<?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-3844429342423047054</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:20:06.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensive Notes...</title><subtitle type='html'>Humour...Explore...Question...Learn...Life and its Idiosyncrasies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-107292616680489396</id><published>2008-08-31T11:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:39:56.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Madness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The shock of lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike the midnight skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolts at a distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring mania to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silhouettes in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a place I do not recognize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They whisper about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a fear paralyzed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take this picture off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel them closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to consume me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No power to resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This potent energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes opened wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see familiar things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! What a relief!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-107292616680489396?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/107292616680489396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=107292616680489396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/107292616680489396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/107292616680489396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2008/08/midnight-madness.html' title='Midnight Madness...'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-4694366428846320605</id><published>2008-06-29T18:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:52:37.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21.06.08 – The longest day</title><content type='html'>Although I look forward to every holiday I take, I never know what to expect from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to take a scheduled morning flight from Geneva to Edinburgh and then meant to drive leisurely back home. &lt;br /&gt;Such a thing never happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21.06.08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;06.30 am&lt;/em&gt; – The alarm blares into my ears. A rude wake up call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;08.00 am&lt;/em&gt; – Ready for a cold breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;08.30 am&lt;/em&gt; – Checked out of the hotel and ready to head back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;09.00 am&lt;/em&gt; – Checked in at the airport desk of Easy Jet. (A cheap way to fly in Europe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.30 am &lt;/em&gt;- Boarded the flight due to depart at 10.45 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.50 am &lt;/em&gt;– Still waiting to depart. The engine seems to make funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.15 am&lt;/em&gt;- The pilot announces that the engine check shows an error and he needs to call the ground staff for further inquiry. In the meantime we are supposed to sit back in the aircraft till further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12.15 pm&lt;/em&gt; – The pilot announces that the one of the engines of the aircraft has failed and we will have to go back to the terminal building till they sort out what can be done. (Thank God they realized this major problem before the flight took off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.00 pm&lt;/em&gt;- Passengers are still wondering whether no news is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.30 pm&lt;/em&gt;- Food and snacks vouchers are distributed to all passengers, and we r asked to inquire again at 20.00 pm in the night for further notice. Nobody has a clue as to what went wrong but the only thing we are assured that the flight will take off  and we should not leave the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18.00 pm&lt;/em&gt;- Still frantically waiting for further notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18.30 pm&lt;/em&gt;- We are told that our flight will depart at 21.30 pm. I was reminded of Tom Hanks in the movie ‘terminal’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21.20 pm&lt;/em&gt;- we have still not boarded the flight. This time there is a problem with the air conditioning unit of the aircraft and our departure is delayed to 22.10 pm. There are some agitated passengers and some really cranky children around! &lt;br /&gt;Also ours was one of the last flights to take off since the Geneva airport shuts down at night!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22.15 pm&lt;/em&gt;- Finally..Finally…we are ready for take off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21.06.08 ( British Standard Time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23.30 pm&lt;/em&gt;- Landed safely at Edinburgh Airport. Judging by the airport staff and the number of passengers I believe that ours was one of the last flights to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;( Never realized that airports shut down at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;00.0 am&lt;/em&gt;- Collected the luggage, and made our way to the car park. It is raining cats and dogs in Edinburgh and I have yet to fill petrol in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;00.45 am&lt;/em&gt; – The roads are very unfamiliar, it is pitch dark and the weather is as crazy as it can be. My  Sat Nav shows 175 miles back home and I was tired already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;01.45 am&lt;/em&gt;- Luckily I could count on my father to drive some miles for me. Thought it was best to drive back slowly than look for a Bed and Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;02.15 am&lt;/em&gt;- A very faint light in the sky. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But I realized soon that up north in Scotland the days are even longer! The rain had stopped and I was good to drive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;04.35 am&lt;/em&gt;- Reached Home. Hit the bed as soon as I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s purely a co-incidence that my longest day turned out to be this year’s longest day as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I start to think everything is perfect…disaster strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that two days later I took another Easy jet flight to London and back without any delays or chaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-4694366428846320605?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4694366428846320605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=4694366428846320605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4694366428846320605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4694366428846320605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2008/06/210608-longest-day.html' title='21.06.08 – The longest day'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-608196877703775749</id><published>2008-05-15T18:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:04:22.