<?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-8142813529662973997</id><updated>2011-12-27T02:25:15.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xpressive Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Vent out for what the heart feels,the mind thinks and the imagination fabricates!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3614820937247806400</id><published>2011-08-02T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T00:41:57.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN POWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg7EE-eeVNQ/TjepwAXI8AI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jQCAXpB3K8I/s1600/Alone_Girl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg7EE-eeVNQ/TjepwAXI8AI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jQCAXpB3K8I/s400/Alone_Girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636160100873334786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;God the creator of this world created many wonders...but the creation of man is said to be his finest works..but the creation of a woman is his most beautiful and divine work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People often come up with statements like..'women are weak'...'females are just driven by emotion'...etc...etc(i m not over generalising this to everyone but a huge population of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;people well educated...urbanised and supposedly civilised still foster such thoughts)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;what i want to ask all these discriminating souls that do they even realise what it takes to be a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you say she is driven by emotions...do you pay any heed to the heart that feels for others...that empathises..that loves so selflessly and unconditionally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you see her crying...but do you see the pain in those tears...the anger...the frustration..n mind u its not her weakness...its her endurance..her tolerance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;her silence speaks volumes for her patience....don't test it..because when that silence breaks and that lava erupts..its heat will melt all those chauvinists and burn them to ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a woman is an epitome of grace..beauty...love...power...generosity...affection...she is symbolic of strength...that's the reason God chose her to bear the pain  of creating a life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;we often bow are heads before god...coz we know hes is our Creator...but we underestimate the power of a woman..who is the actual medium of creating life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am not a feminist ...i hold equal respect for people of different genders..cast....religion...the only thought behind scribbling these few lines is to remind everyone that its high time now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;set yourself free from age old thoughts n beliefs and give woman the respect ..recognition and admiration the deserve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[p.s:i m back...this time....here to stay....i don't know if u guys still remember me...but i certainly do...n have really missed u all....anyway looking forward to read Ur works and off course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;time to brush up my own writing skills as well....the journey begins..yet again.....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3614820937247806400?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3614820937247806400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/woman-power.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3614820937247806400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3614820937247806400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/woman-power.html' title='WOMAN POWER'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg7EE-eeVNQ/TjepwAXI8AI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jQCAXpB3K8I/s72-c/Alone_Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-5672449984274791441</id><published>2010-07-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:45:34.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Knock...Knock.....may I come in???????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;well i know my absence has been long enough for all of you to forget me.....so a brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; introduction....-"I m blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; parzi.....who joined the blog world last year.....was often found reading and dropping long comments at blogs of some awesome writers who became very good friends really soon....who guided n encouraged me to write...who were generous enough to read n praise my amateur works....the journey was beautiful....but all of a sudden came to a halt..n that's cause...life took a 360 degree change ....things that were not planned for at least 3 more years happened in minutes...n by God's grace I found my soul mate......yes....you got that right.....I got engaged....all of this began since the 31st December...things kept happening....n officially i got engaged on the 10Th of July....what happened..n what took things so long...i will surely share with u guys in the upcoming days...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"First things first....I m here with a big apology...for this sudden long disappearance.....sorry for missing onto the lovely posts of all u guys...sorry for not informing....really really sorry....."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"But I m back now....I might not be very regular.....but will surely be around....to scribble n to read....i genuinely missed reading u all....n ooppsss...there i go again...i forgot...the most important thing that i ad come to say n that is to wish u all a very very very happpyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendship's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; dayyyy .......May God bless each one of you with loads of happiness n joy n may the best of life come your way today and always....luv you all......hope you will forgive this friend n we will continue this journey from where we had left..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Before i go...there is a little favor i need....if u stop by here do update me with all the action that's been happening around in Ur lives...it will help me catch up soon....."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"thanks a ton...missed u all......"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/TFT70Sx0jLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8EaG223w5OI/s1600/HappyFriendshipDay42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/TFT70Sx0jLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8EaG223w5OI/s400/HappyFriendshipDay42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500297920738790578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-5672449984274791441?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5672449984274791441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/knock.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5672449984274791441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5672449984274791441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/knock.html' title=''/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/TFT70Sx0jLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8EaG223w5OI/s72-c/HappyFriendshipDay42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3338674453589860415</id><published>2010-02-03T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:33:40.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Feb-A very special day for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I'm here for a special purpose..its the 4th of February today...a special day coz 18 years back someone really special was born on this day...One of God's most purest soul and a very special child stepped into this world...I know all of you must be thinking that it is very obvious of bloggers to use big ...ornamented words and off course when its some one's birthdays we actually use flowery expressions....praise them...give them wishes..just to tell them how much we appreciate them....but today if I write any big word it will be an understatement for this sweet adorable kid[okie fine...she hates it when i call her adorable...coz she thinks she is not n her translation of it is yes I'm adore-able...that is i am capable of adoring things:)]...For me she is an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; angel...I call her my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Smily that's coz she gives me a reason to my smile everyday with her presence....I met her online on the 16th of January 2009...I call her my birthday gift that God sent me last year...i just received it one day later...and I actually believe it coz she truly is a blessing...I will not deny that I have been really fortunate to have some really beautiful souls around me...But honestly till date I haven't come across...such a wonderful...loving...affectionate...sensitive...honest...selfless..simple and humble person....she radiates warmth and goodness....God has blessed her with a golden heart ...sometimes I feel she is just too good for this insensitive world...it worries me the most...that's when I tell her that sometimes you should think n care for urslf also...and she will instantly say-I don't know how to do that....muje nai ata....and that's when i sit back in amazement and pray that God please keep her surrounded by people who are worthy of her....When I say all of this that doesn't mean this bucha is very seedha saadha....ahmmm..at times she is extremely naughty too....we share this wonderful association ...she calls me her teacher...and trust me I'm so proud to have her as a student...:p...it sounds a bit crazy..but we actually have these classes of life when we come online ...n I guess nobody better than us knows what a lovely association we have...its different...beyond friendship ..onto a different pedestal of sharing and understanding...we share our secrets..we talk nonsense...we discuss philosophies of life...just from everything to anything...and the prime reason for this comfortable bonding is that we think alike...the only difference is I'm still learning to be good human being from her...and off course how can I forget to mention my smily is a power house of talent...she writes amazingly well...effortlessly..its like her feelings flow with her words...with no conscious attempt...she paints beautifully...her paintings have meaning...they express thoughts that are not just perfectly portrayed but have meanings that have the depths of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It sounds surprising right....that how can one person be blessed with so many qualities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; the reason I call her"special"...my "special offer"...and today my special offer turns 18.....ahhmm..yes yes she is extremely elated with the idea of being a "major"...and is expecting a nice adulthood treatment today but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; sorry baby no luck...coz as i said earlier turn 18 or turn 50 u will always be that adorable kid for me....so no freedom from lectures and scoldings.....u will have to bear them throughout your life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;As for today I really want to "thank you" for coming into my life....for being such a wonderful companinion..friend...student...sister...kid to me...you always make me feel lucky and proud...You really mean a lot to me and I'm so thankful that we met in this journey of life.....and I really hope and pray that may God fill your life with endless number of smiles just the way you have filled mine... may all your dreams and wishes come true and may u always be surrounded by people who know how to value you coz u r one in a million...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S2paZLu94jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D56W8j54egg/s1600-h/captionit0232152439D30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S2paZLu94jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D56W8j54egg/s400/captionit0232152439D30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434255289068937778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wish u a veryyyyyyyy veryyyyyyyyyyyy happy birthday sweetheart....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;have a blast ....coz its a very special occasion since today we celebrate the gift of"you"to the world....so aj no tears...only smiles....stick to the meaning of the name i have given you Smily and keep smiling always....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;luv ya loads...God bless you baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3338674453589860415?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3338674453589860415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/4th-feb-very-special-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3338674453589860415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3338674453589860415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/4th-feb-very-special-day-for-me.html' title='4th Feb-A very special day for me...'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S2paZLu94jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D56W8j54egg/s72-c/captionit0232152439D30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3155761177335801489</id><published>2010-01-24T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:01:26.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To place faith in someone whom you feel is worthy of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Responsible enough to handle it with care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Understands that he/she has been relied upon by someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Sensitive to feelings and emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The core of relationships.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S1x8ZIoDYrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5JCS23edKnQ/s1600-h/trust2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S1x8ZIoDYrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5JCS23edKnQ/s400/trust2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430352021956027058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.S:-okie this one is my first miserable attempt at an acrostic...and now I realize how bad I'm at it...honestly acrostics are easier  to appreciate than to write...so hats off to all you guys who are masters at it especially Leo,Artz,Nuchu and Rosh...I'm sorry if I'm forgetting any names...but really you guys are wonderful...I will learn and pick up some inspiration from you people and will try and come up with something better next time...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3155761177335801489?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3155761177335801489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/trust.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3155761177335801489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3155761177335801489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S1x8ZIoDYrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5JCS23edKnQ/s72-c/trust2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-1405832256891617720</id><published>2010-01-22T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:04:38.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry can't think of a title!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sick and tired of  explaining myself all through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm yearning to be understood by people I expect to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm paying a price of being myself each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm fed up of seeking acceptance for whatever I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't need any "I understand" statements from people who don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't expect people to be by my side when i know they wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I still have to learn to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I can do it when I chose the right over wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[p.s....I know this post is meaningless....I'm sorry for such a stupid vent out...its just that its not such a perfect day...please excuse me for this one...and thanks a ton for bearing my non sense yet again...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-1405832256891617720?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1405832256891617720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-cant-think-of-title.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/1405832256891617720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/1405832256891617720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-cant-think-of-title.html' title='Sorry can&apos;t think of a title!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-211945010478539999</id><published>2010-01-14T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:31:51.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hieeeee Everyone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hellooooo Everyone......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How are you????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I really hope you still remember me......ahmmm....actually I know need to be thrashed for being absent from your blogs...for not reading for not commenting....for not wishing you new year and Christmas..for not replying to the comments...for not completing the never ending story that  i have started...for missing on to Rosh's n Nuchu's blog anniversaries..God...just look at me..so many things for which i need to apologise ....not a good note to start the year with....but I'm not to be blamed..i had to suddenly go out of town to attend some family function in Delhi...just came back two days back n realised that how much I have missed on to.....hmmmm...loads of pending work..which I will surely complete really soon..kindly bear with this slow worker...plzzzzz....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;okie now first things first wish you all a very Happy New Year...Hope 2010 fill your lives with loads of prosperity,happiness,love,good luck and peace and may it also give you the strength to sick to your new year resolutions if you have made any..as for me...my new year resolution is to prioritise the right people at the right time because this is something I always keep trying but go off track here and there disturbing my own peace of mind...so will try to keep a check on this...and second is to love all my people as much as I can and even express it through every opportunity that I get....so  let me start off right now only...so I want to say.."I love you all...thanks for being such wonderful support systems in this journey of life...and making me feel that there are people who care to listen and understand not because they are forced to but because they are beautiful souls...so a big heartfelt thank you to each one of you..."..2009 was extremely special for me because I got to know all you wonderful people n I sincerely pray that in the coming years this bond just becomes stronger and stronger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and yes before I forget....my heartiest congratulations to Roshu and Nuchu on the occasion of their blog anniversaries...well done sweethearts...hope you celebrate many such anniversaries so that we can enjoy reading your lovely posts endlessly....keep it up girls...you rock!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and Artz...i guess i have missed your birthday as well...sooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy....wish u a very happy belated birthday....may God fulfill all your dreams and wishes and may you get the best of life dear....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Guess I'm pretty much done for now....plzzzz kindly excuse me for missing all the action here...I will try to be active and yes once again a big thank uuuuuuuuuuuuuu to all of you for visiting my blog even in my absence...you guys rock!!!!!!thanks a lot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this is for you all you special people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S09FuzskjjI/AAAAAAAAANs/c_pwI0igEJ8/s1600-h/floral-occas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S09FuzskjjI/AAAAAAAAANs/c_pwI0igEJ8/s400/floral-occas-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426632746458189362" 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/8142813529662973997-211945010478539999?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/211945010478539999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/hieeeee-everyone.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/211945010478539999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/211945010478539999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/hieeeee-everyone.html' title='Hieeeee Everyone..'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/S09FuzskjjI/AAAAAAAAANs/c_pwI0igEJ8/s72-c/floral-occas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-5443719871208027990</id><published>2009-12-27T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:40:57.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the past days-9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rahul hesitantly walked towards Neha's room...as he stepped in he saw Neha sitting next to the window..with her eyes fixed outside....She was aware of Rahul's presence...but she did not show any reaction.For a while Rahul just kept looking at her...inside feeling guilty then softly he said.."Neha...."....Neha did not respond to her name either she was motion less...."mm...Hiee...."..he said....she still dint reply...after which he slowly walked towards her and went n sat right in front of her....Neha still dint look at him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rahul looked at her and said,"how are you doing?"...Neha started looking down wards....with this Rahul took her hand into his..which Neha tried to withdrew..but Rahul did not allow....then comforting her he said....."Neha...what is wrong with you?see what you have done to to yourself....my sunshine is becoming dull n I hate that!Listen I know I'm the one responsible for everything so I cant possibly question or complain but then why are you punishing yourself???...probably because you know this would hurt me more than anything...but please love...don't do this ..do whatever u want to do to me but don't be harsh on your self...I cant bear that...I'm sorry for being selfish...I'm sorry for taking you and your love for granted...I'm sorry for not being there for you...please give me another chance and I will change everything to the way you want...I love you ..I really do.....please come back to me...we will start everything a new...please come back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearing Rahul speak Neha became weak....her tear drops fell on the back of Rahul's hand...she quickly withdrew her hand...got up instantly and wiping her tears moved away....Rahul got up as well...n before he could say anything further Neha turned towards him and said"come back??????for what....?to make up endless calls that will never be received????to wait late at night at the dining table...and sleep there till you ring the door bell at 2:00 a:m..??to keep yearning for a compliment or a word of love from you or just to get noticed??to live with my pain alone????to be a guardian of your house?to accompany you for official dinners????tell me for what???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and if a sorry settles everything then fine ..even I'm sorry...you may leave now ...thanks for taking out your precious time to see me...but you don't need to bother in future...I'm fine and i shall manage"..saying this Neha took a step forward...Rahul held her hand and stopped her and said..."Neha...you are right...maybe you don't have a reason to trust me anymore...and probably there is nothing that I can say right now which would get u back into my life..but all I am asking from you is one last chance...if not as a husband...just as a friend...pleaseee....give me one last opportunity...don't take my life away from me...i really love you...."