<?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-17709288</id><updated>2012-01-09T16:58:33.192+05:30</updated><category term='snow fall'/><category term='Unargiraen'/><title type='text'>JusLikeThat</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing actually... jus like that..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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href="http://www.iplt20.com"&gt;http://www.iplt20.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hv Fun !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-1126760679629193661?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/1126760679629193661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=1126760679629193661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/1126760679629193661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/1126760679629193661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2008/04/watch-ipl-online.html' title='Watch IPL online'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-2686721288358469502</id><published>2008-02-20T19:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:33:53.008+05:30</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Ratthamum satthamum thaannitthamum ulagengum&lt;br /&gt;nam ethir kaala santhathiyarukuyedhai vittuvitu sellapogirome...&lt;br /&gt;indha Yutthathai thavira???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-2686721288358469502?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm0IrCCJehc/RctT1ImkvkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mMhwfba2uRU/s1600-h/DSC00584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm0IrCCJehc/RctT1ImkvkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mMhwfba2uRU/s320/DSC00584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029205581196738114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-4067677817012889765?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/4067677817012889765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=4067677817012889765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-2604583379158409879</id><published>2007-01-24T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:33:19.506+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow fall'/><title type='text'>Its snowing here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Its Snowing here and am loving it..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on earth could be so pure as Nature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm0IrCCJehc/Rbc7nYUOHOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wV9PQiSQQg/s1600-h/hyde+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm0IrCCJehc/Rbc7nYUOHOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wV9PQiSQQg/s320/hyde+trees.jpg" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-3282534696402017993</id><published>2007-01-18T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:15:19.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bring the Smile :)</title><content type='html'>Being the reason for others smile is the world's best gift that you could ever gift youself.&lt;br /&gt;This is out of my personal experience..This would inturn give u a feel of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;Try out :) .. i felt it today !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-3282534696402017993?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/3282534696402017993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=3282534696402017993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/3282534696402017993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/3282534696402017993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2007/01/bring-smile.html' title='Bring the Smile :)'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116912922732365789</id><published>2007-01-18T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:42:33.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hayagriv Rhymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5344/1712/1600/746334/Hayagriv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5344/1712/320/138021/Hayagriv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rhymes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-bah black sheep by my sweet cute Nephew Hayagriv :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.geocities.com/priya_k_priya/Hayagriv.wav"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/priya_k_priya/Hayagriv.wav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cudn't stop missing him !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116912922732365789?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116518677822493235</id><published>2006-12-04T04:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:29:38.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jus the distance matters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5344/1712/1600/539540/DSC047180104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5344/1712/320/706113/DSC047180104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116518677822493235?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116518677822493235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116518677822493235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116518677822493235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116518677822493235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/12/jus-distance-matters.html' title='Jus the distance matters!'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116412509807504982</id><published>2006-11-21T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:57:21.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GURU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/GURU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/GURU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A.R.Rahman n Maniratnam's Guru !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today got a chance to listen to GURU songs.. beautiful piece..&lt;br /&gt;specially i love hariharan's song - Ay Hairathe is good though it reminds&lt;br /&gt;"poo kodiyin" from IRUVAR.&lt;br /&gt;Tere bina by Rahman..n..Barso re... are specially gud too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its better to say all songs are worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime for music.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try listening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://musicmazaa.com/hindi/audiosongs/movie/Guru.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116412509807504982?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116412509807504982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116412509807504982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/girl_with_balloon-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/girl_with_balloon-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Costly shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Levis jackets,&lt;br /&gt;Allen~solly shirt,&lt;br /&gt;new style wrinkled pants,&lt;br /&gt;Nicely combed n coloured hair,&lt;br /&gt;loaded wallet,&lt;br /&gt;Filled stomach,&lt;br /&gt;None of these could gimme me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, the roadside little girl playin happily with a single baloon did !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116299540836481761?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116257268069238253</id><published>2006-11-04T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:27:06.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>unnodu naan - Kavignyar Vairamuthu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UnNodu naan iruntha Ovoru maNithuLiyum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maraNA paDukayilum maRakaathu kaNmaNiyae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;90 nimidangal thottanaitha kaalam thaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;800 aandukalaai ithayathil kanakuthaDi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paaRvayilae sila nimiDam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayathodu sila nimidam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katti anaithapaDi kaNeeril sila nimidam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilakaNamae paaraamal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ella iDankaLil muththangal vitheithu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mogatthil sila nimadam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yethu niyayam yethu paavam iruvarukum thoNravilai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;athu irava athu pagala athu pattri ariyailai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yaar thodanga yaar mudika oru vazhiyum thoNravilai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iruvarumae thoDanki vittom ithuvareikum keLvi ilai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aChCham kaleinthaen aasayinei nii aNaitthaai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaDei kaLeinthaen veTkathei nii aNainthaai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kanda thirukolam kanavaga mareinthaalum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaDeisiyilae azhutha kaNNeer kaYil iNNum oDuthaDi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WROTE BY KAVIGNAR VAIRAMUTHU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I really love this line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kaDeisiyilae azhutha kaNNeer kaYil iNNum oDuthaDi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;http://www.asianlobby.com/lobby/hall/music/singersdetail.php?name=Arvindswamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116257454903865362</id><published>2006-11-03T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:52:29.