I am really blessed; I was there for aarti for half an hour. I was with the person whom I love the most that too in such a holy place. What more could I ask for… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; It’s really good to get back good friends after some stupid misunderstanding, and the best part being that we are still the same. I am really happy that he is back in my life as my best friend ever. I say best friend because nobody knows me better then him. He is one person you understand me completely and maybe the only person who will say sorry even if it’s my faults. Thanks for coming back in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Lastly, trip to Goa. That’s the closing event for me in 2007 and an opening of a new chapter in my life. Got to be with some very important people which will be more important with time. It’s just the start. Long way to go. And one thing which I learned, dreams do come true but you should never expect that, it will turn out the way you dreamt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-5575667954774931984?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5575667954774931984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=5575667954774931984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5575667954774931984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5575667954774931984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-for-me.html' title='2007 FoR mE'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R4yeMQ4LUSI/AAAAAAAAADE/gRBDIu6nktQ/s72-c/submerged-flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-3565483179998253354</id><published>2007-11-08T16:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:46:51.145+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RzLobrJumQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wuJCy_3_TQY/s1600-h/8455-017-07-1021.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130418487666055426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RzLobrJumQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wuJCy_3_TQY/s320/8455-017-07-1021.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time again to celebrate the festival of Light. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter where you are, the spirit of the festival make you feel special. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best part is that everyone is busy with one or other thing shopping, cleaning, rangoli, sweets, new dresses, crackers etc. all this are the soul of Diwali.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY DIWALI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-3565483179998253354?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/3565483179998253354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=3565483179998253354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/3565483179998253354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/3565483179998253354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RzLobrJumQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wuJCy_3_TQY/s72-c/8455-017-07-1021.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-6680390113700107609</id><published>2007-11-03T12:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:59:18.787+05:30</updated><title type='text'>27/10/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RywdQGpRunI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0r7lGDiI1s/s1600-h/oxkdbjxh300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128506238167005810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RywdQGpRunI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0r7lGDiI1s/s320/oxkdbjxh300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have been thinking about writing this post from one week. Actually it’s nothing special as such, but it was special to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been going out with friends for Birthday Parties, Friendships day, Valentines Day and all other days, which are meant to be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Even 27th Nov, was one such day Then what make it so special that I am writing this blog. It was my office Diwali Treat. My first ever office party. I heard lots of story about office trip and parties from my friends and seniors but never got chance to experience myself. Now even I can share my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a place call &lt;strong&gt;‘Forest Café’&lt;/strong&gt;, a very nice place. But the best part was that it has a DJ playing all rocking number. As I love dancing what more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;The food was good, I got to try different cuisine, and as long as Chinese cuisine is there I don’t have any complain. I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus point was that I came to know more about my colleague in other department. Usually we are so caught up in our on department that there is not much interaction. So, these kinds of opportunity break the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And to add Cherry on the cake it was my Director’s Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So it was a double celebration for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-6680390113700107609?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6680390113700107609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=6680390113700107609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6680390113700107609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6680390113700107609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/11/271007.html' title='27/10/07'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RywdQGpRunI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0r7lGDiI1s/s72-c/oxkdbjxh300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-8062775175229940598</id><published>2007-10-25T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:09:12.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for being a part of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R2EZocJShuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qiiNBF_95o4/s1600-h/couplelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143420431974434530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R2EZocJShuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qiiNBF_95o4/s320/couplelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RyBmaWpRumI/AAAAAAAAACc/sIrmzRcREs4/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s been many months that we have been together.&lt;br /&gt;We have gone through many things.&lt;br /&gt;I have known you more with everyday&lt;br /&gt;We have our happy days and not so happy days.&lt;br /&gt;But the best part is, We are still the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the first time I heard your voice&lt;br /&gt;First time I met you&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first time you say “I Love You”&lt;br /&gt;Felt that the best thing happen to me&lt;br /&gt;But the best part is, You always surprises me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don’t have much time for each other&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes distance plays a negative role&lt;br /&gt;Life seem quite busy, still life goes on&lt;br /&gt;But the best part is, there is sense of belongingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a word from you bring smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Being with you, I enjoy the magic of Love&lt;br /&gt;Realize why it is call as falling in Love&lt;br /&gt;Toady, I love You more than yesterday but less than tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Because I fall in Love all over again with&lt;br /&gt;‘ You’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you for being a part of my life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-8062775175229940598?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8062775175229940598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=8062775175229940598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/8062775175229940598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/8062775175229940598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-for-being-part-of-my-life.html' title='Thank you for being a part of my life'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/R2EZocJShuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qiiNBF_95o4/s72-c/couplelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-4348374496211525368</id><published>2007-10-15T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:41:32.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Between College and Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RxNWemqZCGI/AAAAAAAAACU/ryPrYLT_f5I/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121532285024798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RxNWemqZCGI/AAAAAAAAACU/ryPrYLT_f5I/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its been really long that I haven’t update my blog. Many people are even complaining. I never knew that complains can be good at times, as it help me know that there are people who like my blog. Actually, I always make an excuse saying that I don’t have anything to write about, but honestly speaking, I have so many things happening in my life that it become difficult to decide which topic to start with.&lt;br /&gt;               Ok let’s start with Work. Now it has become my necessary evil. New place new people (I am talking about my work place when I join, now its almost 5 months). Feel actually very different, different from what I see and what I thought it would be. To start off my career, I think I came to a right place. Small Company always gives you more responsibility and in return, learning is more. I joined the company in hurry, as it’s a part of my MA part 2 to join somewhere in HR. So this thing again prove that “You always get what you deserved” (my all time fav saying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to work, I joined as a fresher.&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was kind of scared, because everyone keeps on telling me that it will be different this and that… It’s not like what we use to do when we were in college. First one month went on learning. From next month onwards, work on full swing. Within two months I came to know a lot about the Service world.&lt;br /&gt;In my current organization I feel I am still part of my college group because in my team everyone is very cooperative and ready to help at any point of time. Yes, like any other workplace work pressure is there, stress is there but it’s not too much.&lt;br /&gt;People keep on saying about the work profile and all in an organization but I feel that work environment is also very important at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing is ‘How supportive is your Supervisor?’.&lt;br /&gt;This is one plus point about my organization.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on talking about my work now and then but for now its enough.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;College has also become very demanding as it’s my final year. Projects and more projects. Presentation, more books. In my First Year “Mocha’s” use to be my classroom but now I came to realized that my college has very good Library too ;).&lt;br /&gt;Really I am stuck in between college and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-4348374496211525368?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4348374496211525368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=4348374496211525368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/4348374496211525368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/4348374496211525368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/10/stuck-between-college-and-work.html' title='Stuck Between College and Work'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RxNWemqZCGI/AAAAAAAAACU/ryPrYLT_f5I/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-7445711656181757657</id><published>2007-06-14T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:11:12.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for you forever…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RnE3LK8WmWI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qf8nLXuzw_w/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075898920078842210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RnE3LK8WmWI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qf8nLXuzw_w/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the days to be with you are nearing&lt;br /&gt;Each day seem like a year to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I feel that it was just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But again I feel like I have not seen you for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I have never waited&lt;br /&gt;Never waited for anyone like this before in my life&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the days to be with you again&lt;br /&gt;Everything seem so new&lt;br /&gt;Everything seem quite exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you brighten my day&lt;br /&gt;There is a kind of glow in my face&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need a reason to smile when you are near me&lt;br /&gt;As you are the smile of my life&lt;br /&gt;You coming here will bring my smile back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lonely without you&lt;br /&gt;My world is incomplete without you&lt;br /&gt;As you are the only one&lt;br /&gt;For whom I can wait for this Lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-7445711656181757657?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7445711656181757657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=7445711656181757657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/7445711656181757657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/7445711656181757657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-for-you-forever.html' title='Waiting for you forever…'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RnE3LK8WmWI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qf8nLXuzw_w/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-5252137985356435981</id><published>2007-05-24T02:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T02:21:10.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A sense of feeling which came with someone special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RlSntYQHvKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9ovikzhgyPs/s1600-h/ATT65945702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RlSntYQHvKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9ovikzhgyPs/s320/ATT65945702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067859878744669346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A kind of feeling no one has ever make me felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A kind of trust which I always long for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A kind of belonging which make be so complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A kind of Love… Yes Love.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Love itself is such a big word, people who are lucky in love says.. Love is so Beautiful and people who are not so lucky feel love is such a waste of time. No matter what, for me Love is Sacred. As only, love can bring meaning to your life. You have to fall in love to experience it. Don’t be scared to fall in Love. I am not saying that Love is always Beautiful. If I have to explain Love in a word then its “BITTERSWEET”.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many people come in my life; people leave me alone with time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things change, people change, feelings change.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But a kind of feeling which came with someone, it’s so different. At one &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;moment I feel that I can do anything and the next moment I feel lonely. Sometime I feel alone in the crowd and sometime even when I am alone I can feel his presence.