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood ishtyle....</title><content type='html'>I can't count the number of times I have watched a Hindi movie and thought of the story line to be surreal and silly. I find it hilarious to watch actors running around trees or fighting the most bizarre fight sequence wherein the hero never dies. Also, How can I forget to mention the ever popular “kyonki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi “ TV serials which seem so impractical to the logical mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet,&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit the fact that real life can sometimes be more dramatic than what we see in a bollywood masala movie. All you need is a villain, a lover, a motive and some exotic locations (keeping up with latest Hindi movie trend) and you can probably find yourself living a movie sequence. If you can sing and dance, that’s even better ;)&lt;br /&gt;That in no way was meant to be sarcastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you honestly looked into your life I am sure you would find at least a  trace of anger, hatred, deceit, fear, love, joy, in short everything bollywood in it!!&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t find even a hint of bollywood in your life….you haven’t lived yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true bollywood ishtyle, let me say  ‘Good will triumph over evil’. If a story doesn’t have a happy ending, it hasn’t ended yet...&lt;br /&gt;or so i think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-608196877703775749?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/608196877703775749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=608196877703775749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/608196877703775749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/608196877703775749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2008/05/bollywood-ishtyle.html' title='Bollywood ishtyle....'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-4102690103402038788</id><published>2008-03-13T18:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:37:46.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Two Strangers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A chanced meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exchange of smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a quick turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To steal another glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to be caught in the act !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rush to the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flush to the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My-o-My what a spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction can create!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A déjà vu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trick of fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the story begin here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will it only end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left longing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rendezvous Again!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-4102690103402038788?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4102690103402038788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=4102690103402038788' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4102690103402038788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4102690103402038788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-strangers.html' title='Two Strangers...'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-1179160866440732155</id><published>2008-02-01T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:47:59.511Z</updated><title type='text'>I ! Me ! Myself !</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;While I aim to solve the complex…the simple escapes me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love the attention…yet detest the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare…but fear all that comes my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pursuit of…yet lazy to the point of inertia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk my heart out…and still listen too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crave for hustle bustle…want my peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two faced…but don’t deal with deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focussed… yet prone to distractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world should revolve around me…but I seem to live in one of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wonder I still function…although known to malfunction ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t we all complicated human beings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-1179160866440732155?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/1179160866440732155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=1179160866440732155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1179160866440732155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1179160866440732155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-me-myself.html' title='I ! Me ! Myself !'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-1057650438102680361</id><published>2008-01-20T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:55:46.858Z</updated><title type='text'>Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy</title><content type='html'>Neither am I a hitchhiker nor a guide…I just loved the book. The author in his comical sci-fi way has hit the nail hard on the head to some underlying questions, answers to which we still seek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really alone or is there life in a different plane of the universe? Is earth just an experiment by life forms more evolved than us? What happens to us after we die? What is the purpose of life itself?&lt;br /&gt;However much you might deny it….the fact is somewhere deep inside us we are all curious to find the answer to these ultimate questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an unknown force in this universe which we cannot control and yet we are so intricately linked to it in many ways. This is the very force that conspires in bringing to us what we really want at the same time take away what we truly desire at the snap of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your school of thought could be science or religion, Charles Darwin’s theories or the theology in the holy books. I believe them to be mere speculations of the whole picture that hides from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘The Truth is still out there’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, If I keep looking then it will find me someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-1057650438102680361?