<?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-2122271937706951870</id><updated>2012-01-15T00:11:48.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Venerate life in all its forms,
distinct and pristine as it was born,
through endeavours that wreaked havoc on its fragile skin,
making it deplete in the storms self formed.
Pristine it was and would have been,
if the tides of humanity had been soothing.
I, a dilapidated soul when asked for repentance,
it stretched its arms to take me in,
and then I realised what a fool I was,
never saw the path
towards a New Beginning.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4487510978785721992</id><published>2011-12-07T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:24:20.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just takes a few words to break or mend a heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACOpMpVsiAY/TuBJqDIVgYI/AAAAAAAAApE/QyEi6PdHRjU/s1600/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683623716485169538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACOpMpVsiAY/TuBJqDIVgYI/AAAAAAAAApE/QyEi6PdHRjU/s400/words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image courtesy Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are three kind of people in this world, well not three actually,there are many other kinds. But in this post I'm going to discuss three kinds of people, A, B and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is that category of people who think that they can say anything to anyone and walk away with it. They can hurt you with their comments, they can be as liberal with their taunts as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is that category which puts its head down and listens to what A has to tell them. They listen to the taunts, unable to say anything in return, maybe out of respect or otherwise, and later they shed a tear or two and forget everything, only to remember all, after a fresh attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is a very interesting category, though close to B they try to form a bridge between A and B. They justify all that A does and console B of it being a passing phase, but the reality is that this phase never passes and returns with renewed energy.One things very interesting about this category is, that they console B and tell them not to react to A's actions, but if something even slightly similar happens to them they're all out with wroth for a person who plays a role of A in their life.....the matter might not be similar at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all that's very complex, life itself is very complicated at times, so let's just keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;All that I want to say is, ones pain is ones own.No one can understand it and no one can ever imagine as to how much pain an individual is going through.People tell you to end it all, because ending might just be an easy option for them.We blame people of overreacting, without realising what all is going inside another human being. Justifications are given and people are consoled , but a heart knows its own story... A story that can never be seen, heard or felt by anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen to you because you let them happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;You react, you're bad.......no one notices the person who caused the reaction.&lt;br /&gt;You listen and you keep listening for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life comes with a lot of queries, decisions, a few answers and a lot of hesitations. But what matters is your belief in yourself and God, the one who definitely makes life easier for you....much easier than you thought it could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4487510978785721992?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4487510978785721992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4487510978785721992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4487510978785721992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4487510978785721992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-just-takes-few-words-to-break-or.html' title='It just takes a few words to break or mend a heart'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACOpMpVsiAY/TuBJqDIVgYI/AAAAAAAAApE/QyEi6PdHRjU/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6572266164832972838</id><published>2011-10-31T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:50:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yNVZXmBD2HE/Tq-Ib-ZCMxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/tPXV_0VMre8/s1600/ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669900470068589330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yNVZXmBD2HE/Tq-Ib-ZCMxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/tPXV_0VMre8/s400/ds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image courtesy Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the most precious gift of God. We human beings get scared at the name of death, such is our love for life. We bless each other a long life, when we're happy with someone we truly wish that the person has a great life. Such is our love for life that when faced with danger our first thought is to save our lives, when breathing our last we still wish to cling on to whatever life we have at hand and pray that the life after death be blessed with heaven.&lt;br /&gt;The relation between life and us is like a fertile ground for a plant, if there's no earth, there's no seed..no plant ..nothing at all. It's very easy to ignore life, but very difficult to let go of it....&lt;br /&gt;I just need to ask those people who take life casually and call it names, If it was possible and they were asked to donate their life to someone and embrace death...would they be able to do that???????? Why don't we understand that it's important to realise the value of life before it's too late!!!&lt;br /&gt;There are many sources of thanklessness...ways to shamelessly waste ones life..and there are people who not only embrace such ways but also can't think of living without them.The ways that lead to the tunnel of suffering and pain.....Drinking, Chewing tobacco,Smoking,Doing Drugs.. And many other things that maybe some of us cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking and Chewing tobacco have become as casual a habit as having food. Though food gives us energy, the former wastes away the good effects of everything healthy.&lt;br /&gt;We plan our life with our families, marriages take place, our lives are taken forward by our kids, but why do we forget that if we are not Healthy, we are knowingly murdering our health, what good can that bring to our family, the people we love more than maybe our life??&lt;br /&gt;A Wife watches her husband smoke, she knows he has a drinking problem, she pleads, she begs but to no avail and finally those pleadings resound in the ears of the man when there's no way to go back...he succumbs to his habit.. God forbid that happens to anyone, because nothing can be more painful then losing the people we love.&lt;br /&gt;What would a smoke give you, what would a shot do, when it gives you problems in giving a comfortable life to people who love you, Your bad health will give them pain, your habit will give them pain, your sufferings are yours but what about those who suffer because of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's time for change, it's time to realise that life is greater and more important than addictions...&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is true that life is not a bed of roses, but don't try to blur your sorrows in the shackles of smoke or other harmful addictions, since life can be made rosy, but the thorns reaped by bad habits leave a wound that cannot be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a loved one says to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought cheer to my life, Everything was new..&lt;br /&gt;You brought happiness abound, I believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;You smoked and said it kept you happy, But why wasn't I happy too?&lt;br /&gt;You promised I'd be happy, Promises were broken and so were my prayers for you,&lt;br /&gt;I still hope and I still long, to bring you out of the smoky storm,&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day, when you will understand,&lt;br /&gt;what my heart goes through when I see smoke in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;They say it's true that love alone can bring one out of the deepest hallows,&lt;br /&gt;I plead to you to quit at once before my heart breaks beyond recognition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6572266164832972838?