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/new.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/new.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116257454903865362?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116257454903865362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116257454903865362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116257454903865362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116257454903865362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116255892241595610</id><published>2006-11-03T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:12:04.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to keep a man/woman busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to keep woman busy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a mirror to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to keep a man busy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow him to watch her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116255892241595610?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116255892241595610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116255892241595610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116255892241595610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116255892241595610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-keep-manwoman-busy.html' title='How to keep a man/woman busy'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116256117612017733</id><published>2006-10-31T10:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:09:36.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take good care of ur parents</title><content type='html'>A conversation....this was narrated by an IAF pilot to IIT students on&lt;br /&gt;special seminar for HUMAN RELATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my father had never traveled by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Jet Airways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, he was preparing himself on that day and we all went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for&lt;br /&gt;window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him experience all these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but the fact that this meant a great deal to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me. But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked back at my life. As a child how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for cricket bats, dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have catered to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to make to accommodate many of our wishes? Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good school. Regardless of the amount of donation, we will ensure that we will have to give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc. But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our sake to see us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see when they were young, it is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I realize how they would have felt at those moments. Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care need to be given to our parents and elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give the best possible attention to all their wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of ur parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116256117612017733?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116256117612017733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116256117612017733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116256117612017733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116256117612017733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-good-care-of-ur-parents.html' title='Take good care of ur parents'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116222632066699057</id><published>2006-10-30T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:24:25.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Survive..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/Gangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/Gangel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Very recently i was touched by an Guardian angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Thats when i really felt existence of ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mine n not Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116222632066699057?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116222632066699057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116222632066699057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116222632066699057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116222632066699057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-survive.html' title='I Survive..'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116222531783850442</id><published>2006-10-30T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:53:57.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Like desert miss the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's raining there and am missing it... really missing it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me n me alone in my scooty with my favourite mp3 collection playing in my ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a sweet long drive happily singing without botherin the crowd around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am missing them..This new city holds many good things around but still nothing attracts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna go back badly.. atleast b4 the rain stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to be there whenever n wherever it rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-116057957337637092</id><published>2006-10-11T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:51:22.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Celine Dion's Best's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can read your mind and I know your story&lt;br /&gt;and I see what you're going through yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill climb, and I'm feeling sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I know it will come to you yeah&lt;br /&gt;So don't surrender 'cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you question me for a simple answer&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, no&lt;br /&gt;But it's plain to see, if we stick together&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find the way, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So don't surrender 'cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is empty with no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And loneliness starts to call&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't worry, forget your sorrow'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause love's gonna conquer it all, all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No mountain's too high for you to climb&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is have some climbing faith, oh yes&lt;br /&gt;No river's too wide for you to make it across&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is believe it when you pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you will see, the morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And everyday will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;All of your fears, cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your teardrops, and I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;All you need is time&lt;br /&gt;Seek me and you shall find&lt;br /&gt;You have everything and you're still alone&lt;br /&gt;It don't have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then you will see, the morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And all of your days, will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;So all of your fears, just cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time to face the storm&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;Grace will keep us safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;And we alone will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems as if&lt;br /&gt;Your end is growing near&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;Just put your trust beyond the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116057957337637092?