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/1057650438102680361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=1057650438102680361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1057650438102680361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1057650438102680361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2008/01/hitchhikers-guide-to-galaxy.html' title='Hitchhiker&apos;s guide to the galaxy'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-2268820410293651001</id><published>2008-01-05T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:27:28.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is constant BUT change</title><content type='html'>In a jiffy…Another year has gone by…….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come New Years Eve and there is a festive excitement in the air. It is a time to make new resolutions with a zest to start afresh and let bygones be bygones!&lt;br /&gt;The clock strikes 12 while you toast to a hope of a better tomorrow and gear up to ride new flights of fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after the jubilation dies down and there is nothing more to rejoice about, I feel a void difficult to describe. It is as if I have left some part of me behind and no matter what I cannot get it back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all….Years will turn to decades and decades to centuries…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing endures but CHANGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing happiness and prosperity to all!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-2268820410293651001?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2268820410293651001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=2268820410293651001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/2268820410293651001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/2268820410293651001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-is-constant-but-change.html' title='Nothing is constant BUT change'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-201114692802978002</id><published>2007-12-10T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:57:22.235Z</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Rudyard Kipling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some words...Some memories...Some people...stay with you forever!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-201114692802978002?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/201114692802978002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=201114692802978002' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/201114692802978002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/201114692802978002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/12/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-5170707603945273825</id><published>2007-11-23T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:07:25.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Musing on a Winter Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/R3E4v3aRA6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/DOFWq8JqqEE/s1600-h/inverness+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/R3E4v3aRA6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/DOFWq8JqqEE/s320/inverness+060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958244040311714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daylight fading…Silence deafening…Wind groaning…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A shiver down any spine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snug feeling…Sight breathtaking…persevering and pursuing…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason to whine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding solace even on a solitary winter morning..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-5170707603945273825?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5170707603945273825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=5170707603945273825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/5170707603945273825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/5170707603945273825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/11/winter-morning.html' title='Musing on a Winter Morning!'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/R3E4v3aRA6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/DOFWq8JqqEE/s72-c/inverness+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-6271762248157891418</id><published>2007-10-19T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:20:25.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other side of 25</title><content type='html'>Every birthday from now on will only count how “old” I get each year. Unless, I choose to see a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I would love to go back to my wonder years. Then again, there is so much more to look forward to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose age is the price we pay to earn wisdom and independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..how does it matter..&lt;br /&gt;so long as you feel young at heart.. So long as you still smile with that innocence of yesteryear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I post this,I wonder what my view will be 25 years hence ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-6271762248157891418?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6271762248157891418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=6271762248157891418' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6271762248157891418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6271762248157891418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-other-side-of-25.html' title='On the other side of 25'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-6980782258144108044</id><published>2007-09-09T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:16:29.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual not Religious</title><content type='html'>A term perfectly coined for the likes of me even if it dawned on me only a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I am certain that it calls out to each individual at some point in life due to the circumstances that prevail or out of plain curiosity. Either you choose to grow more aware of it or drift away from it..&lt;br /&gt;No such view can ever be imposed, for one cannot practice what is enforced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing no disrespect to the agnostic, apathetic, religious or for that matter even the fanatics, those are the very concepts that elude me.&lt;br /&gt;It was pointed out to me, that, If I am to be an individual on self discovery, I would be someone who is categorized as lost and confused with no definite direction or purpose to guide me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to such people that I find my path difficult to define and justify for I have only made my humble spiritual beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can proclaim so far is that ..The more we seek to kindle our life spiritually, the more we are blessed with His graciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most times when I find myself in a quandary, the answer comes to me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it from a book, a philosopher,a like minded soul or even an unexpected source!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-6980782258144108044?