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6572266164832972838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6572266164832972838' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6572266164832972838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6572266164832972838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/10/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yNVZXmBD2HE/Tq-Ib-ZCMxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/tPXV_0VMre8/s72-c/ds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3932559828490650839</id><published>2011-10-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:16:51.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in the name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjHTmGmw7nk/Tqpkj7bXcxI/AAAAAAAAAos/DOcZumHjPPA/s1600/candle-flame-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668453649409864466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjHTmGmw7nk/Tqpkj7bXcxI/AAAAAAAAAos/DOcZumHjPPA/s400/candle-flame-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is who I am,&lt;br /&gt;and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change who I am and what I am,&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me be named someone I cannot relate to.&lt;br /&gt;Will it change the way I love you or the amount?&lt;br /&gt;Will it change the way we feel or don't?&lt;br /&gt;Will it change what you mean to me and what I mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;Will it change the love we share so true?&lt;br /&gt;Change can be brought but at what cost, when it sounds so new , to me and to you.&lt;br /&gt;I am the person you know, my soul is what follows you,&lt;br /&gt;it carries your name your love , your care, it is soaked in the love so true.&lt;br /&gt;What's in the name, but it's a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;it's a part of who I am, my identity.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change , as change began and happened,&lt;br /&gt;At the moment...the very moment I started loving you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3932559828490650839?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3932559828490650839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3932559828490650839' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3932559828490650839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3932559828490650839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in the name?'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjHTmGmw7nk/Tqpkj7bXcxI/AAAAAAAAAos/DOcZumHjPPA/s72-c/candle-flame-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2304621022675252938</id><published>2011-10-21T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:55:14.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK_hCceMsaQ/TqElRf3d6bI/AAAAAAAAAog/hnVKfCUusvE/s1600/girl-in-rain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665850788750944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK_hCceMsaQ/TqElRf3d6bI/AAAAAAAAAog/hnVKfCUusvE/s400/girl-in-rain1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ2KqnFkHlQ/TqEk765fR1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/hsHKrMsQ0ew/s1600/ar032_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665850418050058066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ2KqnFkHlQ/TqEk765fR1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/hsHKrMsQ0ew/s400/ar032_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Images courtesy Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad."&lt;br /&gt;("My Favorite Things" is a show tune from the 1959 Rodgers and Hammerstein musical "The Sound of Music".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it true, that whenever we think of our favourite things, the stress and confusions in life, gives way to thorough delight and peace. Yes, it's important to remember the good things in life, coz the glass is not always half empty, it can be half filled with hope and unquenchable desires, that play on our lap, ever happy, ever changing, like the many faces of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life comes to a halt, the fragrance around us changes into a stale smell that lingers around us, but when such a thing happens, it's very important to look outside the window and breath afresh, as the world longs for one , who can spill the beans of happiness wherever they are ...that's why it is said, be in a good company, and be a good company. Sadness is a temporary phase, stuck to the walls of our eye lid, we just need to flap them and let the day light uncover the beauty of the world around us...&lt;br /&gt;Just simply remember your favourite things in life and all the bad will turn into a phase growing towards all the good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an exam, a difficult one for that matter, one does not need to look around for clues to solve it, Just look within and you'll find all your answers.....seek for peace within, it is the inner peace that would result in the outer calm and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, just rub a few favourites on it's lamp like surface and it'll lighten up with beautiful memories, gearing you up for a great future ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Version of the song "My favourite Things",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand ma and grandpa and stories of castles,&lt;br /&gt;Love in the air like the rain in great flashes,&lt;br /&gt;Two little boats sailing right down a stream,&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big warm hands, that soak all my fear,&lt;br /&gt;White spread of sheets soaked in mornings so clear,&lt;br /&gt;Bright blue big sky with kites in early springs,&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends full of stories from here and from there,&lt;br /&gt;Bright moonlit nights and those foggy winters,&lt;br /&gt;Cold lazy mornings and mothers pleadings,&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds dark,&lt;br /&gt;when the wind blows,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm feeling sad...&lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favourite things........and life doesn't seem, so bad!!!!!&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/2122271937706951870-2304621022675252938?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2304621022675252938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2304621022675252938' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2304621022675252938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2304621022675252938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-favourite-things.html' title='My Favourite Things'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK_hCceMsaQ/TqElRf3d6bI/AAAAAAAAAog/hnVKfCUusvE/s72-c/girl-in-rain1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7591243912764725785</id><published>2011-09-29T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:41:48.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfGf2uYFXhI/ToVj6wm5c-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/l12NOKN27uU/s1600/img_7001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658038367992509410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfGf2uYFXhI/ToVj6wm5c-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/l12NOKN27uU/s400/img_7001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Images courtesy Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yP8w5SrAIww/ToVj0spVJlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/e8P8t781L14/s1600/Anna_Mary_Resized_270_180_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658038263849756242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yP8w5SrAIww/ToVj0spVJlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/e8P8t781L14/s400/Anna_Mary_Resized_270_180_c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes life just seems so empty,&lt;br /&gt;as if all the roads have come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;But still the heart looks forward to a start,&lt;br /&gt;As there's always a beginning to an end :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7591243912764725785?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7591243912764725785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7591243912764725785' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7591243912764725785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7591243912764725785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-life-just-seems-so-empty-as.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfGf2uYFXhI/ToVj6wm5c-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/l12NOKN27uU/s72-c/img_7001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1956760293676605412</id><published>2011-09-15T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:10:40.