..as he said this tears flowed out of his eyes and seeing his moist eyes Neha broke down as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She started crying her heart out and surrendered herself in Rahul's arms..Rahul held her close to himself ..and both of them became oblivious of the situation and held each other tight as their pain flowed out of their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a while...when Neha got stable stable...she instantly moved away from Rahul in an uneasy manner...and sat down on the couch....Rahul went down on his knees before her looked into her eyes and said.."Neha i understand what you are going through...I understand your pain.,your fears,your insecurity...I understand everything...I really do...and trust me I am not here to force anything on you...you don't want to come back with me right now...its okie....but please allow me to see you regularly for a while....lets meet...like we used to meet earlier...along with that lets also seek some medical help as your health is deteriorating day by day...and i can't see that....lets start everything all over again....just give it one last try for my sake...for the sake of our love....if within these few days also you feel that all my promises are fake....then you may take your decision and I promise to accept it without bothering you anymore....I will take you home the day you will ask me to...when you happily and willingly want to come back....till then it will be nothing more than an apartment where I will live in the isolation, and will bear that pain of loneliness that I made you go through even in my presence....pleaseee....believe me one last time...I wont disappoint you and you wont regret this ..I promise...pleasee..."saying this Rahul bowed his head before her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neha got up and moved ahead....and then said.."its late  Rahul I think you should leave..."....her words pierced through Rahul's heart..He got up in despair ..with his head down as he took the first step forward...Neha said"I will see you tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; morning at 11...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rahul was overjoyed to hear Neha's words...he literally jumped....saying"yes!!thank God!!thank you so much Neha...thanks a lot.....I really....I mean thank you....I cant begin to tell you how....thanks a lot love..."...he kissed her hand in excitement....and then realising that this is not the right time for any further reactions....he quickly settled himself....thanked Neha once again...and wishing her good night...left.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next morning the alarm clock rings at 8........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[to be continued..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-5443719871208027990?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5443719871208027990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-search-of-past-days-9.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5443719871208027990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5443719871208027990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-search-of-past-days-9.html' title='In Search of the past days-9'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-2739188613427795900</id><published>2009-12-09T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:02:35.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Explain &amp; Pain Go Hand In Hand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Have you ever sat down before someone and gave endless explanations for a decision you made....or a step you took or for something that you have done...I guess we all have..We go on and on explaining our situation,our circumstances ,our reasons to somebody...and if you stop for a while and reflect who is that somebody...definitely has to be someone close to you...may be your partner,your best friend,your sibling,your family...someone whose judgement matters to you because we don't worry about what strangers and unimportant people say or think of us...our world is centered around our own people...whose judgements and opinions are a matter of our concern and to an extent it is right also.. we are all answerable to our people for whatever we do...so giving explanations shouldn't be a problem...but there are also times when in this process of clarifying things and making others understand...we end up being hurt and shattered....now when does that happen?????That happens when we don't get the support,understanding and confidence we are seeking from the other person...that is when sharing becomes a pain,when communication creates a gap,when a circumstance becomes an excuse and a reason becomes a fake justification..That's when we feel alone....we get frustrated...we come up with statements like"nobody understands us"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;We keep holding on to that and stay in misery...but why don't we give up...??why don't we understand that if after repeated efforts we cant get across to someone...or instead of understanding all we attract is fake sympathy...then why do we keep trying and expecting....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;why can't we accept the fact that not everybody thinks like us....?or why is it so important to convince others that we were right in our place..if we know we are right...if we can answer God...n face ourselves then why are we so entangled in making others believe in us....if they know us well...we don't need to tell them the when and why of everything..they are capable of reading our silence also and if they don't know us well....then we can just go on n on to no effect and end up feeling all the more alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm not saying that don't clarify....when its needed.. or don't communicate assuming that if others know you well...you don't need put your feelings into words....what i mean is....clarify to a person who is worthy of your explanations...who undersatnds...he/she might not identify with what you did...but at least will try to step into your shoes and view things from your angle...and most important give explanations up to a certain limit..beyond that...if u keep explaining or proving yourself...you are just inviting disappointment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And last but not the least if u expect then learn to accept also...accept the fact that we are not all the same...we think differently...we respond differently...its easier to sympathise than to empathise ...that's why we often say that"only a person going through it...knows how it feels"...so then why jump to conclusions...why not listen...why not understand..why adopt short cuts and label people in a second...If we want that others understand us...feel our pain...then why not try to do that ourselves...and another very common belief that we all hold is that if someone is over explaining things...he/she must be wrong or guilty...why...cant we interpret his/her effort as a means to sort out things...but we generally don't do that ...we as humans are lazy...we use the lenses formed by others to view the world and sees everybody as the same...and never walk that extra mile to actually broaden our perspective...once we learn to do that...i guarantee there will be less sufferings and misunderstandings....n sharing will actually strengthen bonds...!think about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-2739188613427795900?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2739188613427795900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-explain-pain-go-hand-in-hand.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/2739188613427795900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/2739188613427795900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-explain-pain-go-hand-in-hand.html' title='When Explain &amp; Pain Go Hand In Hand!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-4215002552641044286</id><published>2009-12-06T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:10:22.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm B@ck!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hieee everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;how are you????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I am finally back...to eat your heads after a long examination break...yup...finally my exams are over!yeppieee....what a relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My exams were just fine...n now its holiday time...so you will have to bear me quite often now...n more than anything else i know i have been missing on to a lot here...so i will quickly update myself...with all the action that's  been happening around....and before I forget I want to say  a big "Thank You" for all your best wishes for my exams...i really needed them ...so thankss a ton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And another thing that I want to say is  that i actually missed this place n all of you people like anything...and it feels great to be back...to read ...to write...to share...the feeling is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you all...while you drop in comments do let me know whats happening at your end n how have you been...coz its been a long time since I have been out of touch....so please update me..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-4215002552641044286?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4215002552641044286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-bck.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/4215002552641044286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/4215002552641044286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-bck.html' title='I&apos;m B@ck!!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-7260708336495818976</id><published>2009-11-23T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:36:50.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H@ppy birthday Stibu Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hieee friends...how r u all??????...&lt;br /&gt;no no...my exams r not over yet....still have two more to go...I am here just for a small surprise visit..because today is the 24th..an extremely special day...u know y...coz it was on this day many years back my best friend stepped into this world...yupp...u guessed it right...today is stibu mama's birthday...yes...our Solitary writer turns 22 today...the angry young man gets another year older...hahaha....[stibumama don't kill me for this now]...but jokes apart wish u a veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SwqYBuLEVzI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZdquXvcTDqs/s1600/captionit9080640315D32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SwqYBuLEVzI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZdquXvcTDqs/s400/captionit9080640315D32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407301457953445682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just want to thank God for the gift of a wonderful person like u as a friend...n not just me..but i can surely say it on behalf of all those people who know u that we are all blessed to have you as a part of our lives ..someone who is so warm,caring,understanding,helpful,supportive,kind,encouraging....see i can just go on n on...but then I cant help it coz that's how u are n that's what makes you special n Ur friends lucky!n i am extremely glad to be one of them...thanks a ton for giving me an opportunity  to know you and have u as my best friend and on Ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday I wish u the best of life!May all your dreams an wishes come true...may u get loads of happiness,success,good health,love and peace and u better keep that smile on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; face...don't even dare to be sad,hopeless or upset...i hate to see u frowning and depressed...so instead of giving u something today this is gift I want from u...as for Ur gift...meri friendship aur lectures haina...???hehe...sorry ya...but that's all this friend can offer with a promise of being there for you always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its partyyyy time...so please..enjoy and celebrate this special day...n don't u dare say its"just another day"...like u have been harping since the past 2 weeks...high time now you are twenty -two now...[old toh u r getting only...now get wise also..hahaha]....so have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Many many happy returns of the day once again!&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling!&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p.s:-sorry friends i m in a rush right now so cant stop at ur wonderful blogs...i know i am missing on to a lot...but you will find me...back.. real soon...till then take care!cya!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-7260708336495818976?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7260708336495818976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/hieee-friends.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7260708336495818976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7260708336495818976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/hieee-friends.html' title='H@ppy birthday Stibu Mama'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SwqYBuLEVzI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZdquXvcTDqs/s72-c/captionit9080640315D32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-979812651717243756</id><published>2009-11-07T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:17:42.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Helloo everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;how are you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I am here with a big heart felt apology for not being at your wonderful blogs to read and comment...only I know how much I am missing reading you guys but guess that's how it will be for a few upcoming days since I have my first semester exams...and if right now I don't get down to study then it would not be surprising to see me writing excerpts of your lovely posts in my examinations...how I wish they could fetch me marks...but there is no point day dreaming...So I am off for a little break u can heave a sigh of relief but not for long since I will be back soon with with lots of more non sense that you have to bear..and as it is now I cant stay away from this place.. once I get back i will certainly try to keep pace with your writings and also try and finish the story that I have been writing since so long and reply to all the comments...till then please excuse me...So see you after this break...bubyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;take care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;keep writing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God bless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cya soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-979812651717243756?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/979812651717243756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/break-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/979812651717243756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/979812651717243756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/break-time.html' title='Break Time!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-4809937427027814075</id><published>2009-10-25T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:13:24.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the past days-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As the two of them reached the Doctor's cabin...they saw Neha coming out..her face was pale with dark circles beneath her eyes..as she turned around she saw Ragini and Rahul standing there..for two minutes her eyes were fixed at Rahul,she so wanted to run into his arms but something inside was stopping her and when she knew that her tears could leave her eyes any moment she looked down...and walked past the two of them and rushed towards the parking area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rahul stood there still,he wanted to stop her,hug her,ask her how she is..but he couldn't do anything because his pain of seeing his love in pain  had taken over him completely...and before Ragini could say anything..a nurse came and and informed them that they were called inside by the doctor..The two of them went inside and the doctor asked them to sit..and just then Ragini introduced  Rahul as Neha's husband..The doctor did not give him a very pleasing look for obvious reasons,she turned to Ragini and started giving her instructions, while she was doing so the counsellor walked in and said,"Ragini you will have to bring Neha for regular therapy sessions,when I asked her to come she refused,she seems least convinced and is in no mood to vent out but if we dont comfort her and make her talk her pain will eat her away inside..I hope you are getting what I am saying..."..Ragini nodded and replied..,"I understand Doctor"..then pointing towards Rahul she said"by the way that's Neha's husband Rahul..I did tell you about him right..?"..."ohhh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To answer all the questions that were arising in the mind of the counsellor and the doctor and to ease Rahul a bit...Ragini cleared the air by saying"Before we carry on further I want to inform you that Rahul is with us in whatever we do,he wants his wife to recover soon and will do all it takes to get her back to normal and into his life."..To this the counsellor replied.."Sir this is a wise decision that you have made,I appreciate your concern and effort..no relationship is perfect..if there is love all we need to do is chuck the problem out of our life and not the person.Now with your support it is not going to be tough to get Neha out of depression and I assure you with a little effort everything will go fine very soon.."..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was followed by a few formalities and certain instructions after which both Rahul and Ragini came out..."I think this is not the right time and place for you to meet her..i will take her home let her settle a bit and you can come over sometime in the evening to see her..." Ragini said to Rahul..."but...."...Ragini interrupted again.."Rahul try and understand you know her don't you..."Rahul agreed to what Ragini said and once she left with Neha he drove back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was 3:00 p:m when after lunch both Neha and Ragini sat down together...Neha had not spoken a word since they had come back home..she finally broke her silence and asked Ragini.."why was he there...?why did you call him??...I don't want to bother him anymore..then why the hell did you do that?"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ragini said,"listen  Neha i did not call him..he was the one who had come here to apologise and to take you back home..and when the maid informed him that we have gone to the hospital , he called me up to inquire and I had to tell him...he came there because he was worried about you...he came there to see you...he came there because he loves you and he cares.."....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No!!"...that was Neha's blatant response to whatever Ragini said,"he does not....he never did...once he got me...everything else died out..its all over..."....putting her hand on Neha's shoulder  Ragini said"that's not true Neha...I know what he did was wrong...he shouldn't have taken you for granted but your absence from his life has made him realise your worth in his life,he regrets what he did..he really does...I had a word with him in the hospital...I saw the pain and love in his eyes..he wants you back,to love you more than ever and to keep you happy...trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...hearing this Neha became weak again and started crying,with a heavy voice she said ,"He loves me,may be he needs me but he is not happy with me and guess it is all my fault...I was a good girl friend but not a good wife..I don't know how to give space...I don't understand...my emotional needs and expectations are high...I have become a burden and responsibility for everyone..."and with this she had an outburst...Ragini hugged her and calmed her down...and said"Neha what you are thinking is not true...no marriage is perfect...we all have our share of disappointments,disagreements,fights,issues but still if we stay together that is because our love is stronger than those tiffs and if Rahul is back to you within  a week then its not because of a need but because he loves you more than anything in his life...you had promised him that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;would give this relationship a second chance right??? so stick to your word...there is no hurry.. you take your time...he will be coming here in the evening talk to him..listen to what he has to say and then decide and please don't blame yourself for anything...you were not wrong had it been that ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rahul would never come to take you back...believe me"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neha just listened to what Ragini said and did not react at all....inside she was waiting for him to come but at the same time her heart and mind were full of insecurities,fears,inhibitions and confusion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The clock struck 6:00..the door bell rang,Ragini opened the door..as Rahul stepped in Ragini said..." Rahul i was waiting for you only,I am going out for some work will be back by 10 p:m ,the maid isn't there either...so please make yourself comfortable and just say whatever you want to ...this  is your time...I did give her a gist of everything but only you can make her understand ...so I leave it up to you...if you need me anytime give me  a call and I will come.."..."Thank you so much Ragini..."..."Oh common please don't say that...anyways I will take your leave now...you can go inside...all the best...cya!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yeah!!!bye!"...with this Ragini left and closing the door..Rahul went inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[to be continued...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-4809937427027814075?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4809937427027814075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-search-of-past-days-8.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/4809937427027814075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/4809937427027814075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-search-of-past-days-8.html' title='In Search of the past days-8'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-6567692982040937722</id><published>2009-10-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:53:26.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T@g Time!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am tagged for this one by someone who is very similar to me...a wonderful writer and a lovely friend....Thanks  a lot for tagging me Rohini...and really sorry for the delay...finally I am here with the"about me"tag...has no rules to it...so I can just go on with whatever I have to say about myself:-&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there I go-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.Our identity begins with the name[...let me begin with this only..."I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/St37FBZCsoI/AAAAAAAAANY/OY7A3nmjGjc/s1600-h/tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/St37FBZCsoI/AAAAAAAAANY/OY7A3nmjGjc/s400/tagged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394743992351109762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; really don't like my name[i.e Parul]"...its weird..wish my parents had thought of something better...since they have given it to me with so much love i accept it...but not very happy about and not to forget to mention that the nicknames stemming out from it are worse!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I am a simple person and I adore simplicity...I hate shallow show off...by simple I don't mean dull but yes certainly not loud in any form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.I am a very talkative person...once i start off nobody can stop me...I have an opinion on everything which I agree is not nice always..but the clear hint is as far as I am talking I am fine ,when I am shut you can be sure something is wrong and that is the time I can remain silent for hours and not utter a word because I don't feel like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.It doesn't take much to keep me happy since small small things of life really excite me... anything from rains,to seeing old albums,reading old cards,a nice conversation with a friend,a pleasant walk,my favorite food ...etc..and you will find me smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.Sharing my inner most side with anybody is something that I just can't do...at times when I have to...are the ones when I truly experience hell...but yes I am very good at keeping secrets..no weak digestion there at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.Not many people know this but yes I am a die hard romantic...I feel love is the most beautiful feeling in this world and it only holds true when it has the elements of trust and understanding!and feel that life is too short for love!