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6980782258144108044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=6980782258144108044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6980782258144108044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6980782258144108044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/09/spiritual-not-religious.html' title='Spiritual not Religious'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-3250640067078087033</id><published>2007-08-15T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:04:45.360Z</updated><title type='text'>चक दे इंडिया !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/RsNPTHLrUlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5CzZKrbMTow/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099006392877666898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/RsNPTHLrUlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5CzZKrbMTow/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very patriotic right now...&lt;br /&gt;Is it living away from my country that has made me appreciate my roots better??&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know…whatever the reason…I am just proud to be an Indian…and what better day to express it than today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to stay away from my country and it is only to meet my personal goals. But, in doing so, I am merely reflecting the free Indian spirit, that which can make a mark wherever it goes and which bears the responsibility of showcasing India to the outside world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawarharlal Nehru hoped his legacy to India would be that all Indians be capable of governing themselves…&lt;br /&gt;There is so much chaos in every sector of society; there is so much disparity in every socio-economic status. Yet, somehow, each Indian finds a way to survive it all, be it the sweeper or the prime minister and present an India which is dynamic and soaring to new heights every year!&lt;br /&gt;It’s evident that his legacy still continues…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The billion dollar question is " Will our legacy survive??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While The Times of India takes a &lt;a href="http://www.lead.timesofindia.com/default.asp"&gt;Lead India&lt;/a&gt; initiative, we must each take our own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little we do counts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-3250640067078087033?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/3250640067078087033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=3250640067078087033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/3250640067078087033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/3250640067078087033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='चक दे इंडिया !'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/RsNPTHLrUlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5CzZKrbMTow/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-4128536113932512174</id><published>2007-08-01T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:20:32.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the world in Eighty days....</title><content type='html'>Let your imagination run wild while you read about the antics of  &lt;a href="http://www.phileas-fogg.net/80days.html"&gt;Phileas Fogg&lt;/a&gt; and his French valet Passepartout  touring all around the world with a rescued Indian princess and a Scotland yard detective mistaking him as a bank robber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out there, like the television presenter &lt;a href="http://www.palinstravels.co.uk/static-7"&gt;Michael Palin&lt;/a&gt; did, and make that expedition yourself! The chance of finding a gorgeous Indian prince/princess on the way is slim, but you will certainly enrich yourself with the wisdom of the world we live in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know enough to work for Travel and Living but I have come to understand that the more one travels the smaller this planet seems to get…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you embark on a journey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will interact with people who might never cross your path again...some eccentric and some almost angel like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see sights that you may not visit again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a thrill in getting lost and having to find your way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always a pleasure to have your companions travel with you, but, it’s a pain to stick to a tour company!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quirky me has travelled on a train with a ticket of an expired date( can’t believe how I managed to reach ahmedabad from pune on a jam packed train in 3rd AC inspite of that)  and till date I check for my passport ten thousand times for fear of loosing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I harbour a passion for travel but there is a long way to go before I can call myself a connoisseur at it!&lt;br /&gt;Need to earn my living first ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-4128536113932512174?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4128536113932512174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=4128536113932512174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4128536113932512174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4128536113932512174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/08/around-world-in-eighty-days.html' title='Around the world in Eighty days....'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-9191912574192866661</id><published>2007-07-18T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:42:39.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No Femme Fatale here</title><content type='html'>The movie &lt;strong&gt;‘Water’&lt;/strong&gt; certainly touched my sentiments.  I cannot imagine living in the 1930’s let alone years before that.  Thank God the sati system is extinct. Thank God my parents have brought me up in an environment where my brother and I have similar rights and freedom of speech . &lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;It disheartens me to see the presence of exploitation and dowry even today. What is worse that it takes place behind close doors amongst the educated masses……(sick!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to understand what a feminist is all about and was pleasantly surprised to find vast &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminism"&gt;resources&lt;/a&gt; on it. There is so much to refer on wikipedia itself that I found it difficult to explain the term in a line. To sum it all –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a feminist if you believe:&lt;br /&gt;1. Women matter as much as men do. &lt;br /&gt;2. Women have the right to determine their lives. &lt;br /&gt;3. Women's experiences matter. &lt;br /&gt;4. Women have the right to tell the truth about their experiences. &lt;br /&gt;5. Women deserve more of whatever it is they are not getting enough of because they are women: respect, self-respect, education, safety, health, representation, money. &lt;br /&gt;-- Naomi Wolf, Fire With Fire &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…YES..I am a feminist ! I do not have to head a morcha to be one !