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gh9GGKpUs0/TnGuTxFIg8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/w9vWGkH6_Hw/s1600/CuteNewbornBabyElephantHalloweenCostume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652490661942297538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gh9GGKpUs0/TnGuTxFIg8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/w9vWGkH6_Hw/s400/CuteNewbornBabyElephantHalloweenCostume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how God creates life.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are formed as a part of the union that made the World what it is today..........It's amazing how just a small sac develops into a baby and then a mature thinking man or a woman.....&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how life is created and the circle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother...as beautiful as the word, is the feeling hidden behind it....every woman longs to be a mother one day, coz the feeling is just out of this world...Holding a life and feeling the changes as God continues to mould it within, it's just divine.&lt;br /&gt;I often say this and wish for it too, that may God bless every woman with a chance to become a mother....coz those who long for it and have to go through a long wait.....their feeling, their anxiety, thier concern ,can never be felt by anyone of us...and I do pray that none of us go through it ever as time seems to crawl at a slower pace, when the anxiety and yearning for something reaches its peak.&lt;br /&gt;A strong belief in God, the determination to hold on to a life and help it grow within, an unconditional, selfless,dedication towards every change and pain that comes along with it, to make way for a new life, the condition of being unable to hold ones tears back when a soft breath is given in the warm hands of the woman who then is nothing but an epitome of love and care is what..........we call Motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who have experienced the divine intervention and loads of prayers for many mothers-to-be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wondered who you'd be, how you'd be and where you'd be.&lt;br /&gt;Tender, soft, loved and cared for,you would be my destiny....&lt;br /&gt;A tender tear will roll down my eyes, as I'd see you curled in your new born dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Nine long months you'd be playing within, making me experience the lovely treat.&lt;br /&gt;Your father will tend to all your wishes that you'd ask for when you would be within ...&lt;br /&gt;Choclates and cookies and all those goodies I'll call them my cravings but you'd be enjoying them in glee.&lt;br /&gt;All the kicks will never be missed, until you're ready to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;And when finally you'd be in my hands with clenched fists and closed eyes , I'd beg you to wake up and tell me your dreams....&lt;br /&gt;As I'd long to see you smile, you'll hold my finger real tight....and then I'll sing and will bring you close to my heart.....and you'd smile and sleep in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1956760293676605412?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1956760293676605412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1956760293676605412' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1956760293676605412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1956760293676605412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/09/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gh9GGKpUs0/TnGuTxFIg8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/w9vWGkH6_Hw/s72-c/CuteNewbornBabyElephantHalloweenCostume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2306588094476433415</id><published>2011-06-02T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:02:29.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-b7gf5R1DA/TehqzHXIQlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/trdiaZnaErg/s1600/Girl_in_WIndow_by_Manlarr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613854361899254354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-b7gf5R1DA/TehqzHXIQlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/trdiaZnaErg/s400/Girl_in_WIndow_by_Manlarr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone on her face and penetrated deep into the unknown depths of her mind. She felt warm and comfortable. Minutes passed away easily and the clock ticked as usual. Life was perfect, with a strong belief that there was someone who loved deeply.&lt;br /&gt;But what is it that was missing????&lt;br /&gt;There were sounds that were still ringing, raising an urge to find more .....to explore, to develop , to raise ....&lt;br /&gt;Alas the unquenchable thirst of man, always pushing us to find more.....But after all, that's what keeps us away from stagnation..........Our pursuit towards new unexplored horizons.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2306588094476433415?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2306588094476433415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2306588094476433415' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2306588094476433415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2306588094476433415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/06/sun-shone-on-her-face-and-penetrated.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-b7gf5R1DA/TehqzHXIQlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/trdiaZnaErg/s72-c/Girl_in_WIndow_by_Manlarr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1729488986923840155</id><published>2011-02-13T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:08:37.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Greatest Emotion!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4QjzQPRYpM/TVjTC8fce1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Zgnhbej32iU/s1600/coffee%252520love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573436586422205266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4QjzQPRYpM/TVjTC8fce1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Zgnhbej32iU/s400/coffee%252520love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image Courtesy Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words express emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Some big, dark, some hued;&lt;br /&gt;But there are emotions that transcend the limits,&lt;br /&gt;that a writer can ever muse....&lt;br /&gt;The emotion of love is deep after all,&lt;br /&gt;deeper still when one tries to express it at all....&lt;br /&gt;It's a bond that runs deeper than blood,&lt;br /&gt;it makes senses meet and for togetherness it yearns........&lt;br /&gt;There's no day of love, no hour nor week,&lt;br /&gt;it surprises us each day, each hour , each week.....&lt;br /&gt;Love is what brings the daylight alive,&lt;br /&gt;and spreads its spark, in the darkest of nights......&lt;br /&gt;Love is that which soaks in tears,&lt;br /&gt;running from one and taken in by the other.&lt;br /&gt;Love is what makes one sing,&lt;br /&gt;the brightest of tunes, the melodiest of hymns...&lt;br /&gt;Hymns we sing to thank the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for making us experience the greatest emotions of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1729488986923840155?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1729488986923840155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1729488986923840155' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1729488986923840155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1729488986923840155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/02/greatest-emotion.html' title='&quot;The Greatest Emotion!&quot;'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4QjzQPRYpM/TVjTC8fce1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Zgnhbej32iU/s72-c/coffee%252520love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3563909984026248684</id><published>2011-02-12T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:03:08.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlJeNIDPTL8/TVZMwiftXnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rwCoLizJSd8/s1600/istockphoto_1729204-crumbled-paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572725985694801522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlJeNIDPTL8/TVZMwiftXnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rwCoLizJSd8/s400/istockphoto_1729204-crumbled-paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we fall short of words ......... too short to describe what we feel.........&lt;br /&gt;the ink leaks ...............and the thoughts refuse to be poured with ease.......&lt;br /&gt;waiting on unwritten crumbled sheets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3563909984026248684?