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the very first time in my life, I think twice before doing anything. First I think whether he will like it or not. How will he feel? :)&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like asking him for every small thing.&lt;br /&gt;But this doesn’t change me as a person. I am still the same. Its just that the feeling is so different, I become more confident, there is always a feeling which make me believe that he is always there for me, in heart if not physically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I can’t even think of hurting him in anyways. As for me, Love is all about loving the other person more then myself. Just being with him makes me believe that life is not so bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-5252137985356435981?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5252137985356435981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=5252137985356435981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5252137985356435981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/5252137985356435981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/05/sense-of-feeling-which-came-with.html' title='A sense of feeling which came with someone special'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RlSntYQHvKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9ovikzhgyPs/s72-c/ATT65945702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-2175831229381463168</id><published>2007-05-19T18:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:32:46.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The End or The New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Rk70UoQHvJI/AAAAAAAAABs/d0WJHtw4MbU/s1600-h/423937320_67f5882a0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Rk70UoQHvJI/AAAAAAAAABs/d0WJHtw4MbU/s320/423937320_67f5882a0d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066255266077981842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Journeys end. Friends depart.&lt;br /&gt;Every phase of life comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;But every end is also a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;It is a new chapter waiting to open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s up to you what you want to think about,&lt;br /&gt;The End or The New Beginning!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;These lines inspire me to write, its quite sometime I haven’t written anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s so true, every End is a new Beginning. Sometime we are so lost in the ‘End’ of something that we are not able to see the ‘Beginning’. I know it’s not easy to be happy when something nice end in our life, I was really lost when I first came to Mumbai, no friends at all. That too, after living only with friends for 3yrs in hostel. But slowly with time, I know what to do and where to start. But the initial days were so bad. I use to miss my college, which I never thought . Miss my entire hostel as well as college friends. All of them have move on in life; I use to think I am the only one stuck out here. Whenever they call up, they will tell me about their new friends and all. They were happy with the New Beginning and I was sad because of the End. So later on I came to realize which path to go. Now I am happy with the New Beginning, new friends, and new way of life but yes the same old Dreams. How can someone Change their dream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Life is all about choice. It’s up to you to decide. The choice is between the End and Beginning….. Everything changes with time. Which seem important at this point of time may not be so important later on in life. But we have to go with the flow.. This is what life is all about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-2175831229381463168?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2175831229381463168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=2175831229381463168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2175831229381463168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2175831229381463168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-or-new-beginning.html' title='The End or The New Beginning'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Rk70UoQHvJI/AAAAAAAAABs/d0WJHtw4MbU/s72-c/423937320_67f5882a0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-660744898451348446</id><published>2007-05-08T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:28:40.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me 6th May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RkBXUAo0aUI/AAAAAAAAABk/DtBA3nKeHOg/s1600-h/06052007125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RkBXUAo0aUI/AAAAAAAAABk/DtBA3nKeHOg/s200/06052007125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062141982444644674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a year older; but I truly agree&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we're older but no wiser For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same” &lt;/span&gt;Dreams which sometime seem impossible. But still dreaming about it and hope it will come true someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Wingdings; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let’s come back to reality; My Birthday was quite nice not because I celebrate it with full swing. It was just like another day, some bit of shopping, went to meet one of good friend as she was not well, then at night went out with my cousin and friends. But the feeling was good, happy I guess the only thing which say ‘happy’ birthday make a person happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Happy because I start my day and end my day the way I wanted but still, was missing someone badly. Happy as my mom, dad, bro, sis and all my friends whether old or new make me feel so special. Another year has past, when I look back I am quite happy, the way i had come but its just the starting.. still a long way to go. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“A miles to go before I sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A miles to go before I sleep.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(127, 127, 127);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-660744898451348446?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/660744898451348446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=660744898451348446' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/660744898451348446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/660744898451348446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-to-me-6th-may.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me 6th May'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RkBXUAo0aUI/AAAAAAAAABk/DtBA3nKeHOg/s72-c/06052007125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-2297114124705563076</id><published>2007-05-03T19:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:26:05.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank you all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RjodZQo0aSI/AAAAAAAAABU/16wlm2pDR8E/s1600-h/45921602_0503b9bd78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060389451104282914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RjodZQo0aSI/AAAAAAAAABU/16wlm2pDR8E/s320/45921602_0503b9bd78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;I got this fantastic idea from, one of the best writer I ever met in my life. As soon as I read his post I was like I have to do the same thing for people who matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;The whole idea to this post is to thank some people for good things they did to me or to other people. At times you want to thank them but you really don’t know how to do it. So, here is one of the options. These few words may justify their good work but I will try my best.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really want to thank, appreciate people whom I have met in school, college, work place or maybe in the part of so call ‘Life’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;o:p style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The idea is to follow a simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;baton carrier mechanism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; to review or interview or recommend a person whom you know personally, or have met online, or have interacted for professional work, or have been a fan of his/her profession, or you just have a crush on him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;The reasons can be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;just for fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;to appreciate a person for his work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;to let others know more about the person and his/her work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;and much much more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;You can see &lt;a href="http://www.brajeshwar.com/2007/i-respect-regard-and-recommend-these-people/"&gt;some simple rules&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Here are my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Recommendation, Reviews and Appreciation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; of the following people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Bidya Takhellambam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Where to start about this girl? She is gem of a person. I am so proud to say that she is my best friend, I don’t make friends easily, and best friend…. I have known her for more then 7yrs now. In this period we have learned from each other, grow together as a better person. She is a beautiful person; I don’t mean the physical appearance. I will call every person lucky, who got a chance to know her. That’s make me lucky too ;). She is a person who believes in herself more then anybody, who know what she want I in life and who is always ready to take any kind of risk to fulfill her dream. Once she starts talking there is no way you can stop her. She is the only person who understand my silence more then my words, and the only person I can believe blindly. Best part of her; give her a piece of cloth she will come out with a dress from that piece of cloth. I meant she will design, do the cutting even stitching that too with only her hand. Isn’t it amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/482807814/"&gt;Bidya's Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vasupradha chetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;How can I forget the first time I met her. I swear she will never forgive me for that. A dark beauty who know how to laugh, you know what I meant. When she laugh it’s seem like nobody in the world can be as happy as she is. A software engg by profession but a person who will only read about art and philosophy, maybe that’s why we get along very well. Best part about her is that she very dedicated to whatever she does, she may not like it but she will always give her 100% to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;She is one person who can get along with anybody and everybody. I friend for lifetime is what’s best describe her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/482808232/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Vasu&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;'s Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/482808232/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the baton from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brajeshwar.com/2007/i-respect-regard-and-recommend-these-people/"&gt;Brajeshwar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I am passing on the Baton to the following&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minnie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vasu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Arun Gokul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-2297114124705563076?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2297114124705563076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=2297114124705563076' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2297114124705563076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2297114124705563076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-all.html' title='Thank you all.'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RjodZQo0aSI/AAAAAAAAABU/16wlm2pDR8E/s72-c/45921602_0503b9bd78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-2691679236615446821</id><published>2007-04-29T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:47:46.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For someone special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RjQ4Qwo0aMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2F9uMLFIhDQ/s1600-h/30032007047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RjQ4Qwo0aMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2F9uMLFIhDQ/s200/30032007047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058730142029080770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The days are quite challenging, the nights are too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day is like a year to me, when you are not near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still smiling, still waiting, and missing more then before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i know somewhere somehow you always give me hope to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, Sometime your silence speaks louder than your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But your words, your voice is the only source of strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The strength which make me believe that you are always with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how far you are, but in the matter of heart you are so close.&lt;br /&gt;So close which make be feel that nobody can ever be so close with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I long for; the days were you pamper me like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;I long for, the way when you shout at me when I make stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I long for, the time I had with you, only with you.&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t wait to be with you. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till then, let your words, your voice give me strength&lt;br /&gt;The Strength &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which I need till I see you again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-2691679236615446821?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2691679236615446821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=2691679236615446821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2691679236615446821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/2691679236615446821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-someone-special.html' title='For someone special.'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RjQ4Qwo0aMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2F9uMLFIhDQ/s72-c/30032007047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-1870302601476059593</id><published>2007-04-25T00:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:52:55.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heart Vs Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Ri5VPiWEWGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vBU-yDOFXMw/s1600-h/111961754_c08de80817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Ri5VPiWEWGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vBU-yDOFXMw/s200/111961754_c08de80817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057073156989409378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today one of my friend told me, listen to your Brain. I just told him.” Let my brain do their work in my studies and office work” I don’t want to involve my brain in the matter of Heart. I was wondering ‘Is it really necessary to listen to Brain in every aspect of life?’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can’t I just do what my Heart want? Here I am not talking about any particular thing. Almost all my friend says ‘don’t be an emotional fools’. As I used to take things quite seriously and I used to trust people easily but not anymore. They think that if I do things, according to my heart wants, then I am not being practical. I do so because I don’t want to lose the touch of innocence by trying to do the entire thing in an artificial way.