&lt;br /&gt;Personally, cannot stand a man who believes that a woman’s feet are made to be lifted only from the bedroom to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is to be treated as an &lt;strong&gt;EQUAL&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a good old saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Behind every great man there is a great woman”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the vice versa holds true as well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-9191912574192866661?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/9191912574192866661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=9191912574192866661' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/9191912574192866661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/9191912574192866661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-femme-fatale-here.html' title='No Femme Fatale here'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-5542070295221086882</id><published>2007-06-29T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:14:04.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A View from the Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/RoT3Stex2FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L1vIqOW8CyI/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/RoT3Stex2FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L1vIqOW8CyI/s320/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081458180399159378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trudging up a treacherous path, slipping on muck at many places, I cursed myself for climbing a hill when I could have been sitting at home and sipping Bacardi rum ;)&lt;br /&gt;The desire to get to the summit superseded any other because every look back down convinced me that it would be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the Top, the only word I could manage was “Woooow “. The silly in me would have shrieked out loud but I was too disoriented by then. There was the blue sky up above and the green grass beneath my feet. I could see the calm water of the sea reaching far up to the misty horizon amidst tall mountains. The sun was playing with the clouds while the cool gentle wind whispered past me.  So peaceful that I could lie there for ever..&lt;br /&gt;A perfect moment that no picture and no words can describe…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, at a distance, I could hear the muffled voices of the city. I was happy to getaway from the mundane and the crazy. &lt;br /&gt;But, after a while there was not much for me to do. I found myself ready to go back to that hustle-bustle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment still lingers on with me and I will look out for many more like it. But city life beckons me for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-5542070295221086882?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5542070295221086882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=5542070295221086882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/5542070295221086882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/5542070295221086882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/06/view-from-top.html' title='A View from the Top'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/RoT3Stex2FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L1vIqOW8CyI/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-2647783186867828352</id><published>2007-05-22T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:23:46.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the name of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me &lt;br /&gt;and that’s what made me see where I was going wrong &lt;br /&gt;You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself &lt;br /&gt;I can only blame myself, you can only blame me &lt;br /&gt;and I could write a song a hundred miles long &lt;br /&gt;Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me &lt;br /&gt;and I could write it down or spread it all around &lt;br /&gt;Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put me on a line and hung me out to dry &lt;br /&gt;Darling that’s when I decided to go to see you &lt;br /&gt;You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Made me realize what I could not see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I could write a book, the one they'll say that shook the world &lt;br /&gt;and then it took, it took it back from me &lt;br /&gt;and I could write it down and spread it all around &lt;br /&gt;Get lost and then get found and you'll come back to me &lt;br /&gt;Not swallowed in the sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I could write a song a hundred miles long &lt;br /&gt;Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me &lt;br /&gt;The streets you’re walking on, a thousand houses long &lt;br /&gt;Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me &lt;br /&gt;Oh what good is it to live with nothing left to give &lt;br /&gt;Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see &lt;br /&gt;Oh the streets you’re walking on a thousand houses long &lt;br /&gt;Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me &lt;br /&gt;Not swallowed in the sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you belong with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not swallowed in the sea"&lt;/em&gt;-- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men might be from mars and women from venus, but im pretty sure, LOVE, overwhelms us all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love,Where art thou? ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-2647783186867828352?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2647783186867828352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=2647783186867828352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/2647783186867828352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/2647783186867828352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-name-of-love.html' title='In the name of LOVE'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-4615227229753644186</id><published>2007-05-14T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:45:28.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the measure of Success??</title><content type='html'>I honestly can’t comprehend the right formula for one to achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;What makes a Bill Gates? What makes a Dhirubhai Ambani? &lt;br /&gt;Stories of Rags to Riches are being told time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are constants in the equation we all know about. Diligence, perseverance, sincerity, wit have no substitute. But there are variables as well which are subjective.