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3563909984026248684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3563909984026248684' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3563909984026248684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3563909984026248684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-we-fall-short-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlJeNIDPTL8/TVZMwiftXnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rwCoLizJSd8/s72-c/istockphoto_1729204-crumbled-paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6022322749679765388</id><published>2011-01-10T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:13:10.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TUKb71xVzYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dqOC-CzmoOA/s1600/encouragement_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567183541731970434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TUKb71xVzYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dqOC-CzmoOA/s400/encouragement_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I was strolling in the by lanes of Daryaganj, a place full of the best known publishing houses. With creativity in my arms, my art files and folders, I strolled through the thick fog and crisp winter chill. I stopped by an old building and tried to recognise it, yes, this is the publisher I came to as a little girl, with rough sketches that weren't up to the mark. Now, as a final year arts student, I was hoping for the best to come my way.&lt;br /&gt;I entered the door and furnished the guard with all the answers for which he raised innumerable questions."Is she still working here",I thought, I wished to meet her again. A flash back ran through my minds eye. Nearly eight years back, I had come to the same place with my sketches and my father holding my hand. I wanted to see them in a book and one of my friends told me , that to get my pictures in the book, I need to meet a publisher. My father knew that I was an artist in the making and therefore he never discouraged me, and brought me to the gate of the world, I had always dreamt of entering. As we entered the building, we were directed to the room of some Miss Komal, whom we had to meet to discuss my work.&lt;br /&gt;Any other publisher would have laughed at my work, but she looked at it with a lot of interest. Finally she smiled, looked up and said," You know child, you're a great artist in the making, but like every diamond needs to be polished, you too need a little more practise in your work, your work would sparkle like a precious jewel in a few years time and then you can come to me, for I'd be waiting to publish it ".&lt;br /&gt;That day my work wasn't accepted, but I came back with such words of encouragement, that gave me a new direction, towards achieving my aims.&lt;br /&gt;Today as an artist, I have come back to the same place, convinced about the fact that I would make a place of my own in this world. I didn't meet Ms. Komal, but after submitting my work , I was contacted in a weeks time...My work was appreciated and was finalised for the next children's book, I was also offered the post of the art editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement plays a very important role in our life...never discourage anyone, for you never know when people achieve what seems to be "impossible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A word of encouragement during a failure is worth more than an hour of praise after success”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is courtesy google and this is a pure work of fiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6022322749679765388?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6022322749679765388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6022322749679765388' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6022322749679765388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6022322749679765388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2011/01/judicious-praise-is-to-children-what.html' title='“Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers”'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TUKb71xVzYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dqOC-CzmoOA/s72-c/encouragement_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4437399713491911497</id><published>2010-12-30T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:29:56.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom ANew!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TR1pZI9mbBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oafeGYLI0HQ/s1600/Happy_New_Year1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556713395868560402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TR1pZI9mbBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oafeGYLI0HQ/s400/Happy_New_Year1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the 31st of December, a clear but cold morning winding up it's chores and getting ready to make its way towards a new year.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that a new year is just another year in their life, a new morning, a new sunrise and like always the beginning of a new day. Perhaps partially they're right, coz sometimes life seems as if nothing has changed, but at times the changes are so drastic, that we can't help but not only notice them but can feel their glare that goes right through us.&lt;br /&gt;Change does take place, a change that brings along a year that hopes for the better.Change is inevitable and I guess essential, coz it preserves us from stagnation. Change changes the way we think, the way we perceive reality and yes with loads of happiness it does bring along the pain of separation, separation from the yesterday that we loved coz a new today is quite unfamiliar, alien to our nature, our likes and dislikes...but I guess thats how life keeps us on our toes, tossing us from the old to a new and giving us a chance to move on.&lt;br /&gt;This new year too will make flowers blossom and trees sway to it's tune...a new tune that would give way to a row of happy days and months in our life..till another new year opens it's eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have passed and months on end,&lt;br /&gt;flowers had bloomed and seasons did blend..&lt;br /&gt;love,loss,blessings and perhaps fear,&lt;br /&gt;rose in the cradle of the passing year...&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to bloom a new,&lt;br /&gt;A crisp new year is waiting for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Very Happy New Year to all my fellow bloggers, may the new year bring loads of happiness in your life. Amen :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4437399713491911497?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4437399713491911497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4437399713491911497' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4437399713491911497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4437399713491911497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/12/bloom-anew.html' title='Bloom ANew!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TR1pZI9mbBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oafeGYLI0HQ/s72-c/Happy_New_Year1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3235098105820498617</id><published>2010-11-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:29:25.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sleepless night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TNMll9ZuHfI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C4gxEW0wues/s1600/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535809701036301810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TNMll9ZuHfI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C4gxEW0wues/s400/i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 2:59 at night, well yes precisely 2:59 lolz! Cant sleep but can think.....guess all of us can do that easily :)&lt;br /&gt;Can see the night sky from my window, beautiful spread of black velvet , with a bit of sparkle spread here and there ...yes, you've guessed it right, its the stars!&lt;br /&gt;Tress are swaying with the wind, birds have closed their nests, no popping heads , no chirping, no nothing.....complete silence.&lt;br /&gt;Its Diwali tomorrow, by the way, happy Diwali everyone :)) The night is just waiting for a day of celebration, may be that's why it sees so still....&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 5th of Nov, Friday, year 2010, a few more weeks to go , then a night would come in my life too, that would wait for a festival that would follow the next day....the festival that would celebrate a new beginning.....&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know when months became weeks and now I see weeks changing into days ...strange....is time running or am I trying to catch hold of the few moments left on my mothers side....I would keep meeting her for sure...but is it gonna be the same?????????