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What does Brain actually do? It helps you think, make you see all the good and bad side of the thing and lastly it help you decide what the best for you. In doing so, you are just being on the artificial side of so call ‘The norm of living’ and not doing what your heart want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not trying to say that it doesn’t help. It help in all the ways but the only lost in it, is that you become the victim of the situation. You forgot to enjoy life in real sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to be like this, like any other person. I know by listening to my Heart I sometime end up crying because I can ask myself to listen to my heart but I can’t expect the same thing from the other person.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whatever the situation is it’s always good to look at both the side, I meant Heart and Brain.&lt;br /&gt;For me it’s the Heart which rules but yes I will still say ” Let my brain do their work in my studies and office work”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-1870302601476059593?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1870302601476059593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=1870302601476059593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/1870302601476059593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/1870302601476059593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/04/heart-vs-brain.html' title='Heart Vs Brain'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Ri5VPiWEWGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vBU-yDOFXMw/s72-c/111961754_c08de80817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-6180967636883732739</id><published>2007-04-02T01:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:47:03.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can you keep a secret???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RhAVLD0C2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ynMV4WYpRYo/s1600-h/31032007051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RhAVLD0C2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ynMV4WYpRYo/s200/31032007051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048558462028667570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;‘Can you keep a secret?’  Is the name of a book by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sophie Kinsella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; actually my current favorite of course after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;‘Harry Potter’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. It’s a delightful novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; is a former financial journalist and author of the bestselling novels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Confession of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties the Knot, Shopaholic &amp; Sister, and The Undomestic Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. I haven’t read any of the above novels but yes after reading this book, I will surely read all of the rest.&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;It’s a story about Emma Corrigan, a young woman with a beautiful heart, an irrepressible spirit and a few little secrets…like&lt;br /&gt;Secrets from her Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;She always thought her boyfriend looks like Ken. As in Barbie and Ken&lt;br /&gt;Secrets from her mother&lt;br /&gt;She lost her virginity while her Mum and Dad were downstairs watching Ben-Hur.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets she wouldn’t share with anyone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But she spills them all to a stranger on the plane, thinking that she will die and he was the last person she ever sees. She thought he was a stranger…. Until Emma comes face to face with that stranger, Jack Harper, the company’s elusive CEO, a man who knows every single humiliating detail about her….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The dialogue is sharp, even the minor characters are well drawn. She witty takes on mundane office and family life will really make you laugh out loud. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So if I ask this question “Can you keep a secret???” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many people many opinions. Some says yes and some said no. Or should I say should we share our entire secret or not??&lt;br /&gt;For me I feel that if it’s going to create unwanted tension it’s better to keep quite.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, like Emma from the novel she remains the same person after all.&lt;br /&gt;I just love the whole idea of love and trust in the novel. That’s very much important in any relation. Whether you have a secret or not.. it doesn’t matter as long as you love and trust the other person. Everyone has their on little secret in life. You shouldn't force the other person to tell their secrets even if you are her/his boyfriend/girlfriend. Trusts the people you love, forget about the secret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-6180967636883732739?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6180967636883732739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=6180967636883732739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6180967636883732739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/6180967636883732739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-keep-secret-is-name-of-book-by.html' title='Can you keep a secret???'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RhAVLD0C2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ynMV4WYpRYo/s72-c/31032007051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-249018557047894472</id><published>2007-03-28T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:25:26.462+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For the SAKE of it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seem like everyone is in love with this movie “Namesake” by Mira Nair.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I go or any friend I meet or any blog I open, everyone is either writing or talking about the movie. Even I have seen the movie. I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to write the review for this movie as I think I will not be able to give a justified review and on the other hand I don’t want to write just for the sake of writing a review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After watching the movie I would love to read the book someday. If the movie is so good then I am just wondering how the book will be like.&lt;br /&gt;Movie has its on plus point but you can never competed with the book. I have read all the Harry Potter series and Harry Potter is my favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even I like the entire Harry Potter movies but there is a huge difference between a book and a movie. Till now no movie has come up to its expectation.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This maybe because when we read a book we picture everything in our mind and when that thing doesn’t match with the movie then we feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;People who love reading will always go for book as it give them the freedom to imagine and picture the whole story, the way they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, coming back to the movie, I think is really a great movie. Like almost everyone acting. I won’t write more as I already said that I won’t write the review.&lt;br /&gt;But I will definitely say that if you haven’t seen this movie then you should go for it.&lt;br /&gt;It really worth watching, you won’t regret it in any ways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-249018557047894472?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/249018557047894472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=249018557047894472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/249018557047894472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/249018557047894472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-sake-of-it.html' title='For the SAKE of it....'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-8266950563455393865</id><published>2007-03-25T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:33:02.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the path of Life……</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have certain thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Certain kind of thinking about everyone I care&lt;br /&gt;I care for them because they are mine&lt;br /&gt;Mine because they will be there for me always&lt;br /&gt;Always? Sorry I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;Wrong very wrong in judging People &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who matter&lt;br /&gt;People who make a difference&lt;br /&gt;All in the path of life..&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How do you feel when you are Hurt?&lt;br /&gt;‘Hurt’ by People whom you always believe&lt;br /&gt;‘Believe’ that they will always be there for you&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For me I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I lost trust&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I don’t really know them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel that there was a reason for everything&lt;br /&gt;A hidden reason for their ‘care’&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Learning from my mistake&lt;br /&gt;Mistake in making opinion about people&lt;br /&gt;Especially about people who are so so close&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Will I stop trusting?&lt;br /&gt;Should I trust them again?&lt;br /&gt;No, how can I trust them when they have hurt me deeply&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;All I have to say is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;‘Dont hurt somebody so badly that the person cries from her heart’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say that this is all in the path of life…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-8266950563455393865?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8266950563455393865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=8266950563455393865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/8266950563455393865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/8266950563455393865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-path-of-life.html' title='In the path of Life……'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-9027180195432831721</id><published>2007-03-23T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:43:44.771+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Fever…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today it’s Different&lt;br /&gt;Here I am not talking about some party or disc.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the big day for the Indian Team.&lt;br /&gt;Today as everyone knows this match will decide everything.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is a country where cricket is not only a Game.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a Religion. People worship cricket.&lt;br /&gt;It’s kind of funny to think about it I meant our national Game is Hockey but it’s always Cricket which create wave for everyone.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Even I love Cricket but only when &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is playing.&lt;br /&gt;Today it will be fun only if &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; wins the game.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a do-or-die situation.&lt;br /&gt;Different people different views, some are skeptical and the others feel the team Rocks.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am praying for a Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish the Team Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;We must support our Team and their talent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-9027180195432831721?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/9027180195432831721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=9027180195432831721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/9027180195432831721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/9027180195432831721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-night-fever.html' title='Friday Night Fever…'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-262799929873748761</id><published>2007-03-22T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:19:30.024+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changing Phases of Life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Never expect anything from anyone’ is the best thing everyone should learn in life…&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Life would have been so much easier if I had known this from before…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For me it has always been that do good thing and expects the same in return but it’s not like that in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And one more thing, people change according to there need and profit. So beware of people who are extra friendly to you or who act as if they love you without any intention (in reality they don’t). I am an emotional fool. I trust people easily without realizing there hidden intention and at the end of the day it’s me who gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blame any one for anything, as I take it as changing phase of life maybe I deserve it. It’s all a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;First it was a phase of showing that they care for me and now is the phase when they are tired of me. It can’t be the same Right!&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Life itself is a great teacher. It teaches you everything.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the people whom you have known for years will act as if you don’t know them. You have certain kind of opinion for these kinds of people. But when you come to realize that whatever you think about them is wrong. It feels like it’s the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;With things like these, sometimes I feel so lost and my confidence is shaken. If people whom you have known from years turn out like this then what will you expect from people whom you have known only for some months?&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I mention the very first line in my writing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;People change with their requirements. No matter, whether you know the person for years or months. But people like me who think that they are always the same people are the one who is affected. Ok excepted… maybe life was meant to be this way….&lt;br /&gt;This is what I meant by the changing phases&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I am writing now is also a phase of life maybe in my next writing it will again change….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Changes keep life going…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;: |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-262799929873748761?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/262799929873748761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=262799929873748761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/262799929873748761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/262799929873748761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/03/changing-phases-of-life.html' title='Changing Phases of Life.....'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-117147778624715954</id><published>2007-02-14T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-16T16:35:16.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The so call Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The day where everyone is lost in love..