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I am a complete family person..I love my people...I live for them...but yes I am exceptionally close to my Mom and Grandma!! Really fond of my elder brother..I look up to him! Papa n I share a different kind of bonding,where we disagree,have tiffs,we make each other laugh but understand each other well..he is a sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My friends hold a special place in my life...and my new blogging family is no exception to this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.I think too much...petty things bother me..i become very sensitive at times and yes as I have repeatedly mentioned I lack emotional balance!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I am very fond of the colours pink and black...my wardrobe and room are full of these two colours.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I love shopping...I go out planning to buy something else but I come back buying things that are not even required!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Nobody knows that I can dance well, but I am very inhibited and shy to do so in front of anyone...credit goes to my lovely lack of confidence!But other wise I like drawing,reading,cooking and off course the latest discovered interest is blogging!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.I am very confused most of the times..decision making doesn't come very easy to me!No stability at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13.I get easily attached to people and its terribly difficult to let go off any body...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.I am a firm believer of the Almighty..and feel if we communicate with Him in the right way there is no better friend or confidante..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Three thumb rules I follow:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The best way to be happy is to make somebody smile!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Treat people the way you want them to treat you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Never take the people who love you for granted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright...i guess this much of torture is enough for today...this is like crossing all limits of self obsession..sooooooo sorrryyyyyyy for this endless bragging about myself..God!!!! for the first time I have used so many I's...it looks horrible ...right????sorry!! Hope I dint bore you much and also that your shoes are still on your feet and not in your hands...:P if so... time for me to run.......&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okie wait how can I forget to tag you guys...so I tag...Leo,Arjun,PJ,Prams, The Soliatry Writer,Nuchu,Artz and Thoorika...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thanks a lot for reading!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-6567692982040937722?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6567692982040937722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/tg-time.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6567692982040937722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6567692982040937722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/tg-time.html' title='T@g Time!!!!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/St37FBZCsoI/AAAAAAAAANY/OY7A3nmjGjc/s72-c/tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-1754741231835270909</id><published>2009-10-17T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:32:06.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very H@ppy Diw@li....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Stmc1weN4_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/G7iFBF9T7WA/s1600-h/diwali007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Stmc1weN4_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/G7iFBF9T7WA/s400/diwali007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393514476111520754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Hieeeee....this one is to wish all you wonderful people a very very very happy and prosperous Diwali..I know its celebration time and everyone is busy in greeting people,sharing sweets,decorating the house..that's the aura of this grand Indian festival..I came here so that I can not just wish you guys but also  thank you for your illuminating presence in my life..because whenever I see you people here my eyes light up with joy and an automatic smile comes on my face...so thanks a ton for brightening up my life and on this auspicious occasion I sincerely hope and pray that may this Diwali bring you loads of happiness,prosperity,good health,love,peace and cheer...and may your life brighten up day after day,year after year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Have a great time!enjoy yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;have a safe Diwali!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;take care!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-1754741231835270909?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1754741231835270909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-hppy-diwli.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/1754741231835270909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/1754741231835270909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-hppy-diwli.html' title='A very H@ppy Diw@li....'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Stmc1weN4_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/G7iFBF9T7WA/s72-c/diwali007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-7128571236796972106</id><published>2009-10-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:04:21.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"DOORMAT" and "PUNCH BAG"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;[if you are expecting something sensible from this write -up then honestly i should inform you before hand it is not one bit sensible..if at all you read , be prepared for nonsense]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know the title is absurd...and you must be wondering what has this got to do with a post anyway..well..what sounds like names of random objects do not mean so when they are told to me..because they are aptly used to describe "me"...by people who know me very closely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they call me a "door-mat"coz they feel people come,hurt me,say what they want to and go and the best part is since forgiving comes easy to me the same people come again and repeat the same mistakes because I supposedly move around with a label of"welcome"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for the "punch bag" status...that I have earned..coz people love to vent out their frustration,tensions and anger on me..and then sweetly say"sorry"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These two adjectives have been used frequently for me in the past years but since the last year i guess I have improved...that's what I feel..I guess I have become strong but what i still haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;learnt is how to remain emotionally balanced..my sense of guilt is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;irritating,two emotional words and I am gone,forgiving comes easy to me not that I forget the pain but i can never get even with people nor can I draw lines and there have been times when I really had to but i do it at the front...inside I face hell,my anger shoots up in seconds and comes down even faster..in short I am one complex freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyday I get lectures on how to judge people,my best friend says that I need to learn to be selfish,she says others lead my life...etc.etc....Why i wrote this here today...is that i was out a while ago when I met an old friend..with whom I have not been in touch since a few months...she is my school friend...we don't meet often..but stay in touch through the phone that too not very regularly..she was with a friend..I met her in a book store where in 2 minutes flat she gave me a bash for not staying in touch..I told her i left texts and messages...but she was least convinced..it was not a chit-chat but bitter allegations in front of her friends..I explained but no use...anyways after a while i just calmed her down and she left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I went ahead to meet my friend..but by that time I was really upset...I wasn't liking the entire experience..was thinking to myself that how could she go on and on..without even listening and that too so rudely...when i met my best friend I told her about what happened...she told me.."you know you are right so don't worry"...while talking to her I realized that my friend who was raising questions for me not calling did not call up once herself..even if I believe that she did not get any of my messages then she could have cared to initiate..but she dint...then what on earth gives her the right to expect that from me and create such a fuss over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as always late realization....for which my best friend says..."you said you are improving and this is how you are doing it...if you can take a stand for others what makes it so difficult when it comes to yourself..why did you listen to her when you knew you were right..high time now change...and all you need to do is do what you do for others ,for your self.."....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I came home thinking what I should have done..i agree its a very petty issue but was not very pleasing..I know I ignore things concerning me but when the same thing happens to others I don't like it ...and the other reason is also that when i create unnecessary fuss about things that can be tolerated I don't like it either..my best friend often gets annoyed at this thought and says that I have different rules for others and myself..so what is it"being a door mat..."...or having "double standards"..i don't know...i am too confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;[this is the first time I am writing a personal experience here directly...its absolutely senseless...but since its playing on my mind...ever since I have come back I just wrote it down...sorry for dragging on such a trivial issue...and thanks a ton for reading and bearing...you know what the best part is after writing it down I kind of feel lighter...i doesn't seem to matter anymore..I am finding it stupid now...:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-7128571236796972106?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7128571236796972106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/doormat-and-punch-bag.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7128571236796972106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7128571236796972106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/doormat-and-punch-bag.html' title='&quot;DOORMAT&quot; and &quot;PUNCH BAG&quot;'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-6376337948779910472</id><published>2009-10-04T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:28:35.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the past days-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Listen Rahul calm down...she is fine now.."...Ragini replied.."I want to see her,right now..where is she???".."Rahul   right now she is with the doctor,you can meet her in a while..right now i need to talk to you...come with me..".."Ragini i need to see her right away...I cant wait..we'll talk later.."..."please Rahul what i need to tell you is very important...try and understand..."..though he least wanted to still he went down to the hospital cafeteria with Ragini..where ordering two cups of coffee both of them sat across the table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SshMqpDv_oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HmSsoPkpje0/s1600-h/78489137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SshMqpDv_oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HmSsoPkpje0/s400/78489137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388641249608597122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Taking a sip of coffee Ragini said,"Rahul..why are you letting all of this happen..?you love Neha don't you??then why all of this...??I have lost my sister she is not the joyful and vibrant  Neha I have known all these years..she has become this loner ..with no spark to live..."..Rahul  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;interrupted in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "Ragini I know what you mean,but that's exactly what I am here for..I had gone to your place to get Neha back..I love her and I can't live without her...I know I have made mistakes but I will rectify everything...trust me..everything is going to be fine.."...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rahul's words definitely brought some peace to Ragini..but her face still exhibited tension and worry.."Thank God at least you realised that you guys are incomplete without each other and I'm really glad that you want to take her back in your life...but...." &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"But what??"...Rahul's anxiety levels rose even more..."but what Ragini...????"...Ragini softened her tone a little and said.."Rahul...this is not all that easy..because it is just not a matter of an apology anymore or settlement..but a lot more..."..."stop confusing me ya..get down to the point straight...what do you mean..."...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Fine then...listen..."Ragini began again..."I got Neha here today because she was complaining of migraine for the past 2-3 days...today morning her condition worsened so i had to drag her to the hospital... the doctors here tell me that Neha is suffering from severe depression...not only that for the past few months she has been using sedatives to induce sleep as she complains of regular insomnia..she has also been seeking counselling and the counsellor reports that she has lost confidence in herself and her marriage..she feels neglected..and considers her life a waste..there is just no urge to live..she is only surviving ..."as Ragini said all of this her voice became heavy..tears flowed out of her eyes..and Rahul on the other hand was stunned,his eyes were moist as well..he could not lift his eyes to look at Ragini...he was overpowered by emotions of regret,pain, guilt..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He banged his fist on the table"damn it ..its all my fault..I am the reason of her pain and suffering...how could I...?how could I?"...with this he broke down...Ragini kept her hand on his shoulder but there was nothing that she could possibly say at the time...she tried but words failed her..in a while he rose his head up,spread his hands over his eyes took a sip of coffee and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ragini...I know what I have to do..I am the reason behind Neha's condition and today I promise you I will bring my life back to life...I will return to you your sister who was a chirpy soul always...she will bounce back ..once again she will be confident,once again she will giggle ,the only thing that will change is my love because I will love her more than ever and that too forever..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A smile appeared on Ragini's face...."Rahul now I am sure we can get Neha back..thank you so much..I don't think i need to say it but still...just remember you have my support in whatever you do.."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Thanks Ragini..I will be needing a lot of it...anyways now can we please go see her...i cant wait...rest we will see later"..."yes but....i don't know how she will react seeing you here"Ragini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;replied in worry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"don't worry...lets go"..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[to be continued]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-6376337948779910472?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6376337948779910472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-search-of-past-days-7.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6376337948779910472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6376337948779910472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-search-of-past-days-7.html' title='In Search of the past days-7'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SshMqpDv_oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HmSsoPkpje0/s72-c/78489137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-8949031701236478601</id><published>2009-09-24T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:18:59.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the past days-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Rahul was very happy today..it was like a new life...a new beginning..on his way he picked up some fresh orchids..Neha loved orchids and Rahul always use to take them along whenever he met Neha before marriage ..while buying them he was as nervous and excited as he was the day he proposed her and even today there was something happy inside and a little fear...a mix of emotions...a jigsaw of memories...all the way his thoughts were jumping from the past to the future...till he finally reached Ragini's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He settled himself..took a deep breath in and rang the door bell...after two minutes the house maid opened the door and let him in...as he stepped into the house..his eyes were madly looking for Neha...just then the maid got him a glass of water and told him that there is nobody at home..Rahul enquired from her"where is Neha???"...to which the maid replied"actually Neha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ma'am was not keeping well since 3-4 days..so Ragini ma'am has taken her to the hospital today..."..."what???"Rahul lost his smile immediately..."what happened to her??which hospital..."..."I don't know sir"the maid replied nervously..the bouquet of flowers fell from his hands...dialing Raginni's number,he ran towards his car...Raginni picked up his call.."hello".."Raginni...where are you??what happened to Neha???how is she????"...to which Ragini replied.."We are at the City Hospital...Neha had a severe migraine attack ...so I got here here...the doctors are checking..."..."I am coming.."...saying this he disconnected the call...In no time he reached the hospital ..making the necessary enquiries at the help desk...he rushed to see Neha..as he was hurrying through the corridors he collided with Ragini..."where were you guys?what happened...what are the doctors saying...how is she?????"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[to be continued...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-8949031701236478601?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8949031701236478601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-6.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8949031701236478601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8949031701236478601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-6.html' title='In Search of the past days-6'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-715279316754469717</id><published>2009-09-20T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:31:30.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years of wonderful friendship!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SrZt4w4bemI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9NHWwCu_ev8/s1600-h/captionit033050I334D34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SrZt4w4bemI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9NHWwCu_ev8/s400/captionit033050I334D34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383611226529692258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yepppieeee...today is the 21st of September...a very special day for me..naaa..its not someones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; birthday..no anniversaries..no milestones..but the day when exactly two years back I met a stranger...whom i proudly call my best friend today..yes u made the right guess...your solitary writer,some call him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ste...but I call him stibumama..a random scrap to a simple add request..would lead to such a strong friendship i had never thought..and today when i look back and reflect, it has been one awesome journey..when we turned from strangers to acquaintances then to Friends and then to the best of friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whenever i sit back and recall these two years they make me really nostalgic...since within them lie numerous memories of the days we endlessly chatted...about everything right from our college,to our friends,to our families,our childhood,our interests,our write -ups,our experiences...everything with a comfort of never being judged or scrutinised but being understood..but hang on..it wasn't all that smooth either..we have had our share of disagreements,arguments and fights as well...times when we gave each other a tough time..actually let me not hide ..i was the one who gave stibumama a tough time always..not that i am one bit apologetic for it today..as i consider myself really brave to not scum to his anger and his self criticism which i absolutely hate and off course his stubbornness to not to listen to me whenever I try to get something sensible into his head..before you get down to think how can your adorable solitary writer do all that...let me just tell you..the issues when i had to initiate world war 3 with him ...wait a second let me quote them for you here:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he says-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* "I am no good ya...not a good person...really...I hate myself"-now don't u think he needs to be whacked for this foolish statement that he gives me every now n then...so then i just do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* "I am deleting my blog...i don't think i can write anymore...nobody cares to read me now...its oki...doesn't really matter if it exists or not"-now tell me should i sit back at such statements n say"its okie beta go ahead"...or say it point blank that "dont u dare do it else i will kill you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* "I am not going to come online...its alright one friend less from every one's friend list wont make a difference...2 days later no one would even remember me.."-now you only tell me which best friend will bear such nonsense..so that's when the argument begins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ahmm...seeing his orkut profiles,seeing him coming online and seeing his beautiful blog intact..u obviously know who wins the arguments..heheh...yeah the first bit is still left...but mind you for humble people like him who dont realise their own worth..its a little difficult task...but then as if I am giving up..[ham honge kamyab ek din...!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quarrel..we disagree..we irritate each other..that's because we are quite opposite each other..our thinking,choices,ways of responding to life don't match at all...but still we remain the best of friends because of the respect,acceptance and understanding we give each other..This one is more in favor of stibumama..because he has always given me the comfort and space of being myself..I can behave like the biggest fool on this planet in front of him but still not be embarrassed at all..and i have done that a lot many times..and that's when i have earned titles like"frog,darpok,stupid,Sonia Gandhi,mother Teressa,kid..etc.."well there are others very sweet ones also...since i don't deserve them i am not putting them down here..and honestly i like these ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and yes coming to one daily complaint that He has from me is that..I don't need to thank him or apologise to him for anything..still i keep doing it!and since I have picked up his stubbornness..i am not going to listen and do it officially here today..with reasons..so that he knows every time I say it I dont extend formality but I actually mean it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so Stibumama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to say a big thank you from the bottom of my heart for-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*always bringing a smile on my face when I least want to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for always listening to my boring lectures and instead of cribbing..saying a thank you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for always making me feel remembered and special!