&lt;br /&gt;I know of a few who have faced adversity with so much courage that only success beckons them today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, the past two years have been both gruelling and exciting! It surprises me how I have managed to come last in a race where I had a head start initially :) Clearly there is no triumph in that. Yet, I feel like a winner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand my strengths and my weaknesses. I know of a few good men/women who will stand by me. I have learnt to believe in myself. Above all, I have realized my faith in the Will of God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like The End of a Beginning…rather…The Beginning of another End..There is no time to rest...Hungry for more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope to keep growing and moving forwards always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something thats definitely kept me going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAITH is 'to believe in what you do not see'&lt;br /&gt;The reward of faith is 'to see what you believed in'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Have no regrets of the PAST, no anxiety of the FUTURE and no excitement in the PRESENT” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Swami Chinmayanada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-4615227229753644186?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4615227229753644186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=4615227229753644186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4615227229753644186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4615227229753644186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-measure-of-success.html' title='What is the measure of Success??'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-8641241712259130374</id><published>2007-04-13T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:02:03.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/Rh_SvGeOmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXbFfimFQTU/s1600-h/06042007090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/Rh_SvGeOmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXbFfimFQTU/s320/06042007090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052989013566068978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girvan,&lt;br /&gt;Scotland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-8641241712259130374?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/8641241712259130374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=8641241712259130374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/8641241712259130374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/8641241712259130374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost In Translation'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6FXwq3v1lY/Rh_SvGeOmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXbFfimFQTU/s72-c/06042007090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-1318038925395452481</id><published>2007-03-11T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:41:03.897Z</updated><title type='text'>Stark Reality-         Naked Contrast</title><content type='html'>SCENE 1 :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing like there is no tomorrow and enjoying some lovely shooters alongside!&lt;br /&gt;(yesterday night at a sangeet party)&lt;br /&gt;Quit my present job to go back to pursue what i really want!&lt;br /&gt;Rejuvenated and raring to go AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate Life Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2 :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ( prefer her identity remained anonymous) lost her husband today by a trick of fate. She experiences a shock known best to her, that which can be comforted only with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mourns Death Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting &lt;a href="http://www.shakespeare-online.com/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;All the world's a stage, &lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players: &lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances; &lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts, &lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the business of LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;Play your part to whatever BEST you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-1318038925395452481?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/1318038925395452481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=1318038925395452481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1318038925395452481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1318038925395452481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/03/stark-reality-naked-contrast.html' title='Stark Reality-         Naked Contrast'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-4822834726308840737</id><published>2007-03-09T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:19:38.420Z</updated><title type='text'>A thousand voices in my head</title><content type='html'>I hear a thousand voices in my head,&lt;br /&gt;talking to me about -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Success.. Failure.. Faith.. Despair.. Fear.. Poise.. Family.. Friends.. Boyfriends.. Love.. Lust.. Marriage.. Commitments.. Freedom.. Intelligence.. Dim wit.. Peace.. Aggression.. Power.. Fame.. Character.. Skills.. Life.. Death.. Past.. Present.. Exceptional.. Ordinary.. Nasty.. Benevolence.........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on and so forth to another thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However noisy it may get,&lt;br /&gt;The mind does not cease to think,&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;The heart does not cease to desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-4822834726308840737?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4822834726308840737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=4822834726308840737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4822834726308840737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/4822834726308840737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/03/thousand-voices-in-my-head.html' title='A thousand voices in my head'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-5147917325653105466</id><published>2007-02-20T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:34:31.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Run baby run.................................</title><content type='html'>I have been running....running...&lt;br /&gt;Not an inch have i moved.&lt;br /&gt;I am still running...&lt;br /&gt;For mountains i will move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stop me,&lt;br /&gt;Dot not curse me,&lt;br /&gt;Run with me,&lt;br /&gt;Or step aside!&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help BUT acknowledge my kind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-5147917325653105466?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5147917325653105466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=5147917325653105466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/5147917325653105466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/5147917325653105466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/02/run-baby-run.html' title='Run baby run.................................'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-8371223728950511644</id><published>2007-02-11T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:35:34.584Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny coincidence</title><content type='html'>Happened to walk past a lady at a restaurant yesterday who seemed strangely familiar.&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if you have seen the person somewhere but can't come up with any plausible explaination for it.