&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sleepless Night,&lt;br /&gt;Let sleep descend on my minds eye, so that I can wake up to welcome a beautiful tomorrow fast proceeding towards me .....&lt;br /&gt;Good bye Sleepless night coz I feel sleep descending on me ..................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3235098105820498617?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3235098105820498617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3235098105820498617' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3235098105820498617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3235098105820498617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleepless-night.html' title='A sleepless night!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TNMll9ZuHfI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C4gxEW0wues/s72-c/i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5324863463269794763</id><published>2010-10-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:14:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love thy name is mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TLUhjAoBqhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2JT4sAIdVf8/s1600/nc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527361003014171154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 431px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TLUhjAoBqhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2JT4sAIdVf8/s400/nc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't understand how one falls in love with a stranger, who till sometime was not only out of our mind, but out of sight as well...it's strange, mysterious, but true...love does strike out of nowhere and leaves us zapped...since for those who believe that they can't fall in love...it's a serious set back... coz they find themselves completely floored, once they slip into the quick sand called love,  and then they realise that it wasn't such a bad idea after all... :)&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation comes with many faces, trying hard to convince us that it's love indeed, but fortunately it doesn't hold true to its words for long, since we do get to know the truth behind it as time slips through our hands.&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy too guises itself as love in many relationships, but it loosens it's hold as time passes and we realise that its a feeling that doesn't figure in the real emotion called love and moves away with the harsh tides of life, making us understand that we can't hold on to things that have been jittery since the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes face value, that makes us value a certain being and loses it's value when we understand that love isn't about the outer covering...it's a feeling that resides deep within and it's difficult to dig it out until we have the right spade in our hand .... a spade of genuine emotion.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that indicates that we are actually in love??!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;Well.....bells don't ring...stars don't shine brighter.....world doesn't turn upside down.......&lt;br /&gt;But something deep inside us binds itself to that one special person who knocks at our heart and takes it away ..that's when two lives start thriving as one ...&lt;br /&gt;Love is mysterious, no one can ever explain it in words..it something that sinks in with time...that's why, they say, it's very difficult to find true love....and when you find it....you get everything in life...everything that gives one the feeling of being complete :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love thy name is mystery,&lt;br /&gt;as mysterious as can be...&lt;br /&gt;we try to solve the puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;and get puzzled with thee...&lt;br /&gt;you give light to those in dark...&lt;br /&gt;and show the way towards eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Love thy name is mystery, as mysterious as can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once fallen in your pit,&lt;br /&gt;one likes to be there forever...&lt;br /&gt;Is it some kind of a prank you play,&lt;br /&gt;with those who're scared of your terror??&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping like waves on the sea shore,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting like a branch on a tree..&lt;br /&gt;You grow within us everyday, and spread on us with blissful glee,&lt;br /&gt;Love, thy name is mystery, as mysterious as can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knock many hearts, you rule many minds,&lt;br /&gt;It's in your clutches one breathes the scent of relief...&lt;br /&gt;It took time to realise the fact...&lt;br /&gt;that you are indeed a pleasant breeze :)&lt;br /&gt;Love, thy name is mystery, as mysterious as can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5324863463269794763?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5324863463269794763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5324863463269794763' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5324863463269794763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5324863463269794763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-thy-name-is-mystery.html' title='Love thy name is mystery'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TLUhjAoBqhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2JT4sAIdVf8/s72-c/nc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7201533632467766621</id><published>2010-09-30T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:30:11.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery that leads to the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TKV-rhnR_lI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xnQP9FUB3Gs/s1600/birdie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522959804262383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TKV-rhnR_lI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xnQP9FUB3Gs/s400/birdie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is not always what you think it is, it leaves you quite puzzled at times. Sometimes it seems as if everything has fallen into place and sometimes all you've thought, seems to be a castle of cards, ready to break away with the slightest gush of wind.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that what we perceive is not what things are all about. There are so many layers to reality that sometimes reality itself seems unreal.&lt;br /&gt;We turn the pages of life and all of a sudden we come across a page that we had long forgotten, and then the present seems so unlike what our past was all about.&lt;br /&gt;We are born free only to grow up and find innumerable boundaries all around us, and we realise that what we called freedom was but a part within the boundaries drawn around us by the world.&lt;br /&gt;Certain realisations catch us by surprise, certain people we know are not the same, friends remain but in name, pangs of survival keeps us tide to the bonds we would otherwise like to break.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a surprise, a surprise that catches us unawares every now and then, and then makes us think..."oh, but this is not what I had in mind!"&lt;br /&gt;But something that I've realised through the course of my life is that whatever happens has something good behind it. That good may not reveal itself at that very instance, but we do figure it out as we sail in the waters of the passing times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird sat on a flower, caught by its beauty,&lt;br /&gt;It got lost in its colour and the amazing serenity.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden a gush of wind made her realise,&lt;br /&gt;that the flower was but very fragile,&lt;br /&gt;It blew with the wind and the hasty gush,&lt;br /&gt;The bird felt sad and left in a huff,&lt;br /&gt;why is it that God didn't feel mercy, on such a beautiful creation of his own artistry.&lt;br /&gt;As the bird flew it looked down upon the fields, a little girl held the same flower feebly...&lt;br /&gt;She was thanking God for the beautiful flower she now had , "I'll give it to my mother coz she's very sad,&lt;br /&gt;she toils from the crack of the day to the late eve ,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make her happy with the little flower that has nice red petals and beautiful green leaves,&lt;br /&gt;it would lessen my mothers sadness for sure, and would bring a smile on the face, that smiles no more."&lt;br /&gt;The bird who was a witness to the whole journey, said that indeed life is God's mystery,&lt;br /&gt;he does things that we can never understand,&lt;br /&gt;but when we finally do,&lt;br /&gt;we fall short of words of thanks...