&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say Love is in the air again..&lt;br /&gt;For me love is all about loving the other person more than myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this?&lt;br /&gt;Because if you can’t love yourself, you wont be able to love anybody. Try to appreciate the goodness in yourself as it’s the only way which will help you see the goodness in other person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"If I love myself despite my infinite faults. How can I hate anyone at the glimpse of a few faults"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Vivekananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;    -Benjamin Franklin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh! coming back to my topic.. I almost lost my track.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For me Valentine’s Day is always a special day.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am not say that I need a special day to celebrate my Love but to have a special day once in a year is always wonderful like Birthday.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;V Day is all about Love, all different kind of love, not necessary that it should be only your BF.&lt;br /&gt;People have a wrong concept of V Day that it’s only for couple.&lt;br /&gt;I maybe wrong but my idea is very different. My best can be my Valentine; my parents can be my Valentine, my bro can be my Valentine. It’s a celebration of love so it can be anyone, it can even be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            I just love the atmosphere of Love all around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have anybody in my life whom I can call the Love of my Life or my Valentine but I do have lots of people in my life who loves me so much that they don’t even give me time to think about someone special in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like my best Friend Bidya it’s really an amazing feeling to see her so so happy, her BF is in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; so I have to buy gifts and flower for her on the behalf of her BF. So when she saw the gift she was shouting laughing : ))&lt;br /&gt;And another one my Bhabhi who is more then happy just because she is with my bro she doesn’t want anything more.&lt;br /&gt;And yes she was the first one to wish me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Yes definitely I would also love to have someone special in my life but at the same time I don’t have any complain too as I know even my day will come… One fine Day ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till that time will celebrate my V Day with my near and dear ones. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy Valentine’s Day.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Love is like a piece of art work, even the smallest bit can be so beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -Stanci Cinninggham&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -Sam Keen&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“You call it madness, but I call it love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -Don Byas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-117147778624715954?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/117147778624715954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=117147778624715954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/117147778624715954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/117147778624715954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-call-valentines-day.html' title='The so call Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-116985035694310840</id><published>2007-01-27T03:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:25:26.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This New Year ;; ))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the      very 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; day when everybody was celebrating New Year, I was      busy shifting. But it’s ok as I like the new house more then the old one,      so it does start with happy note. I know New Year come with a new      beginning but this year its kind of different. The good part is that I am      with my Bhaibheji who is more like a sister(touch wood). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Met      someone for the first time on 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Jan 07. I never expected that      it will turn out this way. Life is full of surprises (maybe this is one of      it). Lets see which way this meeting lead to. I think a lot for every small to      small things but sometime its better to stop thinking too much and ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just do      it&lt;/span&gt;’ attitude is much more better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Finally      done with my Root Canal which I have been neglecting for past so many      months. Going to Dentist is like my regular routine for this month. It      hurts, but was not that bad. Everyone around me scares me so much that I      keep on postponing again and again. Finally it’s done.      Now I just have to go for my final check up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Seen      almost all the movies which were release, from ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhagan Bhag’&lt;/span&gt; to ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bable&lt;/span&gt;’ to      ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I See You&lt;/span&gt;’ to ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/span&gt;’ to ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt;’ to ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Covenant&lt;/span&gt;’. As it’s the      beginning of the year I don’t have much work to do so end up watching all      the possible movies. I like Blood &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Diamond&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt; the best. Now waiting      for ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Salaam e Ishq’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;SHOPPING      Wow!!! I can’t do without it. My life is not so complete without shopping.      Bought dresses,  chappals, bags, earrings and other stuff like curtain and      all. My best Fren &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bidya&lt;/span&gt; is the ultimate partner for  shopping. It’s went to all the shop possible. Ya how can I forget my Bhaibhiji’s      Saree. It’s really awesome. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Went      to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Shidhivinayak&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.      I have been dying to go there from the time I have landed here in Mumbai.      I think it’s after one and half years that i got this opportunity. For going to any temple I believe      that its in God's will, how much ever you try to go, if God doesn’t want      to give Blessing you will never reach the temple. I have been waiting for      this, from long time. Thank you dear God. Patience really pays.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best      one I clear in all my papers. I am So happy : )  I know how I prepare      for this exam. I was stuck between work and coll. How much I was      struggling at both the ends. On the last day of my Theory paper I lost my      mobile phone. When I enter the examination hall my mind went blank still I      manage to write some good answers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met my      fren &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pavi &lt;/span&gt;after one and half year. Feel so good. Happy that I have friends      who are far from distance not from our friendship. We were not in touch      for so so long time but when we meet it’s like the same old days. Talking,      giggling blah blah blah.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Vasu &lt;/span&gt;is finally coming to Mumbai. She is      one of my Best fren from Bangalore. Actually she was senior in the hostel.      Now she is working in Pune. She have three days holiday. When we are      together every moment is like celebration. So now is Me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bidya &lt;/span&gt;(my school      fren) and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Vasu&lt;/span&gt;. Hope the society people won’t complain as we will be      shouting and laughing all the time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Partying.Yeah!!      From the beginning of the year I went clubbing every week&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love dancing) Now it will be more exciting as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Vasu&lt;/span&gt; is coming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This      year start with positive note. Or maybe, I become more mature with time as      till now I don’t have any grudges, no bad feeling for people who hurt me      who betrayed me. Or maybe I have decided to leave the negative feelings      with last year. I can forgive all those who hurt me but I will never      forget. All this help me become a better person. So it’s better to learn      and go on in life. As I can’t do anything to change the Past but I can always      plan for better Future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To      have someone who is always there for you is the best thing. Now I can also      say that I have someone who is there for me in whatever I do. The one who try his best to make me smile all the time, help me in every possible way he can. Quality time      with close ones and with all my best friends are the moments to be treasured. So      this year start with all my near and dear ones by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; including new      people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-116985035694310840?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/116985035694310840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=116985035694310840' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116985035694310840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116985035694310840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-new-year.html' title='This New Year ;; ))'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-116755031952985582</id><published>2006-12-31T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:54:23.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So call Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Talking with a stranger, trying to be nice and sweet, trying to know each other a bit more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The more I interact the more I came to know about the person. Before he/she was the one of the crowd but after knowing a bit, we are on the process of being ‘Friends’. I cannot call the other person as my Friend, as I have just known him/her for sometime and if tomorrow he/she doesn’t call or doesn’t have time for me or something happen to them. It won’t affect my life because emotionally I am not attached with the other person. Yes I will feel bad for sometime but life will go on as before.&lt;br /&gt;So in this way the word 'Friend' come to its real meaning when we are truly attached with the person in there happiness as well his/her sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mostly people use this word ‘Friend’ everywhere according to their convenience.&lt;br /&gt;But those who know the meaning of Real Friendship will never make friend easily and once they count you as friend they will never let you down. They can do anything for a  friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that this in the only way. As sometime it take a lifetime to know a person and sometime even a moment spent with the person is more then enough to know the person. (Please don’t get me wrong, I am only talking about friendship not Love  ...don’t mix up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of beginning for any kind of Friendship. And as usual all kind of early relationship is quite exciting and interesting. But with time I come to know about the person more and more that’s were I know how strong my relation with this person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk with so many people but that doesn’t mean that all are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any rules and regulations stating how my Friends should be. Maybe it’s just the likes, dislike, nature, hobbies, etc. match so much that we have so much in common that we just can’t stop talking about all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just follow my heart as heart never lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20716177-116755031952985582?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/116755031952985582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=116755031952985582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116755031952985582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116755031952985582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-call-friends.html' title='So call Friends...'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-116455927084120973</id><published>2006-11-26T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:13:24.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To all my Friends who are not so much in touch with me.. : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 5.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lightslategray;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5.25pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am really sorry that I haven’t been in touch lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5.25pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really hope that you know how much I miss the entire time i spent with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5.25pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times I have written letters in my thoughts but I am really sorry to say that sometime I get caught up in my daily schedule and I feel like I don’t have anytime to write or any interesting news to share or shall I say not any happening stuff to share as before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 5.25pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wont promise that I will do better. You know me better. But I do want to take time today to remind you how much you are LOVED and MISS by Me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 5.25pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And lastly I hope that somehow each day through the year even when you don’t hear much from me, you just take it on faith, that I am wishing you well, for I am….. And I always will be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5.25pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I Miss you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-116455927084120973?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/116455927084120973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=116455927084120973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116455927084120973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116455927084120973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-all-my-friends-who-are-not-so-much_26.html' title='To all my Friends who are not so much in touch with me.. : )'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-116154133767368846</id><published>2006-10-22T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:43:15.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And......I'm tagged again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postContentToggle"&gt;&lt;h4 class="total"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--                  Writ&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--                  WriteCommentsCollapsor();               //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;span class="hide" onmousedown="toggleAllComments(); try{this.blur();}catch(e){}" id="btnAll" style="display: none;"&gt;Collapse comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking  about&lt;/strong&gt; ...... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;exam(its from 14th nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...... (to myself) dont think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want  to&lt;/strong&gt;..... go for long drive with the one who i miss all the time, right now(its 11:30pm now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="cpost-container" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;div id="cpost-display"&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish&lt;/strong&gt;  ...... money is not so important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear&lt;/strong&gt; ..... Bin tere from the movie 'woh lamhe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder .....&lt;/strong&gt;whether this person knows me completely or not, its really confusing at times as  i am not able to decide till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regret .....&lt;/strong&gt;not being near my dad when he was not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I  am .....&lt;/strong&gt;a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance .....&lt;/strong&gt; to 'hips dont lie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing .....&lt;/strong&gt;when I am with my group Neelam, Sneha, Ankita and Kaneeneka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry .....&lt;/strong&gt; almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not always .....&lt;/strong&gt;thinking only about shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make with my hands  .....&lt;/strong&gt;rangoli last night for Diwali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write .....&lt;/strong&gt;journal (have to sumit as soon as college start).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I confuse .....&lt;/strong&gt;imagination with reality ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need .....&lt;/strong&gt;my very own huge room where nobody is allow to enter(sometimes i just love to stay alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-116154133767368846?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/116154133767368846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=116154133767368846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116154133767368846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/116154133767368846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/10/andim-tagged-again.html' title='And......I&apos;m tagged again.'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-115200669576911497</id><published>2006-07-04T15:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:14:20.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why does we always love the one who hurt us the most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everyone talks about love… love in different way different context with different people. I seriously do not know whether true love exist or not but, I had seen many time (I said I had seen not feel) that at the end one always end up broken hearted, whether it’s the guy or the girl. I guess if true love exists then this should not happen. However, it happens everywhere with everyone. With my cousin, my friend, my junior, my classmates, my so called sister blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love so strong that we lost control over ourselves? Alternatively, is it that we love the other person more than we love ourselves that we do not mind getting hurt repeatedly? We know will be disappointed but still we go on with it until he/she leaves us all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Not only this we sacrifices many times, still the other person doesn't love us the way we love him/her. I do not understand why we have to go through all these. We have not done anything wrong to anybody but still we suffer. We suffer for the one we love the most. What have we done to deserve all these? Is it a big mistake to love someone so much… Moreover, love just happens you cannot do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you see him/her with someone else.. At that point, are we being selfish? Because we are not getting that attention, we want… or it is one-sided love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, you will make up your mind that you will not let he/she hurt you again but just a glance, a smile, or a word from the person will make all difference.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, we always end up loving the person who hurt us the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-115200669576911497?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/115200669576911497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=115200669576911497' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/115200669576911497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/115200669576911497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-does-we-always-love-one-who-hurt.html' title='Why does we always love the one who hurt us the most?'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114726821612085519</id><published>2006-05-10T18:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:44:14.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>6th May ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Specail Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day when i wait and wait that everyone will call me.&lt;br /&gt;But this time nothing much happen. But that does not meant that i dont had a good time. I love my birthday the way it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime you expect something and all of sudden something other happen which is not at all bad. I thought my day will be like this and like that but.. it was all diffrent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two of my Best Friends shifted my Birthday from 6th May to 1oth May. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And another one call up as soon as my Birthday end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my younger bother new rule... From now the person who is celebrating the birthday should send the gift. But this rule does not apply on his birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dad, My Mom and my sis msg from the same cell phone to wish me by saying.."love mom" "love dad" "love sis".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my fren call up a day before as she thought that its on 5th. and forgot to call me on 6th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was waiting for my Brother to come before i cut the cake.. i wait and wait and wait. It was getting late and my fren has to go for work. As soon as i finish she rang the door bell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont remeber what all happen more than this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114726821612085519?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114726821612085519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114726821612085519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114726821612085519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114726821612085519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/05/6th-may.html' title='6th May ;'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114594889998719086</id><published>2006-04-25T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:47:59.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Uwanted Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess this is quite common to all of us. I meant “Unwanted Thought”.&lt;br /&gt;Each one of use go through this each and everyday. No matter how busy we are, we still have time for it (unwanted thought) whether we like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it is quite normal. You think for sometime then you have something more important to think about, so you come out of this Unwanted Thought easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why am I writing about this???&lt;br /&gt;Because I am so involved with this unwanted thought more than ever. Everyday I go through the same thing repeatedly. I try my best to come out of it but no use.&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone goes through ups and down in life. I too go through the same thing and I do not have any problem with it but the question is ‘Does each one of you do the same thing which I do?’ That is ’Think more than you can bear’ that is where all the unwanted thought come in. I think so much that even my Blood Pressure goes low.&lt;br /&gt;I know whatever I am thinking is useless but still, I cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it is always easy to advice other that whatever they are doing is wrong and they should do in this way and that way. Blah Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we do the same thing with ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we help ourselves as we try to help others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got my answer…&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I just have one thing to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whenever, you have any question and if you can’t find the answer from anyone, Just ask yourself you will get all the answers, as there is no one in this world who knows you better than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114594889998719086?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114594889998719086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114594889998719086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114594889998719086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114594889998719086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/04/uwanted-thought.html' title='Uwanted Thought'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114560527666541312</id><published>2006-04-21T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:03:40.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day of Ice Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4205/2086/1600/131940230_a1a90e9a42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4205/2086/320/131940230_a1a90e9a42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I went for the preview of &lt;strong&gt;Ice Age 2: The Meltdown &lt;/strong&gt;with Dada and Da Benao.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was cool; I think you all should go and watch it. &lt;strong&gt;Its Worth!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like everything about the movie as there is not a single moment when I felt bore. I love the look of it the most, as it is so soothing to my eyes. However, why is it that the first movie is always better then the second one? I like &lt;strong&gt;Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;/strong&gt; but prefer the first one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, thanks to the movie, I laughed so much after some unwanted and not so happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what’s more interesting is not the movie.. Before the movie, we went bowling and they have some kind of contest. If you score more then 100 points, you get a gift. I try my best but end up getting only 82 points.&lt;br /&gt;Its ok as Dada score 118 and won a gift. It was cool ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, as last night it was the Preview of the movie they have some lucky draw where the first five get &lt;strong&gt;“Ice Age”&lt;/strong&gt; T-Shirt. We won two T-Shirt but we got only one&lt;br /&gt;T-Shirt, as they want to give a chance to others.&lt;br /&gt;It is a cool T-Shirt. I love it : )&lt;br /&gt;I always use to think that I am not that lucky enough to win all this kind of things but I think I need to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end I just want to say that..&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about having patience to bear all the unpleasant days in the hope that my good days will surely come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114560527666541312?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114560527666541312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114560527666541312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114560527666541312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114560527666541312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-of-ice-age.html' title='Day of Ice Age'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114516823690873100</id><published>2006-04-16T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:47:16.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Think About It...</title><content type='html'>"If everything seems under control, you are just not going fast enough."&lt;br /&gt;-John Kenneth Galbraith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Failure seldom stops you. What stops you is the fear of failure."&lt;br /&gt;-Jack Lemmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be faithful in the small things because it is in them that your strength lies."&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114516823690873100?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114516823690873100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114516823690873100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114516823690873100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114516823690873100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/04/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It...'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114501125246641142</id><published>2006-04-14T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:10:52.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Cheiroaba"</title><content type='html'>Wish you all a very &lt;strong&gt;"Happy Cheiroaba"&lt;/strong&gt; (Manipuri New Year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best not to do any thing stupid today as we believe that whatever we do, it will happen throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its stupid but still I believe …&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a wonderful Year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114501125246641142?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114501125246641142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114501125246641142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114501125246641142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114501125246641142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-cheiroaba.html' title='&quot;Happy Cheiroaba&quot;'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114422100656883615</id><published>2006-04-05T12:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:22:05.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>22 THINGS</title><content type='html'>Having been Tag by Dear Mini Minx&lt;br /&gt;Do I have an option?