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for acknowledging me for things I din't even do..but you still gladly give me the credit for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*for being ever so patient and sweet enough to answer my endless stupid questions..even though i repeat them a 100 times![slow learner you see]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for accepting me the way I am..though I know it really gets irritating at times..coz thats when you say"you don't fit this century"..but then asking me not to change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*for giving me the time and courage to overcome my fears and inhibitions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*for trusting me with your secrets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for inspiring me and encouraging me to do something I wanted to but never considered myself capable of[blogging]..for not only fulfilling this dream of mine but also for being supportive throughout!I am here coz of you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for listening,caring,helping for being there always...THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't reciprocate a percent of all that you have done for me..but can promise you one thing that whenever you need a friend I will always be there...for sure!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now coming to the things I need to apologise for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so here's a heartfelt "sorry"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*for all the times I have tested your patience..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for all the times..i did not understand..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for all the times I scolded you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for the times I refused to listen..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for the times I have irritated you..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and off course for any thing I ever did that hurt you"I am really very sorry"n i know you will forgiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SrZvN9_5VgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ybmerNFb4co/s1600-h/nklo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SrZvN9_5VgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ybmerNFb4co/s400/nklo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612690339550722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e me..so thank you:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well writing all this is like reliving all those wonderful moments of our friendship again..and today I feel blessed that I got an opportunity to be friends with an awesome person like you...there could be no better friend than you..and as i repeatedly say...you make a great human being,a fantastic friend,a superb writer..I consider myself lucky to have  a Friend like you n i m extremely proud of you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;always remain the adorable person that you are..as it is you cant improve perfection..but yes there are two little things that i really want you to change..ahmm one is your temper..waise my anger management lessons are working well for that..good progress there and secondly..pleaseeee...learn to realise your own value..you are one gem of a person and its high time now..better accept it..else be prepared for hundreds of more lectures in the upcoming years!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we celebrate our friendship today..I sincerely pray that may the best of life come your way always and may all your dreams and wishes come true!and may god bless our friendship as well..and i just hope we stay the best of friends always!Thanks a ton for everything Stibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mama..your friendship is really precious to me and I shall treasure it always!You are simply the best my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Congratulations for the glorious completion of two years of our friendship..its been like a roller coaster ride..thanks a ton for tolerating me this long and all the best for the upcoming years as well...since I am going to give you a lot more nonsense!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;keep smiling always!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my best wishes and prayers are always there with you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;god bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[p.s:-I'm really sorry for this lengthy post..but on this special day I did not want to let go off any opportunity to tell my best friend how important he and his friendship are to me..this one is for you stibumama...from your friend and disciple..hope u like it..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-715279316754469717?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/715279316754469717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-years-of-wonderful-friendship.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/715279316754469717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/715279316754469717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-years-of-wonderful-friendship.html' title='Two Years of wonderful friendship!!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SrZt4w4bemI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9NHWwCu_ev8/s72-c/captionit033050I334D34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-258048446604129243</id><published>2009-09-15T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:42:30.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for the 'Superior Scribbler Award'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Speechless...overwhelmed...pleasantly surprised and really touched...yes that was my reaction on receiving the Superior Scribbler Award ..from Arthi...I knew I could scribble..that is for sure...ahmmm..superior scribbler...that is like too much of an adjective for an amateur writer like me  but sometimes we do get more than we deserve...so here I am with this award!Thank you sooooooooo much Artz...I am really honored and extremely happy to receive this one from you..When I saw my name mentioned in your blog with all that you had written..I was overjoyed...thanks a ton for considering me worthy of it and for being so encouraging and supportive!It really means a lot to me...thank uuu...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sq-LJMdbeRI/AAAAAAAAALs/DxezAjU1rCw/s1600-h/superior_scribbler_award4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sq-LJMdbeRI/AAAAAAAAALs/DxezAjU1rCw/s400/superior_scribbler_award4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673069810776338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okie now coming to the rules of the award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Each superior scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most deserving blogger friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Each superior scribbler must link to the author and the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Each superior scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this post which explains The Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Each blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to My Linky List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It gives me immense pleasure to pass it onto:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.The Solitary Writer[stibu mama]-A wonderful blogger whose works I am reading long before I entered the world of blogging...I love the way he writes..in different genres and make each one seem perfect and professional!A power house of talent .. with a unique ability of bringing his characters to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.Leo-He is a highly dedicated blogger..I simply adore his works...then whether its fiction,poetry,reality...anything for that matter...He uses different styles of writing and brings out the best in them..his words create magic and take you into a beautiful world of his imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.Arjun-Its easy to make people cry or get them serious on issues but its very difficult to make them laugh especially through words and this creative blogger is an expert in it!Humor is his forte but his talent is not limited to it...whatever he writes is a pleasure to read..his words evoke images and involve you in the plot completely.He always leaves his readers contented and smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.Roshini-what should I say about this young girl who is exceptionally talented..whenever I read her works I am always left speechless...such amazing expression at such a young age is commendable..she inspires me..and makes me want to learn things from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.Kajal-an awesome blogger who has the honesty and guts to write her heart and mind out!Her words have depth,beauty,expression and above all reality!She has the art of using words..and an ability of giving a language to emotions..which make her incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All you guys are exceptionally good...and I am very happy to have got an opportunity to honour you people!Great going guys..keep writing...keep inspiring...I will keep reading and keep learning...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[p.s...did i begin with the word 'speechless'...ahmmm...now u don't have to take things by their literal meaning...if u do...then that's how i go speechless...hehehe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-258048446604129243?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/258048446604129243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-for-superior-scribbler-award.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/258048446604129243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/258048446604129243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-for-superior-scribbler-award.html' title='Time for the &apos;Superior Scribbler Award&apos;'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sq-LJMdbeRI/AAAAAAAAALs/DxezAjU1rCw/s72-c/superior_scribbler_award4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-9010504111631108013</id><published>2009-09-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:21:52.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of the past days-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sq0nLl26QMI/AAAAAAAAALM/UgbrHlWcyYE/s1600-h/gs267026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sq0nLl26QMI/AAAAAAAAALM/UgbrHlWcyYE/s400/gs267026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381000209872076994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As he was flipping through the pages of the newspaper...he came across his weekly horoscope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;which said"you are going through a lot of turmoil in your personal life..a personal relationship demands immediate attention..do not be laid back ..since life does not give a second chance always.."...with  this his eyes open wide he thought to himself..."what the hell is this suppose to mean..???is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; astrologer spying on me??..or has this message  just been published for me in specific?.."..."or is it God's way of telling me that i better do something before it gets too late..?"with this he closed his eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Today began his search for the past days..memories of those beautiful moments spent with Neha were flashing in his mind one after the other..from the day he proposed..to the day the day of their wedding..then the two years they stayed together and off course the painful moment when Neha was leaving home..just then he opened his eyes and got up..as he was getting up...he saw an old lady waiting on one side of the road..and on the opposite side of the road was an old man eagerly trying really hard to overcome the hustle bustle and traffic of the road in order to reach her...once he reached he took her hand in his...and holding it tight he took her across the lane..Rahul carefully observed the old couple...who then walked down the lane hand in hand ...the wrinkles of their skin had not one bit lessened the love of their eyes and their care and concern...for each other..observing the old couple a sudden thought came to his mind.."why did I do it??why did I break my promise...I had held Neha 's hand forever and promised to walk with her through this journey of life then how did leave her alone in the middle and started moving ahead...this is not happening...I love her...I will cross this distance between us ...hold her hand ..this time forever ..and get her back into my life...yes...exactly what I will do..I want to grow old with her....I will not waste this second chance...why should I..after all I love her...yes....I love her ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately went inside to get ready...all this while there was a constant smile on his face...he was imagining all that he would do once Neha gets back home with him .."Neha you were right I am a fool...I don't know what took me so long..to realize that for me life is you ..then how can I live without you...I promise there will be no complaints now..just love...like it was earlier...just get back once and i will never let go off you..."..these were the words he said out aloud before the mirror...and once he was ready...he dashed out of is house to get her back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be continued]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-9010504111631108013?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9010504111631108013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-5.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/9010504111631108013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/9010504111631108013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-5.html' title='In search of the past days-5'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sq0nLl26QMI/AAAAAAAAALM/UgbrHlWcyYE/s72-c/gs267026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3031647025923111910</id><published>2009-09-11T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:09:48.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freakin Fabulous Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yeppie...I  am really elated and honoured to receive this wonderful award from the Solitary writer[gosh this is super formal..i am not liking it...so for me Stibu mama].I don't know if I deserve it but it is super special to me not just because its a lovely award but because I got it from the person because of whom I am here...thank you soooooooooo much Stibumama...this really means a lot to me!thanks a ton!I owe it all to you...thank you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sqo9MV5ymeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cOOLd7Uatjc/s1600-h/freakingfabulousaward6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sqo9MV5ymeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cOOLd7Uatjc/s400/freakingfabulousaward6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380179987094739426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;okie  now coming to the formal procedure:-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Rules of the Award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* List five current obsessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* Pass the award on to five more fabulous blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* On your post of receiving this award, make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* When you post your five winners, make sure you link them as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t forget to let your winners know they won an award from you by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5 obsessions would be:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Reading:-when I was in school I used to hate reading but don't know when I developed a liking for it..today I am fond of reading everything write from the newspapers,to magazines to novels and now that I am here then I can proudly mention I enjoy reading the blogs of all you guys!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Blogging:-I never thought this would happen..really...initially i used to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;check my blog maybe once in 2-3 days..I used to prefer writing less and honestly dint even visit many blogs...but today I am kind of addicted to this place whenever I get an opportunity I am here..if not to post then to read and leave comments...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Shopping:-That's quite common I guess...especially with girls and a pain for boys...but I really like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nature walks:-I am really fond of going out for long walks..I live in a place which is famous for its scenic beauty...so I have to go out once in a day for sure until or unless I am really stuck with some urgent work or illness!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Music:-My day begins and ends with it....i always carry my headphones with me...it really keeps me going...love listening to it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;coming to the top five bloggers..well for me everyone here is simply fabulous...some have already been awarded...and here are the names of some more:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.Kajal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2.Nuchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3.Priya joyce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Pinkzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5.Thoorika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;[p.s:-thanks a lot stibumama...for not only giving me this award but also an opportunity to pass it onto all these fabulous writers...!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3031647025923111910?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3031647025923111910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/freakin-fabulous-award.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3031647025923111910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3031647025923111910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/freakin-fabulous-award.html' title='The Freakin Fabulous Award'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sqo9MV5ymeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cOOLd7Uatjc/s72-c/freakingfabulousaward6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-6910459358443953276</id><published>2009-09-08T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:48:06.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the past days-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Neha went to live with her sister Ragini who was working and living independently in the same town..she told Ragini everything..Ragini did not know what to say to her whether her decision was wrong or right but one thing that she was very clear about was that though Neha had made a tough decision..she was completely broken and shattered inside..and she was in need of a lot of care and support..Ragini hugged her and said.."Don't worry Neha everything will go fine..I am there with you"..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul on the other hand was going through his own set of conflicts..everything just happened too early for him to realise or do anything..he was sitting absolutely motionless on the couch...and his face lacked an emotion..just then his cell phone rang..it took him two minutes to come out of his trance and receive the call.."Hello..hiee Rahul, Ragini here...".."oh hie..how are you?"..he replied....she said"Rahul actually Neha had asked me not to tell you saying that it did not matter anymore..but I thought I should let you know that she is here with me..so don't worry alright...".."hmmm...the thing is..."Ragini interrupted him and said"Rahul you don't need to explain things to me...I know everything..and I leave it to you guys..just wanted to inform you that Neha is with me and she is fine..you take care as well ..byee"..."okie thank you...bye"...saying this Rahul disconnected the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ragini's call actually made him realise that Neha had gone...he thought to himself..."why did I let her go????"..."I should have stopped her...".."I cant live without her...how can she do this to me...she says she loves me..and knows very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SqZRRCsl9NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3cU0RWfH3Cs/s1600-h/man+crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SqZRRCsl9NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3cU0RWfH3Cs/s400/man+crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379076158164169938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; well that I love her too...then why??"...these thoughts broke him completely and his eyes were flooded with tears..after an emotional outburst that lasted almost an hour he got up had some water..went to his room...lay on his bed and fell asleep....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was 6.30 a:m when the door bell woke him up...it was the milkman..he took the pack of milk...came inside...made a cup of tea and sat in the living room...today was his first morning without Neha since two years...everyday Neha would wake him up with a smile and a cup of tea...today he had the tea in his hand but Neha and her smile were missing..the loneliness of the house was slowly and slowly creeping into his heart,he was restless,irritated.disturbed.."why did she have to do that "he thought to himself...but this thought was not of grief but of anger..."well if she thinks she can live alone...then so can i...when she doesn't feel the need to carry on  then even I won't beg her to return..she will regret her decision and will come back to me on her own...when she will realise that some things are easier said than done...she will come back..."...he thought over and over again...and gave himself a reassurance.."yes...she loves me...she can't possibly stay away she will come back..."...after several attempts of self justification..he managed to reduce his dissonance a bit..and when he felt a control over himself ... he got ready and left for work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Throughout the day he made a sincere effort to keep himself distracted so that he does not think about her..and kept assuring himself that he is right and that she will come back on her own in a day or two...every time his cellphone rang he expected her call...but when he saw some other name flashing on the screen...all his hopes would crash in a second...He carried on like this for the 5  days..every morning he used to get up creating a strong front thinking to himself"that he is doing fine...without her..and she will come back realising her mistake.."..and every night he used to go to bed disappointed and upset..With each passing day his hope of her coming back faded..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is Sunday...Rahul..got up...piked up the newspaper and sat down with a cup of tea in the balcony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[to be continued....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-6910459358443953276?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6910459358443953276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-4.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6910459358443953276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6910459358443953276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-4.html' title='In Search of the past days-4'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SqZRRCsl9NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3cU0RWfH3Cs/s72-c/man+crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-8274407727421690577</id><published>2009-09-06T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:20:41.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the past days-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SqOoLeSN7pI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sfYv8IMAPUs/s1600-h/56677623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SqOoLeSN7pI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sfYv8IMAPUs/s400/56677623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378327295072005778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;..Neha opened the door..Rahul entered in..without even looking at her he threw his bag on the couch..and said.."hey I was expecting a courier to reach..did it???"...Neha gave him a  firm look and said point blank "No!"..Her blatant response agitated Rahul and he said "Oh common Neha..I come home tired from the days work and instead of welcoming me with a smile you are standing here with a frown...whats wrong with you.."