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for giving me all I didn't pray for,&lt;br /&gt;Coz these are the things that I needed indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7201533632467766621?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7201533632467766621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7201533632467766621' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7201533632467766621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7201533632467766621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/09/mystery.html' title='Mystery that leads to the best'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TKV-rhnR_lI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xnQP9FUB3Gs/s72-c/birdie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6871270976793770022</id><published>2010-09-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:21:26.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TIUTJsU7JEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/x0NbhtT9jSI/s1600/life-purpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513834376023712834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TIUTJsU7JEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/x0NbhtT9jSI/s400/life-purpose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that life is a big question mark, at times things get really tough and sometimes the road ahead looks quite clear, sometimes seasons leave a happy flavour on our mind and sometimes a day looks as if it'll take forever to complete....Innumerable question marks and our search for their answers ...its a never ending process.&lt;br /&gt;At times the sun feels a little too bright and sometimes the rays just seep in and make you feel happy and full of joy.... the rain drops almost everytime manage to capture that trapped smile of ours and make it spread gleefully all over us and at time our mud soaked clothes get the devil out of us :)&lt;br /&gt;The moon has a tranqulizing effect, but when it reflects someone far away, it brings tears to our eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bloom for a reason, to bring joy to this world...they perish when we even after looking at them, see through their beauty... when we stop and cherish the wonders of the world, that includes a little flower growing in our garden...the world adorns a different colour and looks surprisingly beautiful.....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel it's a fact for sure , that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder...otherwise why would a poet find a barren desert beautiful and would end up writng a poem on it ...&lt;br /&gt;Life sure is beautiful , even if at times we feel it lets us down...coz when we set the horizons of our mind free to capture its beauty, life sure turns to the brighter side...it's what we call the brighter side of life :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6871270976793770022?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6871270976793770022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6871270976793770022' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6871270976793770022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6871270976793770022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TIUTJsU7JEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/x0NbhtT9jSI/s72-c/life-purpose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6057592568151081396</id><published>2010-08-23T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:25:33.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drench My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/THMsv0ri5II/AAAAAAAAAmA/-KgmT_9G3Kc/s1600/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508795969311007874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/THMsv0ri5II/AAAAAAAAAmA/-KgmT_9G3Kc/s400/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a moment but my thoughts left me,&lt;br /&gt;How do I describe you, dear rain and your beautiful mysteries,&lt;br /&gt;You drench my soul and still I’m dry,&lt;br /&gt;May be the thirst would never die,&lt;br /&gt;You pour in your blessing and still we seek,&lt;br /&gt;a little more of your beautiful bounties..&lt;br /&gt;You drop in a river and make it shine,&lt;br /&gt;The sun takes a break and gets a bit mild,&lt;br /&gt;The flowers fill their cups of morning tea, sipping each drop so delightfully,&lt;br /&gt;A bird sings on my window sill,&lt;br /&gt;The trees dance by joining in ,&lt;br /&gt;and what do I say about the little leaves, They gather your drops and play with glee,&lt;br /&gt;and I seeking company join the gang, and sing to the lovely nature’s song.&lt;br /&gt;Oh rain do visit us every year,&lt;br /&gt;we wait for you in an anticipated fear,&lt;br /&gt;and when you drop by generously.......My heart tunes in to your mysteries! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6057592568151081396?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6057592568151081396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6057592568151081396' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6057592568151081396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6057592568151081396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/08/drench-my-soul.html' title='Drench My Soul'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/THMsv0ri5II/AAAAAAAAAmA/-KgmT_9G3Kc/s72-c/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2199487501969068857</id><published>2010-08-15T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T03:13:06.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence is a huge responisibility:Respect it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TGe86_tnmCI/AAAAAAAAAls/EgP7sPuGz-k/s1600/India-Independence-Day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505576791204927522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TGe86_tnmCI/AAAAAAAAAls/EgP7sPuGz-k/s400/India-Independence-Day1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence means a lot, it's something that we as a nation achieved after innumerable sacrifices, the number can not even be recalled. It makes our independence extremely precious.&lt;br /&gt;On this Independence day, a thought is knocking at my door...does independence mean that we get a licence to do anything we want??Does it give us a license to say anything we want to? Does it give us a right to present ourselves in anyway..even if it might or might not be a very comfortable thought for others!What does freedom to express ourselves actually mean?What does freedom actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;I came across an act of self expression that did hurt a lot. I can't really describe it but this act is a representation of the behaviour that most people become a part of, without realising how it may affect another person.&lt;br /&gt;We are free to live, free to be happy and free to spread happiness, freedom comes to those who care for it...we got independence because our leaders cared for our well being, they knew how important it is for our country, to free itself from the clutches of an alien rule!&lt;br /&gt;Respect your freedom and that of others, don't waste it by indulging in acts that are a disgrace to our society...if you hurt someone, it doesn't mean that you expressed your free will by doing so..in fact you've strangled yourself in the clutches of darkness. Do not act in an irresponsible way .&lt;br /&gt;Honour your independence and that of others..&lt;br /&gt;A Very Happy Independence Day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2199487501969068857?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2199487501969068857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2199487501969068857' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2199487501969068857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2199487501969068857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/08/independence-is-huge.html' title='Independence is a huge responisibility:Respect it!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TGe86_tnmCI/AAAAAAAAAls/EgP7sPuGz-k/s72-c/India-Independence-Day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5331073117708510890</id><published>2010-08-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:46:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfully Blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TF-VLsHINDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UElEF0mXK0A/s1600/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503281297722192946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TF-VLsHINDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UElEF0mXK0A/s400/happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a new phase starts in ones life, everything seems a little different, or maybe its just the heart that observes and enjoys the positive change.