&lt;br /&gt;So, here 22 things about myself she say 20 but I thought I will add 2 more to match with my going to be age 22yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will be 22 in a month, to my surprise I am not at all looking forward to it. Does this mean that I am getting old? Alternatively, maybe I am feeling too lonely these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am extremely snobbish when it come to cleanliness, right thing at right place and my wardrobe, and tend to look down upon those who call themselves “easy going” by not following the mantra of cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Although it seems that, I am always cold, calm and happy. I crib, groan and moan to all who will listen about being able to play agony aunt. (Am an quite moody at times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My ideal man would be very intelligent, have an awesome sense of humor, heart as soft as melted chocolate, which stands by what he believes in, and yet is not beneath admitting he is wrong. Most importantly, he should respect me for the person I am and should trust me too. Guess I have already found him but… (After all you cant get everything in one pack) ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like making friends, and do so easily but I need time to know a person inside out. I can be a friend to anyone from my 2 years old niece to my 65years old grandmother. Once I count a person as real friend, I will be there for the person in all the possible way I can without asking anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Despite having lived in Manipur for 18years, I never find anything to appreciate or to be happy about being a Manipuri. However, my thinking changes, when I was in Bangalore. If I have to do something like dance, presentation or writing an article for college I always wanted to do something related with Manipur. Like Manipuri dance, presentation about AFSPA (Arm Force Special Power Act) in Manipur or writing about Manipuri Ras Leela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like to work all the time, I cannot sit idle but I hate to work under pressure. I need my own sweet time to do anything. Otherwise, I go crazy and become very moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love love love shopping and can shop until I drop. In addition, I have to try all the dresses as soon as I reach home no matter how tired or hungry I am. My ideal way to die would be to get hit by an avalanche of my shopping bag in the world’s biggest mall ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I talk to myself all the time whenever I am not in public view. I really love doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To gain my trust is not a big deal but once if it is broken there is no way in which the person can gain back my trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I cannot abide with hypocrites and people who cannot respect others, especially women, and those who saw bad attitude upon people who are economically backward compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I would love to be a youngest kid in the family but I guess my parents want me to be the eldest. Even if am eldest they should pamper me too!! : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Feed me Chinese food, anything with Chicken, Chocolate and Ice cream and I will love you for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I get carried away with my own thing and tend to forget that there is much more to life than what I am seeing of it. Need to remind myself at times to come out of my dream world. Nevertheless, when it come to decision making I am quite practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I dislike lair but when it comes to make someone happy and if, that lie does not cause pain to anybody than I am an obsessive-compulsive liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I believe that, the only way to happiness is simplicity and having a pure heart. Being nice to others no matter who they are “enemies” or “friends”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I am very stubborn and get fiercely possessive when it comes to my near and dear one. Only few people know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I expect things to go in a certain way planned out in my head, logical or illogical but never get frustrated if it did not; as I believe that, some things are not in my hand. Instead, I try to find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I dislike pet, as I am allergy to dog. In addition, a dog once bit me when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love people whole-heartedly, or not at all. There is no in between. Moreover, if I love a person I overlook all their negative qualities and see only the positive side. (I know its wrong but I cant help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love -: Movies, Kids specially my darling niece, Cricket whenever India is playing, Flowers, Chatting, Old Hindi films songs, My mobile phone, Bowling, Books specially “Harry Potter” and “Chicken Soup”, My phone again, My wardrobe, Bowling again, Shopping, More Shopping, JNC (college where I completed my Graduation, never thought that I will miss JNC so much) the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can always forgive but can never forget. And I truly believe ‘You will always get what you deserve”. Lastly, I love this quote “Life is difficult, it was never meant to be easy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114422100656883615?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114422100656883615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114422100656883615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114422100656883615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114422100656883615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/04/22-things.html' title='22 THINGS'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114415648904873743</id><published>2006-04-04T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:50:31.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Journey...</title><content type='html'>Reached station at 7 in the morning, our train was supposed to leave at 7:55am on the 17th of Feb. We have one whole hour, so we talk, look here and there, and make stupid comments about the people who were busy doing their on stuff. After 10min, we heard that the train has been delayed by 5hrs, five whole hours in the station, where you do not even have a place to sit. Now we have to find a way to keep our bags, as there is no way in which we could go home with all our bags. After asking the Station Master, we found a place but Deema and Bung agree to stay there. So Jeena and me went home in local train, the crowd in the train was an experience. Reached home at 9am, was feeling damn sleepy so slept off for some time, left home at 11:30am, reach Dadar station at 12:30 both of them were looking for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1:30pm and the train was not even there. “What the hell?” we wait and wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, by 4pm the train arrives. I cannot believe the train was delayed by 8hours, that too from the starting station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the train started moving, we all had our lunch and sleep off. Got up at night and had little bit of rice. Talk for sometime then off to sleep again. I was missing my niece.&lt;br /&gt;End of first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got up quite early but I was still sleeping (the way the train move always make me sleepy) finally I have to get up as I was not able to bear the noise this ‘chawala’ make.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the toilet there was no water, I was not surprised as it happen all the time. I used our drinking water to wash my face. There were so many people trying to sell different things. But there was one woman, she really impressed me. She was selling grapes we bought 1kg from her. She kept her bag under our seat and asked us to keep an eye on it, and then she went to other compartment to sell her grapes. It was time for lunch so we had fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she came back to get her bag. What impresses me about her is the way in which she arranges the grapes from the bag to her basket. She had few bunch of grapes in her basket and emptied the basket by keeping the grapes on a newspaper. After that, she took out one bunch after another from the bag in such a way that it should not get spoil. She done in such a systematic way that everyone around was just staring at her and was waiting to see whether she will manage the whole lot in that basket.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite impossible. We were saying that it will not fit but she managed it so well.&lt;br /&gt;First, she put good ones then she covered it with a layer of newspaper after that she kept the entire bunch, which were there in her basket before, again she covered it with another layer of newspaper. Lastly, she kept all the single grapes in one side. She had done it beautifully that everyone smiled when she left.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner then slept off; I was missing my niece so much.&lt;br /&gt;End of day second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up quite late, had breakfast together. After that, I slept off again. Had to get up, as it was time for lunch. We were singing Manipuri songs; everyone was just staring and laughing not because of the song but the way Deema was singing. After that, we were playing cards. We decided not to have dinner, as we were not at all hungry. We were planning not to sleep too. Most of them got down in NJP so most of the berths were empty. We were quite happy but our happiness did not last, as it was destroyed by three men who were completely drunk. They were acting very strange to Jeena and me and were staring at us as if they were about to eat us. We were so scared and irritated that we went to next berth were they cannot see us. We did not sleep until 2.00am but slept off after that. Had to get up at 3:30am as we were supposed to reach Guwahati at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached exactly at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;End of train journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one whole day in Guwahati as our bus is supposed to leave at 3:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;We were tired like hell so spend the entire day just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus journey is another story so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114415648904873743?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114415648904873743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114415648904873743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114415648904873743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114415648904873743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/04/journey.html' title='The Journey...'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114396347015046050</id><published>2006-04-02T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:32:17.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flickr.com</title><content type='html'>Here are some of my photos.&lt;br /&gt;Will add more pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to My profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lindathejyoti/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/people/lindathejyoti/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see all of My contacts here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lindathejyoti/contacts/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/people/lindathejyoti/contacts/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And photos here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check 'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114396347015046050?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114396347015046050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114396347015046050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114396347015046050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114396347015046050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/04/flickrcom.html' title='Flickr.com'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-114353890374241461</id><published>2006-03-28T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:11:43.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will be back.. to normal</title><content type='html'>Went home for a month for my cousin's marriage.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;Now he is happily Married keeping himself away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Dont even have time to call me unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-114353890374241461?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/114353890374241461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=114353890374241461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114353890374241461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/114353890374241461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/03/will-be-back-to-normal.html' title='Will be back.. to normal'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113999352188021791</id><published>2006-02-15T14:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:20:58.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy/ Not Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At times, it has&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt; become so hard to decide whether I am happy or not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am happy to do things which make people around me happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always try my best to give whatever I can just to make them happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At times, it has&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt; become so hard for me to decide whether I should &lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;go on or not, as&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many &lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;times I end up doing things which I don’t want,&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to make people happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can be happy if i think&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I am doing things which make them happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I even have a reason not to be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just wonder whether these things happen with all the people or only with me!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of us has a tendency to think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘why me’&lt;/span&gt; all the time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I won’t say that as I believe that…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You always get what you deserve”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So whatever I do must,&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-15T11:16"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what I deserved.…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;: -/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113999352188021791?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113999352188021791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113999352188021791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113999352188021791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113999352188021791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-not-happy_15.html' title='Happy/ Not Happy'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113994043341615266</id><published>2006-02-14T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:37:13.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish You All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAppy Valentine's  Day : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am quite late but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113994043341615266?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113994043341615266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113994043341615266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113994043341615266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113994043341615266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/02/wish-you-all-happy-valentines-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113948930221584732</id><published>2006-02-09T18:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:49:24.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Pune Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The drive to Pune, and back to Mumbai was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday went to Pune for a meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The speed we went reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up to 160km/h!