..this infuriated Neha even more..and she said"whats wrong with me???????where do you manage to get all that courage to make those complaints from and raise a finger at me..when you yourself don't have the time to receive my calls also..not even realising that maybe there some urgency...do you even remember the last time you called up yourself to ask me how am i??".."Oh god...what is there to ask ya...we live in the same house..what are you expecting that in midst of meetings and work I will call you up for a chit chat.."..Rahul said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Neha took a deep breath in and then said"Listen rahul..even I work...still whenever I get an opportunity I call you up..not because its a duty...but because you matter to me..but fine leave this aside...what happens when you come back home..then you are free...right...free to watch t.v,go to the club...to surf the Internet..you have that time and I agree its you personal time..but still two minutes of care or two words of affection are too much to ask for...is it???...everyday I wait for you to return..you come..carry out a formal conversation with me and carry on with your routine..I feel like I am invisible to you...it surprises me like hell that are you the same man who called up every now and then just to feel my presence in your life????"..with this she sat down on the sofa and started crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Rahul raised his voice again and reacted by saying .."Damn it.. why don't you get it ..I haven't changed...our life has...earlier we were not living together...but now we are...you can't expect things to be the same Neha..I can't be all that lovey duvey all the time....I have a life of my own also...you need to give me that space...please...I love you and you know that..[his tone became softer]...don't make an issue out of this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;His words pierced through her heart...her tears were not stopping..but she gathered her strength ,stood up and said..."fine you want space...you shall get it now..I am leaving...probably you need a break from me...and you shall have it..earlier I thought that rather than living like this I should end this relationship but since it matters to me the most and I don't want any second thoughts later I want to give it one last chance..and also because as you said "I know that you love me"...but I can't feel it anymore ..I can give you space but not lead a blank life...you live with your space and time and if that's how you want your life to be...then we will part ways forever. Rahul if living together gave people the liberty to take their loved ones for granted..or treat them like trash then nobody would ever want to live together...today I create this distance between the two of us if you plan to travel through it to reach me then you will have to return to me as the Rahul I had fallen in love with and if not then I would rather live with the sweet memories.. of my past than with broken dreams of the future...now we will only live together if you feel the need of a companion,of your love and not a kitchen maid or a care taker of your house..you will know how its living with me and without me..make your choice..and so will I...till then goodbye.."..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Neha you cant be serious"Rahul said in amazement.."I am ..sadly the problem is you never took me seriously.."..she started packing her luggage and making a few calls.."You can't leave me....alone..like this...".."Rahul at least its better than living alone.. when the person you love is right beside you...anyways you take care...bye..".and with tears still profusely flowing out of  her eyes she left her home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be continued]&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/8142813529662973997-8274407727421690577?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8274407727421690577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-3.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8274407727421690577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8274407727421690577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-3.html' title='In Search of the past days-3'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SqOoLeSN7pI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sfYv8IMAPUs/s72-c/56677623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-5425870458830991248</id><published>2009-09-01T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:34:45.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the past days-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sp0URa3ZUEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hIxw4_W-cEo/s1600-h/3529-000039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sp0URa3ZUEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hIxw4_W-cEo/s400/3529-000039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376475819652239426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Neha..I know what you mean to say but I cant begin to tell you how happy I am to hear all of this from you and that's because what you perceived from my actions is exactly what i wanted to convey...you are very special to me and I don't want to miss any opportunity to tell you that I love you!and as far as calls are concerned its my way of staying close to you ..even when we are apart...to know that you are fine..keeps me tension free..and Ma'am i promise you one thing...I will always trouble and bother you the same way... whether you like it or not...so get use to it..because time might change but my love and concern wont"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Today Neha and rahul have been married for two years..its yet another evening...same cafe..but today Neha is sitting here alone...recalling the day when Rahul had promised her that nothing is going to change his love for her.. Neha's eyes which had dreams,affection and tears of happiness were sheltering pain,loneliness and a search of the past days..a numerous questions were running across her mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"where did all the care and concern go?".."is he the same man who said i was special to him?".."someone who had the world's time to talk to me irrespective of a hectic schedule???"..."have I changed?".."has he changed?".."am I expecting too much????"..."God...."she covered her face with her hands...was motionless for a while then she raised her head..wiped her tears and said to herself"I want my answers...I am not carrying on like this...I married for love...Not to be taken for granted..or to be a show piece in his house..I did not marry him for 3 months I married him to grow old with him...I know ..I know I can't expect him to be like a teenage boy friend now but at least like a friend...a companion..being in a marriage if I have to be lonely only then I might as well be alone...this is it..."...she got up and rushed back home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was 8 at night..the door bell rang..Neha opened the door..Rahul entered in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be continued...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-5425870458830991248?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5425870458830991248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-2.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5425870458830991248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5425870458830991248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-past-days-2.html' title='In Search of the past days-2'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sp0URa3ZUEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hIxw4_W-cEo/s72-c/3529-000039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-2802647304203672172</id><published>2009-08-30T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:06:52.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of the past days-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was sitting in her class when her cell phone flashed a light...it was him..she sneaked her hand into her handbag and disconnected his call...2 seconds later...he called again...she disconnected it again thinking that he will get the hint that she must be in midst of a lecture and that's why she is not picking up..but to no use...he called up again..then she did not take the pain to disconnect his calls..later after class when she checked her cell phone it gave a notification of 39 missed calls...amazed at his madness she called him back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpqRkFOsK8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tCilXUtacOA/s1600-h/56809226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpqRkFOsK8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tCilXUtacOA/s400/56809226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375769154285218754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Rahul..whats wrong with you...39 missed calls...you knew I was in a lecture dint you...but hey first tell me all well at your end...was there anything urgent that you wanted to say.?."..to which he replied "off course Neha..is that even a question..if I called you so many times must be something important ..."..getting all worried she asked"so tell me now...hurry up..what are you waiting for.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...."hmm I love you..."...he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpqR2a4yArI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xXWSb94E-yQ/s1600-h/200496351-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpqR2a4yArI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xXWSb94E-yQ/s400/200496351-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375769469336552114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; said..."silly that is fine you can get romantic later tell me what happened..why were you calling?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He smiled and replied"Neha that is what I wanted to say that's why I called you"...Neha was stunned for a second..with a huge smile on her she asked him"you are telling me you called me 39 times to tell me this?".."exactly..for me this is of utmost importance...and how could I begin my day without listening to your voice sweetheart.." he said..Neha was speechless...she was blushing like anything..and her smile refused to leave her face..".."aww..Rahul..I love you too...you carryon for work..I will call you up in the evening..right now I'm rushing for another lecture..".."okie baby...bubyee...."n  both kept down the phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; was 2'o clock when Neha had just stepped out of college...when her phone rang again...she picked up n said "yours is like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; perfect timing I just got free and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you called up again...?"....Rahul replied "well i was missing you..so i called up..."...they both spoke to each other till the time  Neha got back home!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the evening both of them met at a coffee shop..where Neha kept her hand on his hand and looking into his eyes she said&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"you know Rahul..I may complain several times..that I am in the class don't call me,or mom is around..why did u call..or when I say you are crazy when you call me up to say that 'I am missing you' just two minutes after we've met..but today I confess before you..that I lie always..with each and every call that you make I fall more in love with you..every time your name flashes on my cellphone my heart beat increases..I always wait for your call..and when you do..then nothing else seems to matter more than your voice..my day becomes good when you wish me good morning..I feel like the whole world cares for me..when you ask me to take care..when you say that you miss me..I feel extremely special and when u say that you love me...I..just..."&lt;/span&gt;..she could not speak further...her eyes that were full of affection of the world got moist...and she could not look him in his eyes anymore...while she looked down Rahul could not keep his eyes off her face..he always knew Neha felt that ways inside but since she was very hesitant to admit it..He never expected her to say all of this that too face to face..He was over whelmed..He knew it was not easy for her...but still she said it..his happiness knew no bounds..he wanted to get up that very moment and hug her but he knew this was the time to comfort her without making it awkward for her so that she doesn't regret saying what she felt...so he gently held her hand n said..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be continued..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-2802647304203672172?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2802647304203672172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-search-of-past-days-1.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/2802647304203672172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/2802647304203672172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-search-of-past-days-1.html' title='In search of the past days-1'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpqRkFOsK8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tCilXUtacOA/s72-c/56809226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-8387849371192869873</id><published>2009-08-24T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:55:06.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the journey of Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpK3UQLIyjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6JiBQs3ixb4/s1600-h/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpK3UQLIyjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6JiBQs3ixb4/s400/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373558863973370418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On this path unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody beside me to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody to say that,"I care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I overcome my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody to understand,Nobody to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The pain I carry everyday with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I carry the load of my loneliness on my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I keep questioning myself"where do I lack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody to answer,Nobody to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I expected sunshine,but I'm getting wet in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-8387849371192869873?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8387849371192869873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/alone-in-journey-of-life.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8387849371192869873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8387849371192869873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/alone-in-journey-of-life.html' title='Alone in the journey of Life..'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SpK3UQLIyjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6JiBQs3ixb4/s72-c/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-8363802301754061565</id><published>2009-08-20T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:53:20.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights of Coincidence....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/So1jCR87UTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Op0hmbiWnA0/s1600-h/0820_191605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/So1jCR87UTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Op0hmbiWnA0/s400/0820_191605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372058821352706354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sometimes some little things leave us stunned and surprised...now I am here to share a little incident with you that happened yesterday...my best friend Manu and I share a very sweetly mad,not always perfect but wonderful and special relationship..when coming to our thinking we are polls apart..our ideologies don't match one bit,our expectations from life are quite different and so are our reactions and expressions...but besides so many differences we are best of friends..but where there are differences there are similarities as well..our choice is pretty similar..and we generally buy things with each others consent whenever we go out for shopping...now listen to this..for the past ten days my best friend has been out of town..she had gone to Delhi..she came back yesterday evening..I gave her call to ask her about how her trip was and what all she did..and as always there was a definite discussion about all that she bought for herself..now she has a preference for wearing heels,stilettos,boots and all that..so for a refreshing change she tells me"parul...You won't believe it but this time for a change I bought a pair of Reebok shoes for myself.."..I got all excited and told her.."what???you won't believe it even I bought a  pair of Reebok shoes two days back"..both of us were talking about what a coincidence is this when she just asked me"by the way what color shoes did  you buy.."i quickly replied.."purple and grayish silver.."..and the bigger coincidence awaited me when she tells me hers are of the same color as well...both of us were kind of surprised..that how can we both buy similar shoes when we are miles away..but I was wrong as she wore them to the university today...and they were not similar..but completely identical..both of us were very stunned to see that..we bought the same thing on the same day in different towns..both of us had no plans of buying these shoes..we went to just check out  stuff like that only and liked them and came out buying them...and now we possess the same pair of shoes...somehow its strange!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and what is stranger is that my best friend does not like it at all when she comes across somebody who is wearing what she is wearing ..you won't believe it when she and her sister  wear clothes of a similar shade they don't even walk together and force me to walk in between...so now I told her that since she wont like the idea..of both of us wearing the same shoes on same days..so it will be problematic for her..but time for another surprise...she says"naaa....we will...n I'm gonna luv it..it speaks volumes for our bonding.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't know what to say to that...things that we don't tolerate in our siblings become a matter of joy with friends at times..and when its with best friends..everything crazy and absurd otherwise becomes a matter of pride...whatever it is...one thing is for sure whenever I will look at these shoes now they are bound to get back the sweet memories of my friendship and my best friend and leave me smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[p.s:-This post does not have much sense..like many of my other posts..but I felt like sharing this with you guys...so here it is...thanks for bearing with me...take care!God bless!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-8363802301754061565?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8363802301754061565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/heights-of-coincidence.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8363802301754061565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8363802301754061565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/heights-of-coincidence.html' title='Heights of Coincidence....'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/So1jCR87UTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Op0hmbiWnA0/s72-c/0820_191605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-6556032324211444263</id><published>2009-08-15T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:15:02.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SobsXQw-IvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/egsevPj3Y_0/s1600-h/india-independenceday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SobsXQw-IvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/egsevPj3Y_0/s400/india-independenceday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370239490067407602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today is the 15Th of August..we have completed 62 years of Independence today..a day of national importance has become nothing more than a national holiday for all of us..we sit back at home to relax..go out for movies,shopping and have fun..We all know that how we have attained this independence..it involved a lot of struggle,physical and mental torture and bloodshed..but at last we succeeded ..but this success came at the cost of many lives!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We say we are a free nation..but do we value the freedom that we have..since we did not pay a price for it..we conveniently forgot the sacrifices that our freedom fighters made for it!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;its like an inherited property..we got it from our forefathers,we are using it..but doing nothing about it!Coming to talk of what we can do! we all must have heard people saying that if you want others to respect you then learn to respect yourself..and how many of the Indians actually respect their own country..go to any corner of India you will find people cribbing"ours is a corrupted nation,we are overpopulated,we lack infrastructure..and the list goes on and on"..but if you turn around and ask them "what are they doing for the nation?"..these mute spectators will quickly respond"now what can we do at such small level and how will it make a difference"..I don't understand is standing at the border with arms and  ammunition the only way to serve the country..only the armed forces hold responsibility towards the nation..every Indian represents India.A foreigner comes to our country and goes back with a bad impression because of a particular experience with a few individuals...He will never care to say that a few people were not hospitable in India..but everybody gets generalised as "Indians are like that".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We have received so much from this country..its our home and we Indians together form a big family..then who else is responsible to keep our home clean,beautiful and at peace "Us"..If we wont take care of our family who will...we've spent decades behaving like a mob...lets start rising up together as a democracy..as sensible people who can act not react!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Britishers have gone leaving their"divide and rule"policy here...lets chuck that out as well and establish"Unity in diversity"...lets stop playing the blame game...anything happens we blame it on the people outside..though the root cause  lies within us..and I have no intention of saying that come down on the streets,protest or initiate a revolution...just a simple little thing and that is change yourself rather than changing the world..be the change you want to see..strive to be a good citizen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sobskk_tfVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7HVFDuJRTE4/s1600-h/flagfinal1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Sobskk_tfVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7HVFDuJRTE4/s400/flagfinal1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370239718836239698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you can't stop corruption don't be a part of the chain reaction..break the cycle,you can't educate the entire nation..support the education of a child,you can't keep the environment of the nation clean at least don't litter around yourself..simple little steps and at least there is some beginning..even if it is at the grass root level..leave the"chalta hai"..attitude..and don't propagate things saying"that's how it functions in India"..we are the ones who made this India..so we are very much capable of changing it as well..all we need to do is think in the right direction and then implement that thinking..unlike the laws that are formed but never implemented!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I know this is quite like a sermon or a boring Independence day speech..but just take out two minutes to think is it all that difficult to be good citizen...we are fortunate to be born in a country like India..we all often say it  that "we are proud to be Indians"..but its not that we are actually very happy and proud of the way our country functions...its just that our loyalty to our motherland makes us say it...deep inside we all know we have a long way to go..and a well begin is half done..so lets all try to make that little beginning..so that India just doesn't shine on the poster of an election campaign but globally and actually!