&lt;br /&gt;I could not place her but passed by with a polite smile which surely confused her:)&lt;br /&gt;( can't help smiling sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;For me the incident ended there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later I see my dad getting up from the table to talk to the same lady i just walked past. It so happens that he knows her as his patient.&lt;br /&gt;Alright..its possible! I must have seen her at the clinic..remote..but possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were permuting various reasons as to why i thought she was familiar, she happened to mention her son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprise Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;! he turns out to be a good friend(who i have only heard about) of my dear friend in the states!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get over the incident for a while..Coz i had just drawn a link to a person i knew nothing of in a matter of 10 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me thinking about a topic RECENTLY discussed amongst friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_degrees_of_separation"&gt;6 degrees of separation '&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very INTRIGUING after all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-8371223728950511644?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/8371223728950511644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=8371223728950511644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/8371223728950511644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/8371223728950511644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/02/funny-coincidence.html' title='Funny coincidence'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-6410376836870589270</id><published>2007-02-08T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:20:42.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaar</title><content type='html'>Wish I was living in an apartment with all my dear friends close by.&lt;br /&gt;Would be truullly wonderfullllll!!&lt;br /&gt;Infact I am sure most of us have at least thought about it, especially the ones who love the sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….But real life is much different from the reel after all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them married, some of them to be married,&lt;br /&gt;Some of them so near, yet so far, busy toiling away&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those who just disappear once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;There are some I have grown up with and then there are some I have known only for a year&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that remains constant..it is that special bond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have not met in ages; yet, when you actually do it feels like you were together just yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;One has to fight their own battles, but the support from a beloved friend makes that fight less miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im probably writing this to appreciate every little thought, time and feeling given to me by each one of them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all you great friends out there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to REEL life..&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of...&lt;br /&gt;'यारों दोस्ती बड़ी हि हसीं हैं, यह ना हो तो क्या फिर बोलो यह जिन्दगी है,कोई हो ना जुदा, पूरा हो तेरा खुवाब'&lt;br /&gt;from Rockford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of Dil chahta hai.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-6410376836870589270?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6410376836870589270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=6410376836870589270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6410376836870589270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6410376836870589270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/02/yaar.html' title='Yaar'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-1321216242877203604</id><published>2007-01-28T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:13:52.319Z</updated><title type='text'>T I M E</title><content type='html'>Time doesn’t stop for anyone…It knows only to move forward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time gives hope…Even when you think there is none left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious… Waste it and you will regret it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is noble…Gives you another chance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can pressurize…Ask anyone working on a deadline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME is all that and so much more..YET it knows not how it affects us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is sitting idle every minute goes so slow YET the same time moves so fast when you are busy working.&lt;br /&gt;I have the time to watch movies YET complain of the lack of it when i have not called a friend in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant in its action YET perceived subjectively as per the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has seen the past, lives the present and probably knows the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it cease to exist after our death or is it Infinite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-1321216242877203604?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/1321216242877203604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=1321216242877203604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1321216242877203604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/1321216242877203604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2007/01/t-i-m-e.html' title='T I M E'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-9041458612716404040</id><published>2006-12-18T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:58:08.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Sing a Song</title><content type='html'>I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Green day --'Boulevard of Broken Dreams'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how there is a song or a poem to describe every feeling or thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that i had only my sleek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nokia&lt;/span&gt; phone with me while commuting in UK, be it for work or pleasure;) i could only seek the company of BBC radio 1 ( most times)..&lt;br /&gt;Every time this song played, i just felt&lt;br /&gt;'Lots to do, Lots to achieve..&lt;br /&gt;By myself, On my own....&lt;br /&gt;Want to be heard, Want to be found..&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be alone, yet, a part of me is looking for company'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how i relate to it, although the singer/ writer may have felt something completely different!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-9041458612716404040?