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn’t mean that we were driving at that speed all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had been stuck up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possible traffic in Mumbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to wonder will I ever get out of this traffic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I got my answer yesterday in Mumbai-Pune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's simply amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know the highways are always good for long drive but I never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect that it would be so 'Cool'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While coming back we met with an accident nothing much happened&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's just that &lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:George" datetime="2006-02-09T18:28"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our front tire got puncture. Changing the tire was the scariest part as we were not supposed to stop on a highway. Most of the vehicles were moving very fast.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we reach home safely at 12:30 at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Good things always happen with a bit of negative thing in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113948930221584732?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113948930221584732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113948930221584732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113948930221584732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113948930221584732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/02/mumbai-pune-express.html' title='Mumbai Pune Express'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113922820914676742</id><published>2006-02-06T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:08:13.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Potter Mania</title><content type='html'>She was my junior when I was in college; she is crazy about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She loves each and everything about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She calls herself my younger sister and use to hate me whenever I introduce her as my junior. &lt;em&gt;“Why can’t you just say that I am you sister?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very different from the other girls I ever met. I was with her for almost a year. Initially she was not so close with me but later on, we became very close.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of being with her was that, it just reminded me of my school days.&lt;br /&gt;I was just like her…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Excited about everything,&lt;br /&gt;Want to go with the flow,&lt;br /&gt;Eager to do something new all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to make mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Not scared of anything,&lt;br /&gt;Always fighting with mom,&lt;br /&gt;Movies,&lt;br /&gt;Magazines,&lt;br /&gt;Shopping,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy about movie stars,&lt;br /&gt;To live in different world,&lt;br /&gt;Music and more Music (there is a difference - she like rock music, I prefer films songs)&lt;br /&gt;Want to be perfect in life,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and more Dreams about things, which are not in hand&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When I met her for the first time I realize that time and age has change me. Moreover, I feel that it happen for the best. I am not saying that I have change completely. Now, I can differentiate between my dream world and the real world.&lt;br /&gt;When I like someone, I like it to the core and I use to think that the feeling will never fade no matter what. Now she also feels the same. I try explaining that with time, place and age your likes will change. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No, I will never change my feelings about Harry Potter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just told her; Meet me after you complete your degree.&lt;br /&gt;She is in her first year degree. She is a very sweet girl with a pure heart. If she like someone she can do anything for that person but if she hate someone then.. You better be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a call from her recently, she is still the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Che I miss you”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is what she always tell me whenever I call up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Time, With Place, With situation, With People, With Age&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Changes…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113922820914676742?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113922820914676742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113922820914676742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113922820914676742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113922820914676742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/02/potter-mania.html' title='Potter Mania'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113886936369335974</id><published>2006-02-02T13:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:19:03.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confused Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh! You want to go for the marriage&lt;br /&gt;Ok Go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Next moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What is the use of going? Don’t go.,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Next day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ask about the flight timing and fare.&lt;br /&gt;When are you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Next Moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What is the use of going? Don’t go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Next day, we try buttering him by putting his favorite song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Find out the timing in Jet airways so that we can meet in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Next Moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What is the use of going? Don’t go..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we have to listen to &lt;strong&gt;“Tarap Tarap”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113886936369335974?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113886936369335974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113886936369335974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113886936369335974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113886936369335974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/02/confused-character.html' title='Confused Character'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113861617643116878</id><published>2006-01-30T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:48:30.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Wordsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" Sweet is the lore that nature brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Our meddling intellect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Misshapes the beauteous forms of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We murder to dissect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enough of science and of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Close up these barren leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Come forth and bring with you a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that watches and receives".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                 Wordsworth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish this to happen at some point of time in everyone's life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113861617643116878?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113861617643116878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113861617643116878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113861617643116878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113861617643116878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/romantic-wordsworth.html' title='Romantic Wordsworth'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113860878062310177</id><published>2006-01-30T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:35:34.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Watch it and you will Love it..</title><content type='html'>Went for the movie &lt;strong&gt;“Rang De Basanti”&lt;/strong&gt; last night and I just cannot help but to fall in love with it. I never liked &lt;strong&gt;Amir Khan&lt;/strong&gt; but after watching the film I have to say that, now I do like him.&lt;br /&gt;The cast is quite interesting with many new comers. And, most of them did a good job, I am quite impressed with their acting but I feel that &lt;strong&gt;Alice Patten&lt;/strong&gt; who play a Brit filmmaker’s was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, &lt;strong&gt;Madhavan &lt;/strong&gt;special appearance was like adding more spice to the film.&lt;br /&gt;Its all about college life and how everyone enjoy when they are in the college but once, they set out in this 'Big Bad World' everything change.&lt;br /&gt;We had been watching college love story in almost all the movies, it all seems that our life start and end only with stupid college romance. However, this movie shows the reality of life. It shows how a bunch of college students can change the entire system.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie was the sense of &lt;strong&gt;“Patriotism”&lt;/strong&gt; which each one of us has but we always wait for the other person to start, 'if they start then only I will join'. Why can't each one of us take initiative to do something good for the nation without waiting for others?&lt;br /&gt;This movie shows that if we want to change something it has to start form I, me. We just can't wait for a miracle to happen. We do not have any right to point finger to others if we are not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakeysh Mehra&lt;/strong&gt; did a great job unlike his first movie. There was not a single second in the entire movie where I felt bore.&lt;br /&gt;The music is &lt;strong&gt;“ROCKING”.&lt;/strong&gt; Just can’t stop singing, &lt;strong&gt;“rang de basanti mure rang de basanti”. &lt;/strong&gt;The timing of all the songs are perfect, even the background score with the guitars is fantastic&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A R Rahnam rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Overall, it is a Great Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch it and you will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the last show and I cannot believe it was packed. I had been staying in Mumbai for the past 8 months and the only entertainment for me is watching movie and shopping. Therefore, I watch almost all the movies but I had never seen such a crowd like last night. We were sitting in the third row from the screen but I enjoyed like anything. We reach home at 2:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, one more thing happens last night, that is bowling… I love bowling and last night my bro, my sis and me where playing after so long. I broke my nails while playing but I do not mind. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113860878062310177?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113860878062310177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113860878062310177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113860878062310177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113860878062310177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/watch-it-and-you-will-love-it.html' title='Watch it and you will Love it..'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113826023726683825</id><published>2006-01-26T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:53:40.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Normal day to Nice day ; )</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It feels so good when things happen without any plan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is irritating when things don’t work out according to the plan. It happens to with me almost all the time. Nevertheless, good things do happen without any plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began as a normal day, got up quite early as I have to meet one of my friend who came to Mumbai for just 2 days. Was suppose to meet him at 11:30am but I was late, you know the traffic in Mumbai (or am I blaming the traffic whatever)&lt;br /&gt;Travel in the local train it was fun. Then we went for a movie. Roam around for quite sometime, it was nice. Then had lunch. I was talking like anything; after so many days, hope he was not bored with my stupid talks. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my normal day turn into a nice day and this happen just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I was bore with my routine life so yesterday was like "Great". All the credits go to Minx and Abhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that &lt;strong&gt;“You always get what you deserve”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;However, till now I am not able to figure out, what did I to deserved such a lovely friends. I guess I am quite lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Yes and one more thing &lt;strong&gt;“Expect the unexpected”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe this is the answer to my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are happy everything seems wonderful, this is the way of life. But, I guess it is an ability to see the positive side even when you are low. How I wish I could do this. Sometimes I can but not all the time. Life would be easier if everyone could do this.&lt;br /&gt;Hope some day it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113826023726683825?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113826023726683825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113826023726683825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113826023726683825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113826023726683825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/normal-day-to-nice-day.html' title='Normal day to Nice day ; )'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113766739457137678</id><published>2006-01-19T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:18:38.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Little Angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4205/2086/1600/benao1%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4205/2086/320/benao1%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story about a little girl. She is just two years old.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to play all the time like any other kid. Always up to some mischief. She is the soul of the family.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like a doll. Fair as white chocolate with hair so silky that most of the hairclips refuse to stay. Voice so sweet that always stays with one of her rhyme either "&lt;strong&gt;Twinkle Twinkle"&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;"Baa Baa"&lt;/strong&gt; or "&lt;strong&gt;Chubby Chicks"&lt;/strong&gt;. And sometimes even &lt;strong&gt;“aap ke kashish”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire family dance in her tune, first it is her bachou(uncle) who loves to buy anything and everything just to see her sweet smile. Then her mom, dad, nene(aunty) and kaka(uncle) everyone will do anything for her. She is another name for the word &lt;strong&gt;“Happiness”&lt;/strong&gt; in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is very naughty at times, will not listen to anybody until she get what she want.&lt;br /&gt;If she likes something, she has to watch it repeatedly. Initially it was “&lt;strong&gt;kajre re&lt;/strong&gt;”, “&lt;strong&gt;Monsters Inc”, “Robots”&lt;/strong&gt; etc&lt;br /&gt;Currently it’s “&lt;strong&gt;Annie”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this family, everyone is busy with his or her own work; little girl is the one who is always there for everyone. This is the story of this girl and there is no end to it as she has just started her journey and there is a long way for her to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with her is always a pleasure for everyone. Maybe that is why old people say that the best thing to do when you are depressed is to play with them. You will forget all your tension and will get lost in their world.