<?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-6475161791925423556</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:06:20.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Strom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-8911676193294903832</id><published>2010-12-21T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:11:17.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about "NOTHING"</title><content type='html'>I have done this several times when i am utterly frustrated or just too calm or just too messed up in a troubleshooting that is going nowhere, I will start thinking something when my roomie will shake me up and ask. "What are you thinking?”? My answer will be "Nothing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started wondering today that why is that I think "nothing”? There are so many issues in and around me that needs dire attention like my laundry or global warming but still I am not thinking about them. What’s wrong with me or is it something that happens with everyone. How would I know never shared this thing with anyone :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started analyzing the times when I thought about "Nothing" and I reached a conclusion that Whenever I want my mind to wander in a blissful state when either something is going wrong or nothing is happening around me  I start thinking about it  and this "Nothing" is not completely empty, It has all my thought's jumbled up in a big  mess and I start thinking about second topic before I can finish the first one , The topics at that point range from filling my timesheet to Why Alice could see figures in cloud's and I can't ? My wishful thinking at that moment takes 1000 wings and wants to fly away where ever I want and that’s one of the reasons that when someone asks me what were you thinking I have the answer "Nothing". As even i am not sure that those thought's can be put in word's or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started writing my first blog on Wipro Portal , I had "NOTHING" in my mind .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-8911676193294903832?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/8911676193294903832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-about-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/8911676193294903832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/8911676193294903832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-about-nothing.html' title='Thinking about &quot;NOTHING&quot;'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-589467348662737372</id><published>2010-11-29T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:50:23.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamic's in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life is changing fast and being a Taurus i am not a big fan of changes or the changes which are not in my favour. However, In life there are few changes on which we don't have any control what so ever  and you would have to live with it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am on my another shortest possible trip to my hometown and as usual the frenzy of meeting of all my relatives is driving me crazy in a good way . The food is great the love that i get from them is priceless and the way they treat me like a kid still amazes me, i am a female of 5'8 for god sake .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was in school and come to this place which is nearly 2 hour's away from kolkata and you have to either take a bus or local train , i prefer locals any day over buses.This place is called Basirhat this place happens to be my mom's mother place ( birth place ) . Her home is a joint family however everybody has their their home in one boundary. So when i used to enter this place it was so lively with people buzzing all the places servent's running every where and kid's playing or just creating noise and all the females of the house either cooking or gossipping and i had to spend so much time downstair's that by the  time i reached my nani i was tired, that was several years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i came down this time everything looked same from outside but when i entered the gate of the grand home i was shocked by the silent greeting that i got from the walls around me and the the hearts of people that had grown cold with time for some reason. The elder's of family are left behind due to family issues between 2 brother's. 2 cousin sister not talking with each other when they live in the same building ,it was  very starnge for me to look at the home like this where once the heart's were so warm that it could have melt an icecream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a depressing house now , People want to get out of here and never come back . i don't blame those people who would want to live in a place where a dad beat's up his wife and the daughter's , and one of the daughter takes nerves medicine so that she can sleep while all this happens in house and later she is diagnosed with nerve diesease, i would definitely not want to live in such place . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad that how everything is changing. i wish globalwarming could warm up the hearts of people also and everything could go back to what it was like once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh.. My wishful thinking.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-589467348662737372?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/589467348662737372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/11/dynamics-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/589467348662737372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/589467348662737372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/11/dynamics-in-life.html' title='Dynamic&apos;s in Life'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-5786658567900738389</id><published>2010-05-31T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:26:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched Rain</title><content type='html'>I have always loved rain as a kid,it was my dream to learn swimming in flood and i had told my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;babai&lt;/span&gt; the same thing and he laughed like a hyena rolling on floor, that was an embarrassing idea i had but anyways that's long ago when i was in first standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am like any other girl and when my feet is pedicured i don't like to dirty it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today GOD had some different plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; after 3 long week of contemplating decided that today is the day to shop so around 4:45 pm we left for MG road. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sreeparna&lt;/span&gt; complained even before getting out of the house"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; it's so sunny outside and it's nearing 5 in evening doesn't look like though"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her let's go shopping and be crazy :-D the wise me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for the bus and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sreeparna&lt;/span&gt; started complaining of headache due to sunshine and i had to provide shade for her with my height ( She is Sweet at times ),We finally got a tum tum ( a rickshaw kind of thing that normally fit's in 4 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; ) and we decided that we will go to cooperation and from there we will catch another bus that will take us to MG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we sat in tum tum we loved the cool breeze blowing all around us and by the time we reached cooperation it was pouring and i was in shocked state of happiness and craziness and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sreeparna&lt;/span&gt; was thinking way to get us in MG and i was thinking way's to get that tum tum guy to return to our place. Both of us did what any sane person would do , We got out in the rain and with in 2 seconds we were drenched, We took shelter below some one's stair's with 15 other people there.&lt;br /&gt;We gathered some courage and got out in rain search for a Bus / Auto / Anything that will take us back to house,we said sandal shopping can wait but we need to get back, So we took shelter against a " CLOUD BURST " in a bus stop shed and it was pouring from all sides and there our mind played a nice trick and both disillusioned girl's decided to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; D in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aundh&lt;/span&gt; . We abducted an Auto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; and made him take us to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; D , Where the juicy burger's were waiting for both of us. At that point of time i felt like i am in movie " Harold and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt; go to white Castle " . We got there and ordered our items and i specifically asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; D guys if drenched people are allowed to sit inside, He just grinned :-D.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered 2 Chicken &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; Grill,1 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; Veggie ,1 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aloo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tikki&lt;/span&gt;, 1 medium french fry, 1 potato wedges, and 2 hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cappachino&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a bliss to have all those stuff as we both were hungry,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sreeparna&lt;/span&gt; with her dipping clothes made a nice water park around her :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From there we went gift shopping and Sree gifted me a nice diary and from there we took another Auto and came back to our place and had Nice filling and aromatic Apple pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We both are always hungry When it's good food .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-5786658567900738389?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/5786658567900738389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/05/drenched-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/5786658567900738389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/5786658567900738389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/05/drenched-rain.html' title='Drenched Rain'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-5257748811993269980</id><published>2010-05-21T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:44:08.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGES</title><content type='html'>Someone once said&lt;br /&gt;" CHANGE IS ESSENCE OF LIFE "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was right and he had a foresight better than any of us.&lt;br /&gt;In  the span of my career in IT i have seen people changing more than the policies and that baffles me .&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl who is bad in politics and worse in diplomacy :-(&lt;br /&gt;I tried to learn these traits and failed with flying colors, Though i have seen people who have done this with so aplomb as if this was their forte.&lt;br /&gt;When i see people around me change so fast i feel i never knew them really.&lt;br /&gt;Convenience is something that they were looking for and when they got that they modified themselves to fulfil the needs. " Survival of the fittest " this quote by Charles Darwin holds so much worth in today's life . He would had been amazed to know that what he said for species in paleolithic age holds true in 21st century also.&lt;br /&gt;But i am trying to find an answer to a question which is unanswered for me :&lt;br /&gt;IS CHANGING IN A NEGATIVE WAY IS NECESSARY ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-5257748811993269980?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/5257748811993269980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/5257748811993269980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/5257748811993269980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html' title='CHANGES'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-596948274935951350</id><published>2009-12-06T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:33:59.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>I love you because you make me happyI love you because you make me feel safe and secureI love your smileI love the way you say my nameI love the look in your eyes when you tell me you love meAnd how you laugh at me when I do something stupid, when others would putme down.I love the fact that when I'm around you I can be myself and not worryabout what you may think of me, because I know you love me for who I am. No matter what my faults may be.I love being able to wake up with you by my side... It makes my daysbetterAt night I love watching you sleep, hearing you take each breath, andfeeling your heart beat with the palm of my hand... reality hits that youare not a dream YOU ARE MINE.I love the way you wrap your arms around me and hold me really tight, likethere is no tomorrowAnd I love the way I feel when your lips barely touch mine for a kiss, thelove and emotions that go through me at that moment are unexplainable.I love your laughI love hearing your voiceI love that you get along with my family and friend, no matter how muchyou dislike them, or who they are.And hearing you tell me your stories, you could tell them to me a thousandtimes, and I will never get tired of them, because they are a part of you.But the main reason I love you is because.....You are you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-596948274935951350?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/596948274935951350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/596948274935951350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/596948274935951350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-1177170272843114888</id><published>2009-07-31T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:51:47.