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/9041458612716404040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=9041458612716404040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/9041458612716404040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/9041458612716404040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/sing-song.html' title='Sing a Song'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-6125699528842325498</id><published>2006-12-11T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:48:01.850Z</updated><title type='text'>...Sunday Moments...</title><content type='html'>I have had one of the best Sundays in a very long time..woke up late, read my favourite section of the newspaper i.e. Sunday times Editorials, ate a sumptuous meal, took a nap, got all dressed up for a glitzy dance performance, felt those pre performance jitters where I thought I had forgotten all my dance steps, then actually danced on the tunes of ‘aaj ki raat’ under the starry skies with atleast 20 other couples on a stage perfectly set to enthral an audience of about 2500 people..!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed EVERY possible moment for the sheer pleasure of it!!&lt;br /&gt;Not once did i think about my work( manic monday to be precise) or any other person known to me&lt;br /&gt;Just a co-incidence that the article I read that very morning was about Enjoying the Moment……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend you read the entire bit coz im just putting up a few snippets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;‘We live in a world with so many expectations and so much to accomplish. Financial well being, relationships that work or don’t work, looking good and to be everything society wants us to be…&lt;br /&gt;We are so busy that we are never where we are in that moment.We are doing one task and thinking about the next one. We never take the time to be in the moment and enjoy the moment for just that. We are in our cars, talking on the phone and thinking about the meeting we have later that day…..&lt;br /&gt;Be open to seeing and feeling what is going on around you and really appreciate the moment for whatever if offers. Let the world take care of itself for a while. You don’t always have to fix everything...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, isn’t it? Drifted into my dreamland after reading the article. I honestly can appreciate what the author has to say coz I do find myself thinking about tons of things in one moment to the extent of not listening to people at times, stressing every now and then!!&lt;br /&gt;I for one definitely need to work on finding that inner calm and peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember the last time you laughed whole heartedly? Can you be stuck in a traffic jam for ages and not loose your calm? Have u ever sensed that you are breathing air..or should i say medidate? Do we readily appreciate other people rather than criticize? Can we wake up in the morning and say 'its a brand new day'?&lt;br /&gt;Listen ..Observe..Feel..Think..&lt;br /&gt;No ways should one compromise on work, but can we not spare a little time to indulge in some beautiful and simple things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anycase. While I enjoy this moment writing a blog, I will leave some food for thought..&lt;br /&gt;What do u think Sir Isaac Newton was doing when an apple fell on him? Was he enjoying the moment in its whole? Is it because he enjoyed the moment that Gravity struck him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never know….:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-6125699528842325498?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6125699528842325498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=6125699528842325498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6125699528842325498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/6125699528842325498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunday-well-spent.html' title='...Sunday Moments...'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844429342423047054.post-3210570413732366489</id><published>2006-11-20T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:44:02.744Z</updated><title type='text'>Home Coming..</title><content type='html'>A friend once told me, if you want to write, start thinking as to how you will begin because that is the most difficult part!&lt;br /&gt;So true, even in respect to life…….&lt;br /&gt;Once a start is made, you will reach your destination even if the journey is arduous, as long as you honestly want to make it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a year back I left home to make new ventures, wanting a lot more than what I was doing at that time. I longed to run away from all securities of my home because I wanted to grow and experience living on my own. And grow I did in ways I can’t put down in just one blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially everything appeared fantastic, then came a phase when I started comparing India to UK and missed everything in India from hearing the whirling sound of the fan or the honking of cars to absolute silence, from abundance of sunlight to practically none, from a land of govinda colours to just dull dark ones, from hearing about Manmohan Singh to Tony Blair and the FOOD for sure!!….BUT, little by little adapted to all of that and more. Adapted so well that I might just end up saying ‘please, thank you or sorry’ to a beggar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was to board the flight back home I started to wonder whether I would find myself a misfit at home..A silly, ridiculous thought for sure and I should be smacked for even thinking such a thing. Im glad that it was just a thought because it felt great as soon as I landed in Ahmedabad or should I say Gujjuland and Im Loving It;). It was overwhelming to see mom, dad and my brother at the airport after a year away from home. Inspite of a 20 hour travel and it being 3 in the morning all of us ended up chatting till the early hours of the morning..I woke up to sights, sounds and smells which are so much a part of me that no amount of time away can erase it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel absolute BLISS sitting at my favourite place in the house drinking mom made cold coffee instead of a hot chocolate and eating a five star bar instead of a mars bar. I am still lost in my thoughts and there is lots to reflect on but my reasons for going away still exist infact there are a few more now.I still believe if you really want something the entire universe will conspire in giving it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just bracing myself for another year of trials and tribulations..and...there is no place better than HOME to do that...!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844429342423047054-3210570413732366489?l=tamannalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/feeds/3210570413732366489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844429342423047054&amp;postID=3210570413732366489' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/3210570413732366489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844429342423047054/posts/default/3210570413732366489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamannalala.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-coming.html' title='Home Coming..'/><author><name>Tamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584389205007343810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