&lt;br /&gt;I got engaged yesterday. It was amazing, surrounded by the whole family,immediate,extended, friends and no foes :)It was just out of the world, everyone seemed to be in a chirpy mood!It felt as if my family was waiting for me to grow up and give them a chance to enjoy themselves...and yes they did enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;A day before the occasion, my aunt came to me with a beautiful present, a lovely Saree made with the most beautiful colours....she had tears in her eyes...she hugged me as if I was about to leave at that very moment...I too was in tears. There are so many things that give us a reason to thank God, the people who love and care for us top the list!&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that there are people who love us so much that they try to do everything under their control to make us happy. As I received my present, I thought about the maid who works in our house and her daughters impending marriage...she has no one to make even the simplest arrangements for her, she requests the people she works for to help her during the occasion...Her daughter has no one who can gift her a beautiful saree..no one who can make lavish arrangements for her marriage..yet she's happy...happy about the fact that she'd start a new phase in her life and looks forward to it...God has given each one us a portion of his choicest wealth..he has bestowed the poor with the gift of contentment..they live happily with whatever they have and try to adjust in every situation...I won't say they are really happy with the fact...but you wont see them cribbing 24/7 , unlike us who even crib about the colour of our dress, the fact that we are fat or too thin, the fact that there's a bit of a problem here and there....In all this cribbing and crying we fail to notice that God has bestowed us with the things that other people crave for..while we crib about the colour of our walls, a person somewhere prays for a little shelter that would just save him from the harsh showers of nature!&lt;br /&gt;Sharing what we have and thanking God for all that he's given us would definitely make us a better human being...that's precisely why God didn't make everyone equal....he wanted us to level the world with love so that each individual enjoys the gift of love and affection .&lt;br /&gt;So share the love that's bestowed on you and make it a chain reaction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5331073117708510890?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5331073117708510890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5331073117708510890' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5331073117708510890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5331073117708510890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/08/thankfully-blessed.html' title='Thankfully Blessed!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TF-VLsHINDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UElEF0mXK0A/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8896336878637625128</id><published>2010-08-03T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:33:19.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the Right Example!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TFtzqSzPmuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0jRyfkPTb8c/s1600/Badarpur_Flyover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502118540201663202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TFtzqSzPmuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0jRyfkPTb8c/s400/Badarpur_Flyover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday while stuck in traffic, I wondered why all of us are in such a hurry that we literally just want to fly over everyone else, irrespective of the problems that our irresponsible behaviour might cause.&lt;br /&gt;I was really angry at the man who went on honking, without realizing that there were thirty other cars ahead of me who were stuck in the same traffic jam!!&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden a big car stopped in front and a well dressed man came out and started lifting up an iron board that had fallen in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;As the board was really heavy he asked one of the other car drivers to help him, the reluctant car driver started unlocking his seat belt, when a man on a motor bike quickly got down and the willingly gave a hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the gentlemen lifted the board and secured it in such a way, so that it doesn't fall again....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around stopped honking.....a precious example was set for everyone else to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Both men drove away after clearing the hurdle that was causing the jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great deed indeed, for those who understand its importance, it was an example set for everyone else to follow.....instead of just honking, a little patience and good deed just made everyones day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever the two gentlemen are....I salute them for the great endeavour!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8896336878637625128?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8896336878637625128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8896336878637625128' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8896336878637625128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8896336878637625128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/08/setting-right-example.html' title='Setting the Right Example!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TFtzqSzPmuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0jRyfkPTb8c/s72-c/Badarpur_Flyover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4416051708319409545</id><published>2010-07-22T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:04:49.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkness that never ends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TEkhjuYx6YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ij_U9QcnHyU/s1600/disaster-plan-freefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496961717813504386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TEkhjuYx6YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ij_U9QcnHyU/s400/disaster-plan-freefall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human beings have been blessed with the most beautiful emotions, the best that God could shower upon a living being....God made us human and we learnt to be humane. We learnt to love while in our mothers womb, a stage when no one knows who we are or would turn out to be. We learn to cry when we see someone in pain, because it reminds us of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fact that&lt;/span&gt; it hurts when tears roll out.....then one fine day we mould into an independent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt;....one who has learnt everything and has witnessed the most amazing emotions in life....it's a stage where we make a choice ...and some of us choose....choose what we think is right, forgetting about every tear that might roll out....every face that would cry out in pain....every sight that would be severely gruesome.....but we choose and declare that what we do in life, would be the best....At this stage we just keep ourselves in mind and turn inhuman......Though we started our journey as a human being, our choices place an extra i,n, and make us what God never wanted us to be!&lt;br /&gt;Burning people alive, placing bombs in a kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playground&lt;/span&gt;, dowry deaths, concentration camps, a poisonous gas leak....are just a few examples planted by "things"that cease to be human..I'll call them things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they lose their ability to think and feel....they are as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stony&lt;/span&gt; as rocks...sans everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that one&lt;/span&gt; can ever imagine to be human.&lt;br /&gt;Do people really get what they want by being brutal....or is it the ashes of their own burnt psyche that they keep on preserving till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;We write our own destiny and it's we who destroy it....&lt;br /&gt;God sent us as a part of humanity..it's our fault if we choose to be someone totally different...a self made disaster.&lt;br /&gt;All those who think that by giving pain they can get what they want....I just have one thing to say...ashes can never build homes, they can just darken the horizon with an ugly tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4416051708319409545?