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;On this positive note I wish all of you a very happy Independence Day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SobstYri03I/AAAAAAAAAHg/UNKKflB4NDk/s1600-h/IP_HAPPY+INDIA+wallpapers+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SobstYri03I/AAAAAAAAAHg/UNKKflB4NDk/s400/IP_HAPPY+INDIA+wallpapers+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370239870149251954" 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/8142813529662973997-6556032324211444263?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6556032324211444263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6556032324211444263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6556032324211444263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SobsXQw-IvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/egsevPj3Y_0/s72-c/india-independenceday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3144473897859401841</id><published>2009-08-13T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:46:21.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing Up For Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SoQjMtUI-qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UkP_3JGXGBs/s1600-h/mmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SoQjMtUI-qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UkP_3JGXGBs/s400/mmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369455356961946274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She opened her closet and picked out a nice red gown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kept it before her and made a frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She then pulled out a yellow dress,followed by green and a blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"I don't like a single one what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I want to dress up my best after all its my first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm still hunting for clothes even though I'm already late!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she could not decide what to wear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;changed back into her t-shirt n jeans and sat in despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just then there was a knock at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she knew it was him she couldn't possibly ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she opened the door but she dint look at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He looked at her and smiled as he entered in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"why aren't you ready?"he gently asked her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;with a lump in her throat she answered in a whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to dress up beautifully today so that I leave you impressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when nothing seemed to look pretty I got all depressed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry I know I spoilt your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets postpone this date to next Saturday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She tried to say more but could not speak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears flowed down her rosy red cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"you are the most beautiful women in this world did I tell you that before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I dint ,else you wouldn't have thought of all this for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You don't need to make efforts to look good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dresses don't spoil my mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My love for you is not for your beauty outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But your lovely heart is the reason for my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;when your simplicity suits you the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just don't need to be bothered about the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;your sweet innocent smile lights up my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twinkles of your eyes show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the warmth and goodness you radiate is beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;my Life seems perfect when you are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear princess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop worrying about the beauty that is transient and external&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my love for you is far more deep and eternal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[p.s:I began writing a story...then after two lines it became more like a poem...and now that I read it...its neither a well written story nor a good poem..don't ask me what it is...I'm posting it because I know you people are used to my nonsense now...ahmm...thats called taking advantage of the humble nature of wonderful people...:P...na na..there is no need to be kind feel free to tell me its crappy..I won't mind..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3144473897859401841?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3144473897859401841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/dressing-up-for-him.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3144473897859401841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3144473897859401841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/dressing-up-for-him.html' title='Dressing Up For Him...'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SoQjMtUI-qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UkP_3JGXGBs/s72-c/mmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-8842961695414982270</id><published>2009-08-05T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:23:36.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious bond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Snm-lPuroYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mdOky5EIT10/s1600-h/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 83px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Snm-lPuroYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mdOky5EIT10/s400/76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366529978075423106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Today is rakshabandhan..and guess there can be no better day than today to thank the Almighty for the gift of a brother..sometimes when we face hardships in life we often feel that God doesn't love us He doesn't care..But then just look around the people He has given you and you will know He is there..that's exactly how I feel when I see my elder  brother around...I call him Dadu...He stepped into this world four years before me..I have often heard people saying that the elder child gets very insecure and jealous when he/she is told of the second child coming into the family..and once this second baby arrives then begins a saga of sibling rivalry and non - acceptance..but as I always say I'm blessed..because for my Dadu I was never less than a prized possession..he used to love me,take care of me and holding me in his arms he used to proudly tell other"she is my sister"..My mom tells me that when I was born due to some complications I was not very pleasing to look at..my head was like a cone..[hahaha...sounds funny..ryt?]etc...and everybody was worried that if my brother sees me..he might start crying..but he was the first to welcome me with a smile...my weird hair do did not scare him..he held my wrist n said"lets take her home...soon"..&lt;br /&gt;..well my head settled but then the usual brother sister issues started popping up..right from blackmailing,to pranks to fighting..and being punished coz of each other..but then we all get mature don't we..Today I share a beautiful bond with him..He shares his secrets with me..discusses issues...pampers me..and yes...not to forget he is strict about certain matters as well...which I conveniently filter[ahmm]...while telling him things at times..that's coz I know he is a brother at the end of the day...protective and possessive..but that's how I like him to be..He makes me feel secure and loved always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I really love him a lot...I respect him...admire him..[waise i hate him also when he goes out for a movie and I sit at home and make his files].. but still I proudly say that,"He is the best brother in the world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Snm_bwL96RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VJHHHoC5QsA/s1600-h/brother7_JC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Snm_bwL96RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VJHHHoC5QsA/s400/brother7_JC.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366530914501126418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Today he is miles away from me and I really miss him..but my prayers ,love and best wishes are with him always!&lt;br /&gt;Luv u Dadu...miss u loads!Happy RaKhi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-8842961695414982270?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8842961695414982270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-precious-bond.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8842961695414982270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/8842961695414982270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-precious-bond.html' title='My precious bond!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Snm-lPuroYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mdOky5EIT10/s72-c/76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-1728497175305425812</id><published>2009-08-04T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:27:22.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hieee...here's my first tag...I've been tagged by Stibumama,Leo,Nuchu,Arthi....[sorry for the late submission I'm finally here with my homework!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-Available/Single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Best Friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mannu and Stibumama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C-Cake or Pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Cake with lots of chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D-Drink of Choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E-Essential item you use everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toothbrush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;F-Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink and black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G-Giggle or laughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughter that expresses the happiness of heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H-Hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Shimla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Indulgence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-January or  February?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;January..since I'm born in this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-Kids and their names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;want two..elder son and younger daughter..names..not thought yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-Life is incomplete without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-Marriage or Date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Marriage..[date with the guy I'm married to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N-Number of Siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One extremely adorable elder brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O-One thing I hate to accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'm an emotional fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P-Phobia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hydrophobic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q-Favorite Quote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Doesn't Kill Us Only Makes Us Stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R-Reason to smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To spread happiness around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Tag 3 or 4 people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priya joyce,kajal,arjun and vedu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;U-Unknown fact about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'm very talkative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;V-Vegetable you don't like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;W-Worst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being highly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xrays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you've had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y-Your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rajma-Chawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z-Zodiac Sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[a stupid confession for what took me so long..I saw you guys tagging me..but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dint know what a tag was..stibumama se confirm kia..u see me-dumbness personified..haha...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-1728497175305425812?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1728497175305425812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-tag.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/1728497175305425812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/1728497175305425812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-tag.html' title='My First Tag...'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3852838759087156876</id><published>2009-08-02T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:46:03.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H@ppy Friendships D@y..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnWJonu8rEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/57uKV8VD1ts/s1600-h/258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnWJonu8rEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/57uKV8VD1ts/s400/258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365345862035483714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"..bloggin gives u so many nice frnds too...n u already have many frnds around....ste k hum sabfrnds tere frnds... :)"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The best Thing blogging did to me is FRIENDS...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;well what you are reading above are not famous quotes but yes the words of two of our famous blogger friends..the first one given by Priya and the  second one was given by Arjun and they told me this the day I entered this world of blogging...and today I strongly second the opinion of both of them..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I came here..not because I thought I was good writer...Stibu mama[Our Solitary Writer] got me here because he thought my scribbling could be transformed into well drafted posts n shared with others..I still remember the warm welcome I got from all you guys here..I don't think I can ever put in words how overwhelmed I was to see such sweet and encouraging responses from all you wonderful people..one thing I knew since day one was that God's beautiful people resided in blogs ville but what I dint know was that I will actually be making some amazing friends here..I know its not been a very long association nor do I know any one of you personally..but I chose to call this interaction friendship and not a relationship between writers and readers because its with you guys I shared feelings,views,ideas,imagination and opinions that were close to my heart and nobody else knows about them,you people were the ones who took out your precious time to read what i wrote,gave me encouragement,care,love,guidance,support,wishes and if I am right strangers and acquaintances don't do that..only friends can make you feel that way!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and today on friendships day I want to take this opportunity to thank each one of you for accepting me,for tolerating my nonsense amateur scribbles,for being ever so kind and supportive and for making me so comfortable in this world unknown..I truly consider myself lucky that I got an opportunity to know all you amazing people...Thank you soooo much Nuchu,Kajal,Priyajoyce,Arjun,Leo,Priya,Abhilasha,Manjari,Aarthi,Vedu,Thoorika..[I'm sorry if I'm missing any names..] for being what you people are..and a very happy friendships day to all of you...I really look up to all you people and feel blessed that I got to learn so much from you..May god bless you with a lot of happiness and may the best of life come your way today and always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I thanked you guys but there is one very special person I need to thank...coz had it not been for him...I wouldn't be here and would never get to know anyone of you...n that's none other than my best friend stibumama...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;stibumama...thank u sooooooooo muchhhhhh for being such a wonderful friend...I owe all of this to you..thanks a ton for believing in me,for encouraging me,for supporting me and for introducing me to this beautiful world full of beautiful people..I bothered you,irritated you,questioned you...but you were always so kind,so helpful and so understanding..trust me I couldn't have asked for a better friend..thank you sooo much..I'm so proud to have a friend like you and I hope this friendship remains the same forever and really hope we have less fights in future..:p..coz after all both of us feel like staying alive...don't we????...jokes apart...we may fight...we may disagree..but I will always be there for you ...whenever you need a friend...you can count on me...and that's a promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend is one who takes care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend is one who walks with you all  through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend is one who will wipe your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend is one who will help you overcome your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend will always lend a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend will not question,but understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend will hope for you,a friend will pray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend will never let you deviate from the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've said it all just left with one thing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and that is to wish you all a very happy friendships day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy friendships day!you guys rock!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;thank you so much for everything this is for all you wonderful people from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnWKGyeasXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bDMKIbKsKBg/s1600-h/gai-gaifr0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnWKGyeasXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bDMKIbKsKBg/s400/gai-gaifr0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365346380315013490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnWKWRtgoQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Chgxe87-Sn0/s1600-h/mpcgift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnWKWRtgoQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Chgxe87-Sn0/s400/mpcgift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365346646397853954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3852838759087156876?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3852838759087156876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/hppy-friendships-dy.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3852838759087156876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3852838759087156876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/hppy-friendships-dy.html' title='H@ppy Friendships D@y..'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnWJonu8rEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/57uKV8VD1ts/s72-c/258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-6677576106354506226</id><published>2009-07-30T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:01:18.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Develop Understanding Not Misunderstanding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We our all blessed with a lot of beautiful relationships in our life..a few are the ones we are born with and there are others that we make on our own..whatever be the name,whatever be the reason the bottom line is they are all very important to us..they are the ties that join our hearts and make us realize that we are not alone..a friend of mine once told me"that we our all capable of living alone..statements like this that we can't live without so and so..are rubbish..when we have to ,then we have to..there is no room for weakness then..our survival instincts keep us going.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;partially I agree with her that yes when we have to then we have to........n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;off course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; we can survive..but then its just survival..its not living...living is when you can smile seeing somebody else happy,somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; grief brings tears to your eyes, you rejoice in somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; success..a life lived for and with others is a life lived worthwhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and today these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bondings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of the heart and relationships of years break in seconds..reason???MISUNDERSTANDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is misunderstanding..when we try to convey something else and something else gets conveyed..ideas get jumbled up..misconceptions are formed and we chose to drift away from people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; we least want to..for me misunderstanding has its literal meaning ..yes..its is not a wrong interpretation of thought,words or intentions but a lack of understanding as the word rightly conveys..the understanding is missing..and this takes place when we stop listening,we stop talking,we stop thinking when we stop making that extra effort to go a little deep into things and taking that extra step and conveniently accept what appears on the surface..and let go off our precious ones..and i guess all of us have misunderstood someone or the other in our life or have been misunderstood by someone..communication is the answer but is does an explanation always justify everybody..may be not..and at times a wrong question asked in a wrong manner,at the wrong time proves to be the biggest question mark on a relationship and the trust on which it is formed and may leave behind a scar forever..and apologies and time don't always heal all wounds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so if you say to someone"I trust you.."..then make sure you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if you say "I understand.."then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; try to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if you say"I am there..."..then show that you care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we all have some beautiful bonds with some beautiful people in our lives..people we can't imagine or lives without..lets value those special souls and those special relationships and handle them with love and care and not allow a stupid misunderstanding to creep in and create distance between hearts..because if we let that happen then later we might be missing the only person who understood us.......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnHDWPQk_8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rBUFNRDkQH0/s1600-h/misunderstanding.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnHDWPQk_8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rBUFNRDkQH0/s400/misunderstanding.