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116057957337637092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116057957337637092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116057957337637092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/lovengod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-116057636134163976?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/116057636134163976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=116057636134163976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116057636134163976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/116057636134163976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-n-love.html' title='God n Love'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-115954520724666055</id><published>2006-09-29T21:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:23:27.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yahaan sab kuch hai maa phir bhi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/1.0.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-115954520724666055?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/115954520724666055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=115954520724666055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/115954520724666055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/115954520724666055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/09/yahaan-sab-kuch-hai-maa-phir-bhi.html' title='Yahaan sab kuch hai maa phir bhi....'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-115683954463155524</id><published>2006-08-29T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:50:10.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If u feel u Lost Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/page28_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/page28_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Keep moving, even without all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that the path will be there, and concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. You'll be on a clear stretch of road before you know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Trust me. It works!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-115683954463155524?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/115683954463155524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=115683954463155524&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/115683954463155524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/115683954463155524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-u-feel-u-lost-way.html' title='If u feel u Lost Way...'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-115643764357648206</id><published>2006-08-24T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:03:25.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Anthem !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/indian%20flag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/indian%20flag.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXkZI8Eb4IY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXkZI8Eb4IY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many of us  actually remember our national song??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is one of the most beautiful compositions ever penned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vande maataraM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM SasyashyaamalaaM maataram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;koti koti bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;abalaa keno maa eto bale bahubaladhaariNiiM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;namaami taariNiiM ripudalavaariNiiM maataraM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tumi hR^idi tumi marma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baahute tumi maa shakti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tomaara i pratimaa gaDi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mandire mandire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TvaM hi durgaa dashapraharaNadhaariNii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kamalaa kamaladala vihaariNii vaaNii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Namaami kamalaaM amalaaM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;atulaaM SujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ShyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM bhuushhitaaM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shree.Aurobindho Translated Version&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother, I bow to thee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rich with thy hurrying streams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bright with orchard gleams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cool with thy winds of delight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dark fields waving Mother of might, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Glory of moonlight dreams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over thy branches and lordly streams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clad in thy blossoming trees, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother, to thee I bow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And seventy million voices roar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thy dreadful name from shore to shore? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With many strengths who art mighty and stored, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To thee I call Mother and Lord! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though who savest, arise and save! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To her I cry who ever her foeman drove Back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from plain and Sea And shook herself free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thou art wisdom, thou art law, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thou art heart, our soul, our breath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though art love divine, the awe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In our hearts that conquers death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thine the strength that nervs the arm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thine the beauty, thine the charm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every image made divine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In our temples is but thine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With her hands that strike and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her swords of sheen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the Muse a hundred-toned, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pure and perfect without peer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother lend thine ear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rich with thy hurrying streams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bright with thy orchard gleems, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dark of hue O candid-fair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In thy soul, with jewelled hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And thy glorious smile divine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lovilest of all earthly lands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Showering wealth from well-stored hands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother, mother mine! Mother sweet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bow to thee, Mother great and free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What are u waiting for another day another talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Somewhere we have to find a new way to peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What are you waiting for another sign another call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Somewhere we have to find a new way to peace!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-115643764357648206?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/115643764357648206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=115643764357648206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/115643764357648206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/115643764357648206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-favourite-anthem.html' title='My favourite Anthem !