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip To Lonavala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well well i am sure that people who have lived in Pune will go to Lonavala atleast once in their stay here,thats the custom i guess :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what :-) i completed one year in Pune by going to Lonavala. it was a fun trip for me. We went on bike so there was no protection what so ever from the wind,dust and small small flying objects which inevitably found their way in my eyes and mouth( i swallowed one of them yuukkss!!!! ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We started out journey at 1800 hours from where i stay praying to god that "PLEASE DONT RAIN" , This trip was not at all about sightseeing it was more about being on bike :-D  and ya how can i forget the Rs 4 tea in Lonavala. So in short we went to have tea in Lonavala. That was out aim while going there. Our avg speed was 60 km/h and we  had to stop for a Sutta Break(Smoke Break) as my partner in crime needed it . The person whom i went with is the confident and safest biker . While going through the old highway there were three things which stuck me most. First  being the countryside around me it was beautiful. I have almost visited all the hill stations in northern India so small cliffs now dont entice me so much but i was awestuck by the sights i saw in a cloudy evening. Lets come to the second thing it has to be the no. housing societies out in nowhere which made me realise that in next 10 years the countryside that i saw will be milling with crowd and the greenry thats there now if not maintained will  be lost. Last and the final, I asked my partner in crime why there are so many heavy vehicle on old highway when they have the pleasure of using the new express highway. The answer that was given to me was "CHEAP" ok what i mean here is, the toll is cheaper than express highway. Now that proves The point of Russell Peters that "INDIANS ARE CHEAP"(&lt;strong&gt;No offence intended towards anyone&lt;/strong&gt;) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We reached Lonavala by 2000 hrs and had the famous " Tea " :-) which was no doubt refreshing and Lonavala in famous for its Chikkis so i got some from there and half of it was finished on the way only it was soo good. We left Lonavala around 2030 hrs and it was drizzling at that moment and guess what by the time we reached the starting of the Lonavala it was pouring and we were wet so we experienced the famous ghat rain too. We had to stop at first toll bridge for fifteen minutes so that we can talk to our Moms and get saved from the warth of raingod. From there we started our journey back and TRUST ME we completed the journey in less than 40 mins,we had an average speed of 80 km/hr and we were speechless and  and i enjoyed that ride. HAve you ever felt the thrill of passing between two vehicles on a decent speed of 70 , i felt it and it was an awsm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the time we reached home we had mud pack on our face and our hair was entangled with fine dust bu the feeling in my heart my something that i just cant comprehend in words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-1177170272843114888?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/1177170272843114888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-trip-to-lonavala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/1177170272843114888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/1177170272843114888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-trip-to-lonavala.html' title='My Trip To Lonavala'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-2178585832285040616</id><published>2009-07-27T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:37:09.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!*! Body Art !*!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/Sm4P2W_LufI/AAAAAAAAABo/LBO90SNqGRI/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363241632802781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/Sm4P2W_LufI/AAAAAAAAABo/LBO90SNqGRI/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/Sm4N7dmUCtI/AAAAAAAAABg/zDJiJy4fSGA/s1600-h/250px-caribicbauch02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363239521453607634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/Sm4N7dmUCtI/AAAAAAAAABg/zDJiJy4fSGA/s320/250px-caribicbauch02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body Art is the most ancient form of art which existed even before the human species learned to cover the body with animal skin or better Leaves ;-) . They used to paint there body with colours which they extracted from leaves or made from different natural things around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another form of art was that of piercing the body with different sharp materials and keeping them pierced for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some tribal community the chief of the tribe is recognised by the number of piercing the person has done throughout the years and this ritual is going on for centuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing to see how body art has evolved from being an obligation to fashion statement in recent times. 95% of people in India alone has some or other body art on them it can be a simple ear piercing and can be a tattoo anywhere in body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier centuries women used to do piercing so that they can look beautiful by wearing those enormous stones/gems. Looks like we have followed that tradition beautifully over the centuries ,and no doubt we have taken the legacy ahead by not only making it more beautiful but appealing in our own way .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a girl does Navel piercing it is considered to be attractive and when a boy goes for eyebrow piercing forgetting the fear of pain inevitably he gets the tag of cool dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember my personal experience when i went for navel piercing , i had mixed emotions of fear and excitement and once the piercing was done i was on seventh heaven :-D may be eighth , seriously i don't remember i just knew that i have done something that will be with me , my secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same goes for the tattoos they are with us for centuries and this concept of tattoo have been used in movies and the latest trend being the person whom you love you have the name tattooed on your hand and several other things .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piercings are in a way permanent on your body but the best part about tattoos is that they can be temporaray also and seriously i wont mind getting one myself one day which will be permanent :-P .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now i have had many temporary ones ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-2178585832285040616?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/2178585832285040616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-art_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/2178585832285040616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/2178585832285040616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-art_27.html' title='!*! Body Art !*!'