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364283417995575234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[p.s:..sounds like a serious saddening post..witnessed a few people ruining their relationships,losing their special people and saying"there had been some misunderstanding"...sounds simple but is hell difficult when we have to go through it..I know everything in life does not have a solution and not everybody is worth staying in our lives but as the famous saying goes"That sometime later we realize that we lost diamonds while we were busy collecting stones"..so be careful..don't take your loved ones for granted and show them that you value them.and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; no misunderstanding is bigger than a true relationship..[sorry if sounds like a sermon..or a boring lecture...just wanted to share an opinion]..God bless you all]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-6677576106354506226?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6677576106354506226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/develop-understanding-not.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6677576106354506226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/6677576106354506226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/develop-understanding-not.html' title='Develop Understanding Not Misunderstanding...'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SnHDWPQk_8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rBUFNRDkQH0/s72-c/misunderstanding.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-7621516153009078506</id><published>2009-07-18T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T05:17:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Raining....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmG57r30gkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CoIj_d-4XvU/s1600-h/2269239-3-another-rainy-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmG57r30gkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CoIj_d-4XvU/s400/2269239-3-another-rainy-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359769466587873858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The monsoons have started and what should I say...I just love the rains...everything seems to be washed...nature at its best...the lush green grass..the dusky sky...droplets of water on the flowers and leaves..the mist around...the cool breeze...and the smell of the wet mud...woww...its awesome...sitting next to my window...I can see water splashing on the pane...with a nice hot cup of tea in my hands...and my favorite music playing in the background..and just being with myself..I'm experiencing bliss...nothing seems to matter...it feels with every drop of rain.. God is showering his blessings and love...to wash out all the worries..and refreshing not only the nature but me.....to sum up the experience in one word...beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmG8fxLi1dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nFxOZZjhDto/s1600-h/raining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmG8fxLi1dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nFxOZZjhDto/s400/raining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359772285511325138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;[p:s-not a meaningful post...sorry...just wanted to share this so wrote it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmG8uIcKGhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eqMHYURfPgA/s1600-h/RainyDayLeaves126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmG8uIcKGhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eqMHYURfPgA/s400/RainyDayLeaves126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359772532273191442" 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/8142813529662973997-7621516153009078506?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7621516153009078506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-raining.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7621516153009078506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7621516153009078506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-raining.html' title='Its Raining....'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmG57r30gkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CoIj_d-4XvU/s72-c/2269239-3-another-rainy-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-399813020103199845</id><published>2009-07-17T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T04:27:21.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Dre@m</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmBfnnnGlEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SbS79S4tPGs/s1600-h/broken_dreams_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmBfnnnGlEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SbS79S4tPGs/s400/broken_dreams_20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359388690823418946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It had been dwelling in my eyes since a long time&lt;br /&gt;I had kept it close to my heart and called it mine&lt;br /&gt;To see it breaking was my biggest fear...&lt;br /&gt;Now it flows down my cheek as a silent tear..&lt;br /&gt;I want to yell,cry,shout and scream..&lt;br /&gt;as before me lies my shattered dream..&lt;br /&gt;I thought i would make it a reality and the world would see&lt;br /&gt;but this not what destiny wanted it to be..&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are empty..they lost their spark and glare&lt;br /&gt;the dream took the hope along and left me alone in despair...&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/8142813529662973997-399813020103199845?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/399813020103199845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-drem.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/399813020103199845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/399813020103199845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-drem.html' title='A Broken Dre@m'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SmBfnnnGlEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SbS79S4tPGs/s72-c/broken_dreams_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-874978021818145810</id><published>2009-07-10T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:55:21.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The proposal-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Riya...you don't need to cry...its completely okie if you don't feel the same..honestly even I'm a little surprised...how things changed..at first I thought I shouldn't tell you what I feel...but then somebody made me realize that I must tell you..so I did...but You don't need to worry about it.. its okie..there are no conditions in love..just stop crying yar...its not such a big deal..forget it...you know I'm a fool...take it light...actually on second thoughts na...me and you together...that ways...seems weired...hahahaa...[laughs ...trying to hide his tears..]..gosh...stupid I'm ..now please...stop giving those serious looks...its embarrassing..actually its good you didn't say a yes..I was thinking of taking a life time risk ...you saved me as always..[winks]..thanks buddy..common now smile...n lets go...before everybody else comes here..I'm hungry...[gets up...and starts moving...so that she doesn't see his moist eyes..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"stop right there...."she yelled from behind...Sameer stopped there and then...n turned...Riya...came up to him..n said"you always have to ruin things...n try to show that you are very cool and all...I hate you...".."Riya..I.."he tries to say something but she interrupts him..."I thought this...I thought that...its okie...its alright..what is all this rubbish...you came...gave a speech...analyzed things your own way..n now you are going..accepting a decision I didn't even make...you over hyper freak..".."you couldn't sleep for 15 days ...I haven't slept since an year...I came to college and for me you were nothing more than a brat...I got to know you and you became my friend..then from my friend to my best friend and then..one fine day I realized what you realized at the prom night..since then everyday I come to college thinking that maybe today you will say something..but that day never came ...all that came my way was your statements when you used to make fun of me  saying that only a nut case would marry me..I had left hope..thinking that we can't be anything more than friends..you would never feel the way I do..and have been trying to overcome those feelings since then...in fact the plan to go out of town for vacations was nothing but a means to go away from you..so that I don't fall weak...and today....all of a sudden...I wasn't expecting it..It was like a dream come true...so.....".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[breaks down completely...]...Sameer...was shocked..surprised..[took two minutes to register the thought..]..held her arm and said.."fool...why didn't you tell me earlier...??.."..the moment he said this ..Riya..who was going all teary and weak..suddenly became firm ..and said.."ohh...so what were you expecting..I being a girl would go down on my knees with a ring in my hand..and propose to a boy who thinks I'm half mad..and the person who will marry me will be fully mad...is it?"..pushes him away.."just go..I don't want to talk to you..I hate you..you never understand"..Sameer knew he had messed up again ..he took a deep breath...went close to her..held her by her arms ..looked into her eyes and said.."I'm sorry for never understanding you..really sorry for hurting you everyday..but now I understand Riya..and promise to convert all those tears I have given you into smiles..please trust me..and silly when I had told you that only a fully mad fellow will marry you..you should have been intelligent enough to know that who can be more mad than me..stupid..come here now.."..pulls her close..hugs her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Slcs_7OjmVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmluPlrRuuY/s1600-h/56459454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Slcs_7OjmVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmluPlrRuuY/s400/56459454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356799758522620242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and whispers in her ears.."just for confirmation...all this means a yes na???..."...she smiles..n says.."yes..!".."then say that you love me...".."na...i hate you..."..she giggles...frees herself from his arms and runs towards the cafeteria..he screams.. from behind.."Miss.Marathon I Love You...."...she turns around...and replies.."I love you more Mr.white shirt blue jeans..."..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The following day...early morning Sameer gets ready and rushes to the park to meet the old lady...with a bouquet of flowers..and finds her sitting on the same bench where he had met her..he goes up to her and before he could say anything..she says.."congratulations...so won the battle...?"she smiles..."how do you know?"..Sameer asked....."don't ask stupid questions and tell me what happened...."...Sameer gave a detailed account of whatever had happened the previous day.."wow...you were way better than what I had thought you to be...I'm so happy..god bless you son.."..Sameer..hugged her and said.."thank you...if I have her in my life today its all because of you ..thank you so much...I told her about you..she said she would like to meet you...once she gets back from her grandma's place..she will be leaving in another hour..I have to go meet her at the station..".."ohh...so why are you wasting your time here...go..."..the lady said...Sameer gets up...and extends the bouquet towards her.."I got this for you..."..the old lady...was overwhelmed.."aww...thank you..."..she accepts it..and picks out a red rose from those flowers..gives it to him and says"give this to her...not from my side...but from yours.."...Sameer..takes..it with a shy smile.."now stop blushing and go..."...Sameer thanks her..once again..and heads towards the station..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the lady looks at the flowers...then the morning sun..and says.."what a beautiful beginning..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[p.s:- firstly I am extremely sorry for the delay...had been busy with my admissions..secondly...thank you soooooooooooo much for reading and following the previous parts of the story and being so encouraging,supportive and patient...I hope I don't disappoint you with the last part...if I do...I'm sorry...will try to improve and come up with something better next time...once again thank you sooooo much...God bless!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-874978021818145810?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/874978021818145810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/proposl-4.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/874978021818145810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/874978021818145810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/proposl-4.html' title='The proposal-4'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Slcs_7OjmVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmluPlrRuuY/s72-c/56459454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-5310580088309856129</id><published>2009-06-29T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:13:58.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Both of them reached the cafeteria of the college..where the rest of the gang and Riya..were busy discussing vacation plans...the moment they stepped in, all eyes turned..everybody was stunned to see Sameer..but everybody except Riya knew the reason behind this sudden makeover..and as expected Riya who was both surprised and shocked.. screamed out loud.."whats wrong with you???first the phone call and now this??"..."I'm sure something is fishy...what is it????"..."ahmmm...na..I'm mean nothing...just like that...actually..."..he tried hard but couldn't get himself to say it..."what??wait you sit...I will get you something to drink...and then tell me what's going on.."she got up and headed towards the counter..Sameer heaved a sigh of relief"whewww...its difficult guys..."he said to all his friends..just then one of them said"Listen dude...its now or never...just say it the moment she comes back..we are all there with you...don't get nervous.."..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As Riya returned with a can of juice..she saw..Sameer kneeling down..and all eyes on her full of expectations..she got confused..n said,"Now what guys????"...breaking the silence..with his eyes closed Sameer finally said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SkjL5dRZGSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7vlEFigLW28/s1600-h/proposal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SkjL5dRZGSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7vlEFigLW28/s400/proposal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352752345100392738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Riya..its been five long years since we've been friends,we've faught,we've cried,we've laughed together,I know I am an idiot..and maybe nowhere close to the perfect man of your dreams...but I promise you one thing I will always keep you happy because tears in &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;your eyes make my heart ache..I can't imagine myself without you..I don't know when and how this happened...but I realised it the day I saw u dancing with somebody else on the prom nite...I couldn't take it...it was like seeing my world in somebody Else's arms..I couldn't sleep for days together..was fighting with myself day and night to figure out..what was wrong with me..why am I feeling bad if my friend is getting close to someone...but now I know..I know its was my love for you...I don't know when you became more than a friend to me...but now life seems to be incomplete without you...when you are not around I miss you..my happiness loses its meaning when i don't share it with you..my pain becomes double when I know you are not beside me to comfort me...I Hate that deficit.. I want to be with u always..and promise to love you as long as my life permits..so ma'am[extends his hand towards her....with his eyes still closed]...can I have the pleasure of your company forever??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Riya...was speechless...she stood there motionless for two minutes..Sameer opened his eyes and smiled at her..but his smile disappeared in a second when he saw tears running down her cheeks...He got up...took a step forward towards her..there eyes met..Riya..wanted to say something..but was over powered by emotions..n as Sameer came one more step close to her...she just ran out of the cafeteria..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;everybody was confused...they were all looking at Sameer..and started moving out following Riya..But Sameer stopped everybody...and ran out himself ...to see what the matter was...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He looked for her here and there and at last found her sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree...with her head down..and with tears flowing out of her eyes...he went up to her and said..."there u are...cross country runner...[smiles..but realises soon that it was not the time to be funny]..."...she was still looking down...and did not speak a word..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sameer...went down on his knees again...wiped off her tears ...took her hand in his and said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[p.s:..firstly thank u soooooo muchhh friends for appreciating my work and being so supportive,encouraging and patient with me..this is the first time..I'm writing fiction..n i think by now seeing the length of the comments i post on ur blogs..u must have inferred that i really get carried away once i get down to write..sooo sorrryyyy for stretching this one so badly..n thank u soooo for being so patient...will definitely try to wrap it up next time...till then...to be continued:p......n i don't mind being beaten up...u can drop a few slaps along with ur comments if u want to..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank u sooooooooo much once again...all u guys are amazing...god bless]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-5310580088309856129?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5310580088309856129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal-3.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5310580088309856129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5310580088309856129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal-3.html' title='The Proposal-3'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SkjL5dRZGSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7vlEFigLW28/s72-c/proposal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3884276751217519237</id><published>2009-06-28T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:49:48.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The words of the lady motivated him..he got the boost he was looking for..not that he was confident of a "yes"..but he knew that he just had to say it to her today...come what may..immediately all doubt left him..and a smile flashed on his face..he got up enthusiastically..kissed the wrinkled hand of the lady and said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"thank u soooo much for being my guiding light and showing me the way when i was all lost..can u do me a favor..i want to meet u tomorrow morning here again..coz whatever happens today...i will need u 2morrow...if its a yes then u will be the first person 2 i want 2 share this special news with n if its no...guess i will need more of your wisdom n a stronger dose of encouragement...so will u please...???....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"off course son...i will..don't worry...my blessings are with u..I'm going to the church right now...will pray for you..n remember one thing don't go to her with any preconceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; notions..whatever u say ,say it from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ur heart.."&lt;/span&gt;..he nodded in a pleasing manner..and ran back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Quickly he took a shower...came out..opened his closet..and there he went again..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"what do i wear??" he picked out a green t-shirt with a rock band printed on it..and a pair of cargo pants.."noo...she wont like it..she hates such clothes..hmmm...then what..this blue one???naa...".."ufff...""yess!!!i know what will she like...simple and boring that she is...a blue pair of jeans n a white shirt.."..."god..love actually makes u do crazy things..if i wear that..everyone will think I've come for an interview..that's not my look...for her i will have to transform from a dude to a dud...gosh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"but that's how she has always imagined the boy of her dreams to be dressed..".."i can do that for her.."&lt;/span&gt;...he quickly called his friend and asked him to arrange for a white shirt...just then he noticed that he had not shaved his face..and was reminded..how Riya use to keep telling him to do that but he did it at his own leisure once in a week..and then in order to irritate her more he use to rub his cheeks against hers...n she is used to go"eeeeeeeew.."n run...he went into the washroom to shave his face and while shaving he was constantly smiling in front of the mirror...and was thinking how the girl he used to fight with day and night..irritate or play pranks on..became the love of his life..."life seems perfect when i have her around"..just then his cell phone rang...it was Riya...his heartbeat increased..taking a short deep breath in n out he picked up the phone.."idiot...where are you..????at least one day you could have got up early...you know i have to leave tomorrow..and we were all suppose to go out today...everybody is here in college...except u..u just come here..i will show u..."..she said..."I'm sorry yar...i will just be there"..he said in a subtle manner n disconnected the call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Riya got the shock of her life.."sorry??????and him...i guess i called up the wrong person...ufff..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just then his friend Rahul came with the white shirt...he quickly went n changed..n came out...Rahul was amazed.."you know Sameer...U've never looked so good...Riya will be surprised for sure"..."I just hope she is surprised man...n not shocked...".."It will go fine yar don't worry...chal lets rush..we are already late...else forget the proposal...she will eat you for breakfast..."both of them have a laugh...and  leave for college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;[to be continued]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3884276751217519237?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3884276751217519237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-of-lady-motivated-him.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3884276751217519237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3884276751217519237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-of-lady-motivated-him.html' title='The Proposal-2'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-7112257383199759400</id><published>2009-06-25T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:39:48.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT was 4.15 a:m...n the guy who would usually be snoring till 8.45 even though his class would be at 9...everyday...was wide awake...turning sides on the bed..so restless so confused..."what will she think?" "it will be so awkward...what if she never speaks to me after that?.." "naa...I can't do this.." "but how can I let her go without telling her what I feel..."god...she is an idiot...she should have known it...I mean why do girls need to be told everything... why can't they understand...somethings on their own..".."I'm not saying it...let it be..".."I have to...".."well maybe i should write down..."...he ripped the centre page of his notebook...n began writing...Dearest Riya.."dearest??whats wrong with me...how can i call her that...naa....[striked it with a pen]...Riya...[hmm that's better]..he thought to himself...listen i want to tell u that i think i like u...i don't know y...its  stupid...but.."but????why??"...this sounds bad...can't write it...forget it...he crumpled that paper in his hand and started walking from one corner of his room to the other...finally ..he threw himself on the bed..n said to himself.."i don't think I'm prepared..to say anything to her right now..but if i don't i will have to wait for another month..as she will be gone fr a month to her granny's place for vaccations.." "gosh...what do i do?..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm sure ma'am must be sleeping a sound sleep..n here I'm going mad coz of her....".."what do I do...?till yesterday I could have opened my mouth..and said whatever i felt like..and now its all so difficult all of a sudden.."