&lt;br /&gt;They are your best of friend at times; sometime you even forgot how to smile. At that time, they are your teacher. You cannot say no to them no matter what you are going through. At times, you feel that you do not love anybody but you can never feel that you do not love her. Here again she is the source of love for you. There are so many other things, which you do not realize, but its there in one or the other form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am writing this just to let everyone know that we always look at big big thing to make us happy but even a little girl can bring so much happiness to so many people.&lt;br /&gt;Small things are the one who brings us the real happiness in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me she is my life, no matter what i just cant see are crying.&lt;br /&gt;With her i am the happiest person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113766739457137678?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113766739457137678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113766739457137678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113766739457137678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113766739457137678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-angel.html' title='Little Angel...'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113749409831663573</id><published>2006-01-17T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:07:28.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Morning...</title><content type='html'>Days like today come occasionally to make me realize that he is there as always. It is me, who sometime feel that he does not love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a normal morning; I wake up when the dhood wala rang the bell. It was quite early so I slept again. I thought it was a dream but I realize it was not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Just a small act can change the entire mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person does not need to prove his love everyday.&lt;br /&gt;He is a very caring and a very loving human being but rarely shows his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;He always act like &lt;strong&gt;“Hitler”,&lt;/strong&gt; sometime he even call himself &lt;strong&gt;“HITLER who follows gandhism”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me or should I say for all of us, he is like the &lt;strong&gt;God Father&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I compare with one of the character from &lt;strong&gt;“Harry Potter”,&lt;/strong&gt; I will call him &lt;strong&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't need to write more, the name says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113749409831663573?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113749409831663573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113749409831663573' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113749409831663573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113749409831663573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-morning.html' title='One Morning...'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113741290760913821</id><published>2006-01-16T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:20:18.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A ring that made my day ; )</title><content type='html'>For a change, I am Very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is getting married on 22 Feb, my favorite cousin. I am so happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one person in the world, which can make me smile no matter what I am going through. Moreover, I am glad that he is always there for me in my vicissitudes. He makes me feel as if there is no tension at all I was just wasting my time thinking about it. Whenever he calls up, he always has an answer to all my questions. I thought I was lost. Lost in nowhere but now my vision is quite clear. Thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the best part about him is that he will make me think that I am the one who come up with the solution, not him.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time, he was always there for me and I know that even in future he will be there as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At time you really need someone who will listen to you not matter what rubbish you are talking and for me it is always him. Moreover, I am happy that it is he because he has enough patience unlike other who gets bugged with my stupid talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls up today to share the good news with me.&lt;br /&gt;He told me the biggest truth about life, which make be feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“There are always two sets of people in this world. One who always love you for whatever you do and the other who always hates you for whatever you do”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the answer to all my problems. (I guess)&lt;br /&gt;Life seems so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dear Da….( This is what I call him)&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113741290760913821?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113741290760913821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113741290760913821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113741290760913821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113741290760913821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/ring-that-made-my-day.html' title='A ring that made my day ; )'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113714567219359417</id><published>2006-01-13T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:22:59.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stupid ME......</title><content type='html'>I am in the mess. It’s all because of my own stupidity. Why I cant I live a happy and easy life like others? Why do I screw up my own life again and again? Am I so dump? Am I the most unwanted person around? Why do I let everyone bother me so much? Why cant i ever do a thing right?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to face the unwanted situation again and again?&lt;br /&gt;Am I so bad? Is there any good quality in me? If yes please someone let me know about it, I think I really need to know about it at this point of time otherwise I wont have enough strength to carry on in life.&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t want to survive each day.&lt;br /&gt;But I always end up doing something stupid and I always let him down because of my stupid act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever do something, which will make him smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113714567219359417?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113714567219359417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113714567219359417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113714567219359417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113714567219359417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid ME......'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113706317334959085</id><published>2006-01-12T13:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:42:18.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends... we are not so complete without them</title><content type='html'>I think I am quite lucky in this department.&lt;br /&gt;As I have quite a lot of them, some very close, some close and some not so close still they are my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Friend”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to share some of my best days with them.&lt;br /&gt;I will call them by their initials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“P L”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I met her when I was in Bangalore for my BA degree.&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my closest friends or should I say more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;She was my senior in college.&lt;br /&gt;When someone mentions the word Friend, I can only think about her.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would meet someone like her.&lt;br /&gt;Being with her was the best thing, which happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can describe her with a very good saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Simple living High thinking”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A very good quality about her is that she is a very good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I owe a lot to her especially in studies. I don’t have to take a note in the class as I already have her note. I had spent some of my best days with her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her too much.&lt;br /&gt;I even wrote a poem for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Part of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I stand alone in the path of life&lt;br /&gt;Where everything seems unknown&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are withering away&lt;br /&gt;Not enough strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I come across a smile&lt;br /&gt;Who showed me the true meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;Who taught me to be more humane&lt;br /&gt;Who touches my soul, not only my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I move on,&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Hope is always behind me&lt;br /&gt;Everything seem exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never the same&lt;br /&gt;Call her my Friend&lt;br /&gt;Call her my sister&lt;br /&gt;Call her my companion&lt;br /&gt;But to me…&lt;br /&gt;She is an inseparable part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“V P”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even she was my senior but she was in different a college.&lt;br /&gt;She was an engineering student who only talked about arts and philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;Once we start with philosophy we don’t know where to stop.&lt;br /&gt;There is one famous incident, which I can’t stop myself from sharing with you all.&lt;br /&gt;The day when she shifted to my hostel I was talking with “P” about horror movies, as she enter the room I screamed like anything… thought she was a ghost (she still hates me for that)&lt;br /&gt;But after that, things were great, at the end of 2years she became one of my close friends with whom I share almost everything till now.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to meet her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now my classmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"M V”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She is one of the sweetest gal I ever came across in life, always ready to do anything for me. Not only for me but always ready to do anything for any of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;We were in the same class for 3years but we came quite close during our documentary movie as we were in same group, I had the best days of my college life during that time. How much we bunk classes in the name of documentary and lunch was always great as we eat out all the time trying to explore the entire food joint nearby our college. She loves books and books and more books. She started reading horoscope because of me and i started having soup because of her. Now i cant live without soup : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about her is that she always wants to see me smiling no matter what. If I don’t she threaten to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what she think about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Shakuntala: Name at birth - Nongmaithem Jyoti Devi . Known as Shakuntala for her graceful performance in the play of the same name. The typical north eastern beauty with skin like milk that stays that way no matter what she does or eats. Sigh. Loads of fun to be with, talks nineteen to a dozen, with firm and unchangeable views on almost every topic in the world, always laughing, rarely loses her temper, way too rational. A friend nobody would regret having. Created major havoc during our documentary because half the racers fell in love with her. Idiots. Awesome lunch pal. Also a totally awesome roommate to have because she loves washing clothes and dishes and giving people massages, and is generally quite the efficient housekeeper. OBSESSED with chicken, will absolutely not set foot in set foot in any food joint that does not serve it. A big time movie buff, with a major soft spot for sob stories. The horoscope queen, who won't move a foot unless Bejan Daruwalla or Linda Goodman ordains it. One of those people who are always perfectly turned out with matching clothes, perfect jewellery, and permanently done eyebrows and painted nails and the like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“P S”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don’t have much to write about her but I just want to thank her for helping me in being the person I am today. She was like " The Perfect Gal".&lt;br /&gt;I was really scared of her in the beginning and I never thought that we would become such a good friends someday. She seems tough, like a guy but deep down she is a sweetheart. And one thing is sure about her, whatever she does she will give her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to write only about this two girls, don’t ask me why?&lt;br /&gt;But I love you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113706317334959085?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113706317334959085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113706317334959085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113706317334959085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113706317334959085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/friends-we-are-not-so-complete-without.html' title='Friends... we are not so complete without them'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113695700687353094</id><published>2006-01-11T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:56:01.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>I am just another gal with high dreams&lt;br /&gt;My blog will let you know the insight about me.&lt;br /&gt;For me my blog is like my personal diary &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Life is difficult, it was not meant to be easy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I truly believe in this saying as for me, everyday is a struggle and no matter what I have face it with smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that you can win the world with a sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113695700687353094?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113695700687353094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113695700687353094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113695700687353094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113695700687353094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-113678613347460920</id><published>2006-01-01T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:10:03.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>I just created a blog for myself and wanted to wish everbody a Good Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20716177-113678613347460920?l=lindathejyoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/feeds/113678613347460920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20716177&amp;postID=113678613347460920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113678613347460920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20716177/posts/default/113678613347460920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindathejyoti.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI78VBtET4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Hx9iFYp7fJE/S220/Lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