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/Sm4P2W_LufI/AAAAAAAAABo/LBO90SNqGRI/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-5332150853756887989</id><published>2009-06-26T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:48:34.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IrR!T@t!ng Pe0pLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think you all must have come across some or other people in your daily life or office or just on road when you are walking doing things which enrages you to no limit and at that very moment your adrenaline is SO high that you can do anything to to tame them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I have such people in office where i spend more than 12 hours in a day with these dreadful pathetic species. They know no limits for their Dirty / Pathetic / Poor jokes and can go on doing stuffs which to sane people looks BAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I have worked in Wipro BPO for 2 years and enjoyed that experience before moving to WT ( in simple words becoming a more sophisticated girl/lady and a big bore also :-P) When i moved to WT i was a bit apprehensive to peoples reaction in WT because i had a notion that in WT people are big snob and snooty but when i met "WT GUYS" They were nice to me. In my project i met this TL who commented on how unprofessional "WE" are ( Here we refers to people who have transffered from BPO to WT ) at that very moment he was the biggest cribbest and the monsterous person for me however now when i look back and analyze why that comment was made i can understand because WT is a place of Very sophisticated,Well educated( half of it is in papers only ) and silent people and when we made noise or were boisterous they thought that its just luck that brought us here with no hardwork what so ever..When i look now around me i know why that TL made that comment because i am sure that in a silent room when you are trying to concentrate over something and suddenly you find a guy giving out throaty laugh with no heart in it.. it sounds like 100 steel vassels falling at same time.. ITS irrriiitating!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;See thats just a small example i can give out probably 100 of these kinds .. and i go through these things daily ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;But you know what helps me cope up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Its the faith in GOD that someday we will have ample amount of Feviquick in our project that we can seal their mouths ance and for ALL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-5332150853756887989?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-7944878544108160136</id><published>2009-06-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:40:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the way you cut your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate the way you drive my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate it when you stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the way you read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate you so much that it makes me sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It even makes me ryhme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate it when you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even worse when you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the fact that you didn't call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-7944878544108160136?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/7944878544108160136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/7944878544108160136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/7944878544108160136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-8395187274931859410</id><published>2009-06-03T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:30:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Jealousy is an &lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt; and typically refers to the negative &lt;a title="Thought" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thought"&gt;thoughts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Feeling" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feeling"&gt;feelings&lt;/a&gt; of insecurity, fear, and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something that the person values, such as a relationship, friendship, or love. This is the dictionary meaning of the word lets come to a bit more practical world and discuss this thing..&lt;br /&gt; Ever felt this feeling when someone did something exceptionally good and you knew that you could have done the same thing in better way or for that matter when that special person in your life goes on talking or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smsing&lt;/span&gt; someone when you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one feeling that not even GOD could not avoid... Perfect example will be our very own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MAHABHARAT&lt;/span&gt;… Where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Duryodhan&lt;/span&gt; was jealous just because he could not get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Draupadi&lt;/span&gt; J  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;... I know its mythology but this puts up a nice example for a strong feeling like this which is just so difficult to understand or to put in words. Most of the time we are jealous of someone whom we know don’t know at all... Because that creates fear in our mind as we are not aware of the strengths and weakness of the other person and any one of us who would not be jealous will be termed as “OVER CONFIDENT” over one self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is often a feeling that generates a lot of anger which is always negative and is of no good use. When you are jealous you just don’t care about what your dear ones feel. This is bad as you hurt them just because you are not feeling good about someone or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers or People who are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;louuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt; often feel jealous of the closest friend of their love as they seem to be more close to them.&lt;br /&gt;This just hampers the relation that you share with that one special person. So don’t be Jealous as it brings you nothing good but just all negative and bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question for all people who would read this:&lt;br /&gt;Why is green associated with jealousy? (I thought a lot could not get any answer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-8395187274931859410?