..while he was still trying to figure out what to do..the clock struck 6..the first rays of the sun..peeped into his room..he knew he won't be able to sleep anyhow...and was feeling uneasy within those four walls of his room...with the idea of refreshing himself he decided to go out for a walk...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;after a stroll across the park..he sat down on a bench..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SkO1W-txe_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xLAd7z-kpG8/s1600-h/sad-boy-thumb255970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SkO1W-txe_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xLAd7z-kpG8/s400/sad-boy-thumb255970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351320188643015666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and began saying his thoughts aloud.."this is the first time I'm going so crazy over &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;something..i was never like that...?y??maybe i know...its coz before this whenever I had a problem I had Riya by my side to  set things right...she used to absorb all my tensions and return my smile...and today when its about her... have nobody to turn to for help.....I feel so lost without her..."..sighs.."why am i complicating things...everything was so simple earlier...".."should I risk my friendship with her..for my heart's sake..???"..he covered his face with both his hands...n sat motion less for a while...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just then an old lady...who was sitting exactly behind him on the other bench..came and sat next to him..putting her hand on his shoulder she said,"I'm sorry i just overheard the conversation u were having with yourself... I don't know if i should be interfering...but seeing u so  troubled...n confused..i just couldn't stop myself...do u think you would like to talk?"..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I don't know"..he said in an agitated manner..."u don't know????know what?that u want to talk about it or not???or that u should tell her that u  love her??"..he stared at the lady for 2 minutes..n said"how easily u said it...wish it was that easy...I don't even know if I should be doing it..at all...."..a sudden smile appeared on the lady's face..n she said"what are you scared of...a NO??..".."nooo...its not that...but what if I lose her friendship as well..it will never be the same again.."...he quickly responded...becoming more soft in her tone she said "u thought of it this way..but did u ever think that if u won't say it..you lose the chance of making her stay in your life forever..one day without her and u r miserable..do you want to remain that ways forever..i know things might get awkward..if it doesn't function the way you expect it to..but then she is Ur friend she will understand..n I know u will make it easy for her...but if u don't say it u lose the battle before fighting it...don't let that happen son..go tell her.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be continued]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-7112257383199759400?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7112257383199759400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal-1.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7112257383199759400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/7112257383199759400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal-1.html' title='The Proposal-1'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SkO1W-txe_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xLAd7z-kpG8/s72-c/sad-boy-thumb255970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-98591462956072894</id><published>2009-06-19T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:30:30.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we listen to it..why doesn't it listen to us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It loves whom it wants to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never seeks permission from u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It makes pain a paying guest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and makes you forget the rest..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It locks up its favourite memory&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and never gives us the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It fills its rooms with ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;forces you to walk around with a smile that's fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It rules our lives n plays the most important part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes you made the right guess..I'm talking about our heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It makes most of us its bonded slaves &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n shows us hell when it begins to crave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It makes us weak..it makes us cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still people say listen to it.. I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjuDyPCd-XI/AAAAAAAAADw/odp9Imd_wd4/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjuDyPCd-XI/AAAAAAAAADw/odp9Imd_wd4/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349013881486178674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s:I myself think that you should follow your heart..its painful...but it leaves u with less regrets..heart ache is inevitable at times...but then pain makes you feel alive..these lines are just to highlight the dilemma of people who listen to their heart..n lose control over it...even at times when they shouldn't...when their soft side takes over them and they invite pain themselves..and feel shattered and helpless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-98591462956072894?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/98591462956072894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-we-listen-to-itwhy-doesnt-it.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/98591462956072894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/98591462956072894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-we-listen-to-itwhy-doesnt-it.html' title='When we listen to it..why doesn&apos;t it listen to us?'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjuDyPCd-XI/AAAAAAAAADw/odp9Imd_wd4/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-5189537116342741250</id><published>2009-06-16T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:34:41.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry....feel it..say it...mean it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjeOuZCst6I/AAAAAAAAADo/vgqXcdZ9mxY/s1600-h/sorry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjeOuZCst6I/AAAAAAAAADo/vgqXcdZ9mxY/s400/sorry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347900010173085602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SORRY"...a five letter word that we all commonly  use to express our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repentance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; over a mistake...its a simple way of conveying our  disappointment n sorrow over something wrong that we did...then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; its for pushing somebody in a crowded bus...for displacing anger on someone unnecessarily..or..for making somebody wait..what i just mentioned were a few incidences from our day to day life...may sound trivial but are more than enough to ruin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; day and can have several other repercussions depending on the situation...but then you just possibly cant avoid it or help it at times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; nobody is perfect and sadly neither life is..so then this small word...spoken in a gentle manner enables us to provide a little comfort to the person we offended..and at the same time exhibits our sense of realisation...but is it all that easy and simple always?...NO!.because a 'sorry' is easily acceptable when you break a vase at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; place...but is the same 'sorry'..that acceptable...when we break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; trust??we hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; arm while getting onto a  train...say sorry n get away with it...but if we hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; feelings...n say a 'sorry'...is that enough????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not saying that realising your mistake,being apologetic n saying sorry is wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel it takes a lot of courage and strength of character to admit that you are wrong...and to ask for forgiveness...and not everybody can do it either...but some people have started using this word to their advantage...as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to do anything n get away with it by saying "sorry"...they utter this word..without any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genuineness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and go ahead and create replicas of their past mistakes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry means we regret what happened or what we did...we all make mistakes ..its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...nor can we assure someone of a perfect behaviour in future...but the least we can do is learn from our mistakes...n try not to repeat them ...only then an apology...a 'sorry' is worthwhile...so if u make mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; make new ones...[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; no intention of conveying that do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; variety is the spice of life...]...its just that when people cease to learn from their mistakes... they start getting numb to whatever happens around them...to the extent that they become insensitive towards the pain and suffering of others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and when somebody attains that level..then his/her soul dies..only the body lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A heartfelt apology is like a painkiller...it may not help us recover the wound...but it definitely gives relief..!There are so many times we all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; in life but its not in our hands to undo things always..we possibly can't turn back time..we can't eat our words..we can't possibly change the way we made someone feel at some point or the other...and when we can't rectify..we can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; pacify..and allow words to soothe and heal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when u know u r wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't let your ego hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;allow Ur conscience to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't think Ur weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;walk that extra mile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to return some body's smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;an apology won't make u small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;its a weapon of the strong after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't u worry.. it won't go in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in fact it will convey that u feel other's pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so if u realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't take time to apologise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEEL IT?SAY IT....MEAN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-5189537116342741250?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5189537116342741250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorryfeel-itsay-itmean-it.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5189537116342741250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/5189537116342741250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorryfeel-itsay-itmean-it.html' title='Sorry....feel it..say it...mean it!'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjeOuZCst6I/AAAAAAAAADo/vgqXcdZ9mxY/s72-c/sorry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-382223939633333047</id><published>2009-06-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:44:18.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww B@byyyy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjEWh8xhC_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Ar3ZyqJxbg/s1600-h/395331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjEWh8xhC_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Ar3ZyqJxbg/s400/395331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079005170797554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Angelic eyes that reflect innocence..cute,red plump cheeks..that everyone wants to pull..a smile that can make u forget all your sorrows in a second..that's the aura of a child...a baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;this little soul..is so pure...so beautiful...untouched by hatred,unaware of the bitter realities of life and ignorant of the world of superficiality,selfishness n shallowness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you know why children r special...n why do we say that god resides in the heart of a child...because that's the only place where love and peace exists..it has no place for anger,jealousy,prejudices or for that matter any such element that takes man away from man...and its this inner beauty that makes every child so beautiful and adorable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjEXH9K21lI/AAAAAAAAADY/5to9wt0f-vE/s1600-h/cute-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjEXH9K21lI/AAAAAAAAADY/5to9wt0f-vE/s400/cute-baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079658112112210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hold a little baby in your arms...n u will never want to put it down...see him balancing his little body on his tiny legs taking those first few steps...n it will sweep u off your feet..a tear in his eyes...and pain in your heart...his naughty smile n a delightful chuckle...makes u think life is perfect..the way his little fingers reaches out fr your hand...the way he clings on to you for support n u feel like sheltering him and giving him the world's security...that's the bliss u experience...when u have these little angels of God around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't know ...i just love babies...n completely adore them...they have the ability to arrest my attention in a crowd of hundred...i feel like holding them,playing with them...or can spend hours together just observing them when they are all happy n merry in their own little world...and then typically i end up saying..."awwwww...choooo chweeeeett...."...which i know is a very common expression...especially amongst people who are fascinated by kids...but then that's how it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know this writeup doesn't make much sense..sorry for that...its just that i met a really cute...baby two days back...and was constantly remembering him so that's what made me write this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So I will end it write here with a very sweet quote that i had read somewhere, it said-"A baby makes love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjEXgLKW43I/AAAAAAAAADg/UFfQWfl2aL8/s1600-h/32761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjEXgLKW43I/AAAAAAAAADg/UFfQWfl2aL8/s400/32761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346080074184975218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-382223939633333047?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/382223939633333047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/awwww-bbyyyy.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/382223939633333047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/382223939633333047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/awwww-bbyyyy.html' title='Awwww B@byyyy.....'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SjEWh8xhC_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Ar3ZyqJxbg/s72-c/395331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-3002046416552085265</id><published>2009-06-08T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:57:59.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From dusk to dawn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Si0GfOyWVLI/AAAAAAAAACg/SP7SMaWMFhE/s1600-h/71080042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Si0GfOyWVLI/AAAAAAAAACg/SP7SMaWMFhE/s400/71080042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344935466373633202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It was 5.45 p:m...it appeared as the evening sky was painted in shades of pink,yellow,orange and violet by the  strokes of a paint brush...a cool breeze was blowing..flowers were closing their petals...the daylight was getting dim.. ..it was nature's way of bidding a daily farewell to the sun...yesssss....it was the time for the sun to set...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I opened the door of my balcony...sat on the chair outside...n gazed at the sky..it was all so beautiful,radiant,bright yet cool...slowly n slowly the sun was descending...it was as if with each minute it was moving one more step close to darkness..I have often heard people saying that on should never look at the setting sun..for some its a bad omen,others consider it unlucky...and a few others think it signifies the end of something....I was just wondering why do people have to connect something so beautiful...to a misfortune?...Why can't they sit back and admire the beauty of god's portrait.. so wonderful so serene..&lt;br /&gt;...In a short while...even the tinniest rays of the sun faded away..as if somebody had covered that canvass of god with a dark grayish black cloth..once it was all dark I came inside..and just then it occurred to me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"yes darkness does eat away light everyday..but even if we shut our eyes to it..it will still happen that way..nothing is going to change... and its this darkness, that we all our so scared of..that gives meaning to light..if we notice..even the slightest ray of light shines brightly against a dark background...but the same ray loses its identity when its all bright and illuminated..light emerges out of darkness...day is born out of the night...the end itself is symbolic of a new beginning...these are the hues of life..sometimes dull sometimes bright.. if we don't experience the wrong will we ever know whats right????.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So let the sun set...if  you want a new day to come...and remember the darkest night leads to the brightest day...if we want to salute the rising sun..we need to be strong enough to wave good bye to the setting sun with a smile..in the hope of a better tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-3002046416552085265?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3002046416552085265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-dusk-to-dawn.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3002046416552085265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/3002046416552085265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-dusk-to-dawn.html' title='From dusk to dawn....'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/Si0GfOyWVLI/AAAAAAAAACg/SP7SMaWMFhE/s72-c/71080042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142813529662973997.post-4746272029225230814</id><published>2009-06-03T03:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:24:57.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of a new journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiZO4ZJDDWI/AAAAAAAAABg/EV4Zg1IlnzI/s1600-h/MKLL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiZO4ZJDDWI/AAAAAAAAABg/EV4Zg1IlnzI/s400/MKLL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343044738650148194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Today..I'm all set to enter the big blog world..actually on second thoughts not all that set..honestly a little scared,a little skeptical,and a lot in self doubt..because now I will be shaping my thoughts into words..and those words won't be on the pages of my diary but here..where if I'm lucky people will come and read what I have to say..for all you mind blowing expert bloggers and writers it may not be a big deal at all...but for me it really is...I've spent 21 years of my life...without sharing my inside with anybody...initially nobody cared enough to listen and by the time someone actually did..I had lost the ability to open up..not that I'm complaining..I have beautiful souls around me for which I'm extremely grateful to God..Its just that I don't think what I feel or say is important and honestly I do have a lot of trash filled up inside...which I'm trying to clear up..hope it happens soon...for now I'm making an effort to pour my heart and mind into words..to pen down what I feel..I don't possess..the talent of being able to use dramatic phrases or elaborate language..you see  the writing skills are in the process of development..so my expression might be very simple..I have been writing earlier...but except a few poems nothing exactly from beginning to the end..just open lines here and there..in my diary..and blogging was something I couldn't have even dreamt of in my wildest imagination..and today if I have a blog and the courage to write here, its only because of one of my best friend whom I met online on orkut some time ago..to be precise 21st September 2007..He is the sole reason I'm here today...he was the one who thought I could write...he inspired me...gave me the courage to believe in myself..to begin a blog..in fact I din't even know how to make one...he took out the time to make one for me..and gave me the instructions to go about it while we were chatting...and I won't be exaggerating it one bit if I say that I must have asked him hundreds of lame questions..but he was very kind enough to answer them all patiently...Ufff...just look at me...I'm going on and on about him but forgot to disclose his identity only..for me he is stibumama and for the members of the blog world..The Solitary Writer..and now that I have revealed the name I don't think I need to introduce him any further...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Best friend...i owe a lot to you...thank you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhh for encouraging me,inspiring me..giving me the confidence to write,for believing in me...and for all your help,time,patience,support and most importantly for being the wonderful friend that you are...I just don't have words to express my gratitude..Thank you sooooo muchh...I will try my level best to not let you down...and if I can...I wish I make u proud someday...Thanks a ton!This could have just not been possible without you!I'm really blessed to have a friend like you![STATUTORY WARNING:I will be eating a lot of your head in the upcoming days...be prepared..coz  you know I'm dumb..] &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;There is another person I need to thank and that is"miss pink orchid"..another awesome blogger...again needs no introduction..Thank you sooooooooo much dear..You haven't even read my works still you joined in..its really encouraging and means a lot to me...I hope I don't disappoint u...thank u soooo much!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I extend a very warm welcome to all those readers who take out their precious time to visit my blog...thank you soooooooooo much in advance I hope my words can bind you if not then at least your feedback will enable me to improve...looking forward to a nice learning and sharing experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8142813529662973997-4746272029225230814?l=xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4746272029225230814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/beginning-of-new-journey.html#comment-form' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/4746272029225230814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8142813529662973997/posts/default/4746272029225230814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/beginning-of-new-journey.html' title='Beginning of a new journey...'/><author><name>parzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04597829050124000681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiNpR4EPhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJO-PLtEaK8/S220/sb10069564b-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0CoAz3EgCU/SiZO4ZJDDWI/AAAAAAAAABg/EV4Zg1IlnzI/s72-c/MKLL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry></feed>