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114525908612819890</id><published>2006-04-17T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:19:22.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your choice !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/IMG_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/IMG_1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is jus a sip of your favourite drink! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/IMG_1089.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But u gotto choose it right !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-114525908612819890?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114525908612819890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114525908612819890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114525908612819890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114525908612819890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-choice.html' title='Your choice !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114466026012011627</id><published>2006-04-10T14:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:41:00.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most beautiful and important things in life can only be felt ,&lt;br /&gt;cant be expressed and thats where love and friendship stays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-114466026012011627?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114466026012011627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114466026012011627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114466026012011627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114466026012011627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/04/most-beautiful-and-important-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114330118149110887</id><published>2006-03-25T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:09:41.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a Baby Girl !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/Girlbaby.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/Girlbaby.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-114330118149110887?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114330118149110887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114330118149110887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114330118149110887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114330118149110887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-baby-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Baby Girl !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114259932087027671</id><published>2006-03-17T18:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:38:25.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Must Step In . If I Really Care !</title><content type='html'>Today me and my friend was sitting near the entrance of a open restaurant having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard a little girl begging for food.. i felt really bad to see that girl. Ofcourse she was very well build enough to do some or the other work and earn her bread but still many of these beggars take begging as their family tradition or something else . Few of them even blackmail us emotionally to earn their bread i feel they should use these talents in some other better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If they are physically challenged i dont mind giving them food or money but many of them aren't really. Most of them are jus mentally challenged ~ in the sense kinda hatred towards working and earning money and yeah few demand money as if its their Birth Right ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~~ This reminds me of one incident !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day on my way back to home from school .. i was in 24c Last seat waiting for the &lt;br /&gt;bus to leave the terminus. One little guy came near me and asked for money&lt;br /&gt;i gave him 2 Rs. which really was considered to be decent change while i was in my school days.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise that guy jus gave me back the 2 rs and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;Oops ! i was literally shocked !He doesnt consider that 2RUPEES as some money.&lt;br /&gt;And thats how mostly those beggars treat money as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a Real Chooser !~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok coming to today's happenings &lt;br /&gt; One way i felt i should give that little girl some food but other heart said&lt;br /&gt;No!if u do that, it might be spoiling her.&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly a "Anglo-Indian" female who was having her&lt;br /&gt;food beside me jus stood up and gave some of her food from her plate to that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt :| !  Why didn't i get to do that ?&lt;br /&gt;what ever it is.. i cant change that little girl in a single day&lt;br /&gt;but for that moment atleast i must have given her food and later if i find her outside the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant i shud have adviced her if i really felt the same,  But i didnt do any of the above !&lt;br /&gt;I feel This is how many thingss happen next to our shadow daily&lt;br /&gt;where we jus say "Tssh tshh" or show :( or think *&amp;*&amp;*&amp;^* and we move away ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I Must Step In !If I Really Care !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-114259932087027671?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114259932087027671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114259932087027671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114259932087027671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114259932087027671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-must-step-in-if-i-really-care.html' title='I Must Step In . If I Really Care !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114241229588538041</id><published>2006-03-15T14:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:04:30.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last Night !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/NightSky.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/NightSky.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Las&lt;em&gt;t night was so Bad…&lt;br /&gt;Things were on usual track &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/NightSky.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still it looked differently pricking my soul&lt;br /&gt;i wish they were mere illusions but still it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I could see people with colors&lt;br /&gt;I matched the happenings with last night&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized what happened was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jus life’s own colors&lt;br /&gt;But still am not convinced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;last night was really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know everything works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but in it's own destined way&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how it worked even last night&lt;br /&gt;But still last night was ......&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/17709288-114241229588538041?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114241229588538041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114241229588538041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114241229588538041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114241229588538041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night.html' title='Last Night !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114231707017106796</id><published>2006-03-14T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:44:13.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ma !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/Mom.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/Mom.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanted to wish you in person , with a warm hug.. but still these Km's and Miles doesnt allow few things. Jus few more days to be back home..waiting badly for a forehead kiss , for a hug , for few really meaningful caring words, for few gossips.. oh mom i really miss them.Oh yaaa the biggest missing is .. am missing ur coffee..No one can ever dream of nearing your tastyy tasty creamy creamy hot hot coffee..its second to none :)&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/17709288-114231707017106796?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114231707017106796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114231707017106796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114231707017106796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114231707017106796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-ma.html' title='Happy Birthday Ma !