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/8395187274931859410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/06/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/8395187274931859410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/8395187274931859410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/06/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-4757494228935148525</id><published>2009-05-19T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:24:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe</title><content type='html'>We all must have asked this question to ourselves"what is love?"Dont know about you but i have asked this question countless times  and got no answer. When you fall in love you dont fall in that "TRAP ;-) " because you WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;Lets take some scenarios :&lt;br /&gt;.. You just see the person and MAY BE you can have love at first sight or as you interact with the person you fall in love in slowly and gradually. oNe day comes when you just realise how much you love that person who always remains there in all the phases. you propose and  the person says that magical word "YES" . yoU GET WHAT YOU WANT .... HAPPY ENDING .. RARE SCENARIOS&lt;br /&gt;LETS TAKE A COMMON SCENARIOS....&lt;br /&gt;You meet  a person and you hate the person from the first look and think that he is the biggest playboy you would find around. YOU IGNORE the person..BUt not for very long some how you people talk and thats how everythings begins.. MIND IT .. YOU STILL "dislike the person" but not HATE now... Even when you dislike  the person you like sharing things which you would not even share with anyone else..You start doing things together. Now he is your  "CASUAL FRIEND" .Then one day you decide to go out  its that day when you realise how deeply you feel for that person... its then that the DEVILS welcome you to that ditch which is so deep that you cannot find an end to it...You fall head over heels now... for the first time becoming serious in a relation.you express your feelings its then  that you get a stab that the person whom you have started feeling feels for some one else and you .. YOU ARE JUST A FRIEND nothing more.. You think fine i wont fall in this ditch and this is nothing more than infatuation .. YOU WOULD GET OVER IT.. you think that once and thats it... and it would be finished.. BUT NO.. you just cant get over your feellings.. your feelings makes you so weak that you lose your everything over it .. when i say everything i mean it your peace,sleep everything .. One day you fight with that "MOST IMPORTANT PERSON" you become so hurt that you decide its better if you end your life .. you break up everything that you have with that person.. Now the other person who understands very well what feelings you have for him tries to console you but you are one adament fool and want to do what you want.. from here on there are 2 endings that you can choose (choice is yours)&lt;br /&gt;1. You finish off your life and you finish everything that existed .&lt;br /&gt;2. You live but with this hope that someday the person whom you love so much that you want to live for that person rather than die will understand and your life will change over night and you wil became the happiest person rather than cribbiest hee hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;This story can go on .. many of you can finish the story your way .. i didnt wish to bore anyone so this is it...&lt;br /&gt;I find that if people have reason for loving some one its a selfish love ... love without reason .. love all the bad things the other person has ....and most of all....&lt;br /&gt;A PERSON WHO IS NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND CAN NEVER BE A GOOD LIFE PARTNER BUT A BEST FRIEND CAN BE THE BEST LIFE PARTNER...&lt;br /&gt;SO BEFORE ANYTHING BE THAT FRIEND IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-4757494228935148525?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/4757494228935148525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/4757494228935148525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/4757494228935148525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='LoVe'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-8938950337326860851</id><published>2009-05-18T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:46:52.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W!nD$</title><content type='html'>Winds that fly, way too high&lt;br /&gt;Like some dreams unfulfilled&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl who goes from palace to field&lt;br /&gt;People think how she is..&lt;br /&gt;Question remains what she is&lt;br /&gt;She moves in air. With  a feeling of despair&lt;br /&gt;People who oogle thinks she is an awsm stare&lt;br /&gt;In her heart she thinks cant she be invisible&lt;br /&gt;So  that she cannot be answerable…&lt;br /&gt;Wind can only be felt and not seen&lt;br /&gt;Hope she could be the same&lt;br /&gt;So the she could make people feel what she carries in her heart&lt;br /&gt;Rather than they guessing what she is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-8938950337326860851?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/8938950337326860851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/05/wnd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/8938950337326860851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/8938950337326860851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/05/wnd.html' title='W!nD$'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475161791925423556.post-1365419615430791875</id><published>2009-05-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:11:56.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Storm</title><content type='html'>My Feelings just Blow like summer storm&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me withered and torn&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream and cry&lt;br /&gt;I want to give up and not Try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want blood to gush out of me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me pale and forlorn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so easy for Him to say&lt;br /&gt;For get all ..&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do that&lt;br /&gt;Forget you and your memories&lt;br /&gt;Kill you from me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you out of my self..&lt;br /&gt;Set you free..&lt;br /&gt;Like you want..&lt;br /&gt;Go away from you …&lt;br /&gt;Like never before…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS it so easy ??&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself in this lonely night..&lt;br /&gt;My heart says..&lt;br /&gt;His memories will remain with you ..&lt;br /&gt;Till you live and after you die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475161791925423556-1365419615430791875?l=sreyalady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/feeds/1365419615430791875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-strom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/1365419615430791875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475161791925423556/posts/default/1365419615430791875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreyalady.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-strom.html' title='Summer Storm'/><author><name>Sreya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191991224599084191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XA3wJd8rgLA/ShG4rPor2cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rcXh0rdH5cs/S220/01052009018-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