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114224578536700185</id><published>2006-03-13T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:59:45.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pune Traffic !</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog on pune traffic .. oh man!.. inga romba kashtam vandi ottarthu&lt;br /&gt;"Anniyan ~ "Ambi" solraa maathiri yaarumae rules follow panna mattaengrangha "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai looks far - far better.. inga once green signal vizhundha pothum ellarum povaanga..&lt;br /&gt;ennada correct thaane'nu yosikareengala.. am saying green signal one side'la vizhundha pothum.. manasaatchiyae illama ella side'laernthum vandi parakkuthu. I have a friend here&lt;br /&gt;my chennai friend , i had seen him driving as a normal chennai'ite koncham rules follow pannuvaan , but avanum inga perfect pune'ite aayitaaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Dey innum signal vizhala da&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Hey iru pa , inga namma ninna.. they will start honking.. as if namma thappu panraa mathiri..&lt;br /&gt;Me: iru paarpome&lt;br /&gt;crowd -- oops orae horn sattham thaan..we really got embarrased&lt;br /&gt;Me : correct da.. :)&lt;br /&gt;friend : Oorudan otthu vaazh :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heights of happiness :&lt;br /&gt; 1) yaaravathu indicator pottu turn panna..me and my friend feel happy and proud to see that person !&lt;br /&gt;   Padichavan pola irukkunu solli , siruchupome :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-114224578536700185?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114224578536700185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114224578536700185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114224578536700185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114224578536700185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/03/pune-traffic.html' title='Pune Traffic !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114199573562552648</id><published>2006-03-09T18:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:12:01.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>summaa timepass</title><content type='html'>Enna da ivolo paeru blog'sla irukaanga .. namma ippo nuzhanchu enna pannidaporome.. enakku&lt;br /&gt;Koncham kirukka varum athukkaaga summa kirukka mudiyumaa ?&lt;br /&gt;Topicae illaama ? sari ethavathu kirukalamnu paartha.. SATHI ! :&lt;br /&gt;inga en office'la romba mosam ellam links'um block:( eppidiyoo&lt;br /&gt;proxy kandupudichaalum oru naal work aaguthu next day dumeel :(&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm sari athan life'nu manasa thaethikittu innum sila paeru inga vaela senjuttu thaan irukome enna seiyaa ?&lt;br /&gt;ithukku thaan intha CMM level companies’la vaelayae seiyaa koodathu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser-ra varaikkum nalla irukkum perumaiya.. saernthaprum thaan theriyuthu silla kaduppu vishayangal&lt;br /&gt;vaela irukumpothu yevanum vettiya iruka maataan.. so eppo vaela illayo appo atleast aacess tharalamlae ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaaa  sari aprum naan rumba polambuven .. ithoda niruthikaren !&lt;br /&gt;Next meet panren !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Naan rumba padam paarpen.. enna panna namma oora vittu veliya ponaa atha thavira vaera pozhuthu pokkae kidaiyaathunu mind Set aayuduthu athaan So romba jasthiya dialogue pesuven sooo konjam adjusttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-114199573562552648?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114199573562552648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114199573562552648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114199573562552648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114199573562552648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/03/summaa-timepass_09.html' title='summaa timepass'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-114181132644557215</id><published>2006-03-08T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:52:11.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Proxyfying</title><content type='html'>After a long gap am into blogging.. rombaa naala my blogging Rights were denied by my company.. somehow managed a proxy and now started blogging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-114181132644557215?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/114181132644557215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=114181132644557215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114181132644557215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/114181132644557215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2006/03/proxyfying.html' title='Proxyfying'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-113445765838267781</id><published>2005-12-13T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:21:02.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Higgledy-Piggledy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/jumbled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/jumbled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my painter&lt;br /&gt;when my own self was confused&lt;br /&gt;you painted me new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt ur presence everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i felt my existence every little second&lt;br /&gt;now that u have finished me and left back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel once atleast&lt;br /&gt;i should see u painting me again&lt;br /&gt;my life looks jumbled&lt;br /&gt;come soon to put the painted pieces back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-113445765838267781?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/113445765838267781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=113445765838267781&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113445765838267781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113445765838267781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2005/12/higgledy-piggledy.html' title='Higgledy-Piggledy'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-113402469553640630</id><published>2005-12-08T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:06:26.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost Paradise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/ATT-9.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/ATT-9.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/ATT-9.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along lifes road's i have always been a solitary traveller . Yesterday It was a darkest night of the year and i left for home from office. Unusually i saw a lonely road , a road i have never seen before though it was my usual route to home i had never seen that road ever before. The road was so beautiful with tall trees it looked as if there is no end for its path..Indeed it had been a very long time that my eyes could witness something beautiful and aesthetic like this on this hectic world ..captivated by that my legs started walking that way ...as i passed few meters i felt tranquil silence around.. With my mind crowded and thoughts skewed i never realised that am taking a unusual route which can never lead to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walked i felt both my legs and mind were tired after a hectic day at work ..so i badly needed some rest .I saw a small bench made of redwood.I rested there and behind me i saw a pond with few birds beside twirping their songnotes ..in few second i saw moon checking its facial beauty from behind the clouds on that small pond .. my heart snapped everything together and there on mind i saved it along with my immortal thoughts .Suddenly my instinct shouted loud saying its hightime now go back home though no one at home waitin for me..but still I have few immortal thought proviking things their inside my 4 walls waiting for my return back home . i always liked gettin nostalgic .. its a pleasance pain. I started walking back home and i reached unusually late but still those immortals were awake waiting for me. i wasnt hungry so i jus lied on my bed and called back those heart snaps they somehow gave me a smile on my lips ya i felt as if i had a visit to paradise.. my heart was jus poppin up with joy after a long time but in minutes those vision escaped and i started sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today asusual i was busy at work and i had plans to visit the same place again while back home.. and was waiting for the moon's visit for today and i left office ...my heart started running fast than my legs to enjoy the tranquillity again . Gosh ! I was not able to find that road .. i felt as if i have lost my home .. Where is it.. my heart started crying out loud . i approached a stranger and asked him explaining about the place . He gazed at me as if am a alien to that place and replied me saying he had never seen a road like that andi was jus stunned not knowing what to do.. where is my paradise ? Was it a mere illusion ? Was it a dream ? Is this what u call "paradise lost" ? can i make it happen again ? Answer me ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-113402469553640630?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/113402469553640630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=113402469553640630&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113402469553640630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113402469553640630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2005/12/lost-paradise.html' title='Lost Paradise!'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-113336140572385555</id><published>2005-11-30T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:07:55.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its raining</title><content type='html'>Its raining slightly and people were clear off the roads but i felt like walking and continued mine , in few steps i found many eyes watching me making me feel uneasy of the happenings . Cant help it i cant make them understand my likings for its i always love walking in rain with my favourite music flowing oh anything for that drenches my soul to its very depth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-113336140572385555?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/113336140572385555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=113336140572385555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113336140572385555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113336140572385555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-raining.html' title='its raining'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-113289904305462284</id><published>2005-11-25T11:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:07:24.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Software Engineer - ShortTerm memory loss !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/photo_employ_vpeng.0.jpg"&gt;Software Engineer - ShortTerm memory loss ! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/photo_employ_vpeng.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I Dont exactly remember my closest buddies birthdays and anniversary coz my birthday alarm and yahoo does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I dont know few real names coz even they feel absolutely fine if i call them as &lt;a href="mailto:xyz@yahoo/hotmail/gmail.com"&gt;xyz@yahoo/hotmail/gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Only signin and signout on Messengers and talks reminds few people existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Few forwards from others to feel 'yeah they are still there to remember us' [provided we remember them] but who knows may be they wud have added us 2 their distribution group ages back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Wrds lk am fn wt abt u mrly shws hw v r nvlvd n chat.nd hw v frgt fw spellings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops ! my bullets and numbering isnt working ....btwn whats the next number ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-113289904305462284?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/113289904305462284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=113289904305462284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113289904305462284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113289904305462284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2005/11/software-engineer-shortterm-memory.html' title='Software Engineer - ShortTerm memory loss !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-113229469908340099</id><published>2005-11-18T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:08:42.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Software Engineer - Lost life</title><content type='html'>[Author - Unknown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was in&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;side our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer. . I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, she has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true that I have a lot of things now. I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body. Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back. I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical defect in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XYZ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-113229469908340099?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/113229469908340099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=113229469908340099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113229469908340099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/113229469908340099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2005/11/software-engineer-lost-life.html' title='Software Engineer - Lost life'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-112952424800266596</id><published>2005-10-17T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:16:23.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/MLZ%2004_small1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/MLZ%2004_small1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unnatural that happens in between birth and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something natural that happens in between ur sleeps and ur wakeups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17709288-112952424800266596?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/112952424800266596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=112952424800266596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/112952424800266596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/112952424800266596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-death.html' title='Life &amp; death'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17709288.post-112900750231091213</id><published>2005-10-11T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:14:26.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/1600/love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5344/1712/320/love.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love is nothing but what to say em..a FEELING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a feeling of uniqueness, a feeling that drives the very emptiness in you...&lt;br /&gt;Its actually a mystery un revealed, and a unseen place for people who dont beleive.. but a well known place as beauty as paradise for people who believe that they are in love. It happens between two hearts when they strive to beat as one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happpens while one heart tries to synchronise its beats for the other heart's tune.&lt;br /&gt;It happens to be a dream that your heart makes .&lt;br /&gt;It happens when your heart controls your mind..&lt;br /&gt;It happens when your subconscious mind speaks conscious things..&lt;br /&gt;It happens like a light in darkness. It happens like a Direction for a Lost person. It happens when you feel like to both live and die equally..&lt;br /&gt;It makes u feel worth living for and worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is Pure, Love is Divine, Love is Trust , Love is God.&lt;br /&gt;Ya its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; GOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;G - Generates life in you ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Operates ur heart if wounded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;   D- Destroys ur worries &amp;amp; problems .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i feel trying to explain love for others is like trying to explain colors to a Blind .. its jus "IMPOSSIBLE"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let God bless all you as he blessed me with True love..a love that never hurts a love that never pains .. a love that never dies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering why ? coz i like to see nice things happening around which happened for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dont fall in love but rise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/17709288-112900750231091213?l=priyachary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/feeds/112900750231091213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17709288&amp;postID=112900750231091213&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/112900750231091213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17709288/posts/default/112900750231091213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyachary.blogspot.com/2005/10/love.html' title='Love !'/><author><name>Priya sharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697164629424905403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