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4416051708319409545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4416051708319409545' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4416051708319409545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4416051708319409545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/07/dark-humanity.html' title='The Darkness that never ends!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TEkhjuYx6YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ij_U9QcnHyU/s72-c/disaster-plan-freefall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7595515158706117948</id><published>2010-07-16T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:33:32.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did your heart go "twing!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TEEkAPc8BTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GDqPAaAB24s/s1600/255972876_2bcdf441fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494712606935221554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TEEkAPc8BTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GDqPAaAB24s/s400/255972876_2bcdf441fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Twing&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Have you heard this sound before???? Don't tell me you haven't!!Everyone does...see it goes like twing!!! and you see stars and planets and ...well loads of other utter nonsensical stuff....but you do!! "Twing" is the sound of your heart that has approved of something :)&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the people that we come across in life..some end up ringing a twing, others well fuse it for good! Hence it's important to listen to ones heart coz it might drive you in every direction possible, but does take you to your desired destination!&lt;br /&gt;Every "twing"in life has a memory intact in it's rhythm....Do you remember when you heared it really loud!!I'm sure you do!If you still haven't....someday you surely would...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when everything is so indecisive, you just pray that things settle down and your heart shows a green signal and goes..tw...well you know what!&lt;br /&gt;So the next time your heart goes twing...remember you've reached your destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heared a loud twing,&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, it was my heart..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was mounted on a spring I thought or just dancing to the glory of God,&lt;br /&gt;and then I realised this sound was for things,&lt;br /&gt;That happen to us on earth...&lt;br /&gt;the things that make us happy, the things that build heavenly abodes,&lt;br /&gt;and yes I guessed it right...it was indeed the case,&lt;br /&gt;life stores a twing for every heart..&lt;br /&gt;Every heart has its day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7595515158706117948?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7595515158706117948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7595515158706117948' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7595515158706117948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7595515158706117948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/07/did-your-heart-go-twing.html' title='Did your heart go &quot;twing!!&quot;'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TEEkAPc8BTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GDqPAaAB24s/s72-c/255972876_2bcdf441fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4513613404138505466</id><published>2010-07-11T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:58:11.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cure for Almost Everything!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TDqQSvCKrNI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Pq2zXavglW8/s1600/terraced-fields-vietnam_11388_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492861347069340882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TDqQSvCKrNI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Pq2zXavglW8/s400/terraced-fields-vietnam_11388_600x450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many days had passed but S was nowhere to be seen, I enquired about here but no one knew where she had gone. I was worried coz a few days back she was anxious about her son, and how he refused to eat anything and was underweight.&lt;br /&gt;Today when she entered office, she was full of life, freshness and all the adjectives that would make a person look well...blooming :)&lt;br /&gt;"You know what!we visited our village, it's just beautiful!,"exclaimed S with a big smile on her face. So the secret behind the whole ordeal of thoughts was that she had taken leave to go to her village, where her inlaws used to live a long time back and which now is left with their mango farms, ancestral home and a few of her relatives. The way she described her village was just amazing.....lush green trees, narrow streams flowing near the houses, hills with step farms of varied colours and trees laden with fruits! The freshness of her village had, it seemed swept all her worries away :)&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how nature has an effect on us, both internally and externally. Internally we feel happy, non-crappy, full of life and the happiness within makes us glow twice as much!&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when you were in a bad mood and then the weather changes, it begins to rain and how your mood swung to the positive side of things...it's called the natural effect!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever witnessed the time when a gentle breeze tends to bring down all the mangoes on the trees, or the time when in order to have green chile or a vegetable you just had to go to your garden and pick one up and the time when paper boats could be placed in the stream that ran next to your house, the time when everyone sat to cut the home grown vegetables and cooked them together, having a hot meal with a cold shower of rain beautifully dancing with the winds outside your window......&lt;br /&gt;I know most of us didn't witness all this, coz we live in a concrete jungle that runs on a machinic life.&lt;br /&gt;But nothings impossible, though we can't make a stream run next to our house, we can plant saplings to keep our surroundings lush green...and our trees would then invite the rains to dance along with them and trust me, we would be a party to it :)&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her how her son was doing, she said he eats while we narrate stories of lakes, trees, jungles and the happy animals....I know it for a fact, nature has a cure for almost everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4513613404138505466?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4513613404138505466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4513613404138505466' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4513613404138505466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4513613404138505466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/07/cure-for-almost-everything.html' title='A Cure for Almost Everything!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TDqQSvCKrNI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Pq2zXavglW8/s72-c/terraced-fields-vietnam_11388_600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4657452379447228493</id><published>2010-06-28T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:58:46.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of Nature!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCl7Tc8GuvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/RIKYxPl3vBU/s1600/tr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488053195043683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCl7Tc8GuvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/RIKYxPl3vBU/s400/tr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday in the middle of the night, the electricity went off, to add to the amazingly unbearable heat, the inverter gave up aswell, sleeping inside seemed like a crude punishment ...so in order to save our life, we came out in the courtyard and choose a chair, a sofa, each to lay down and kill the heat.... As I was laying down under the open sky, I could see the big round moon, shining brightly and watching over us, it too had a blanket, a blanket of clouds that covered it for short intervals....it looked as if the moon was playing hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be close to nature, it helps us unburden and makes us feel that all the problems in the world are temporary, like the clouds in the sky that cover the moon or the sun, and then slip away in no time.&lt;br /&gt;The moon, the sun, the sky, winds, rain..... perform miracles for us every now and then, its for us to understand and cherish and to realise the fact that the petty things that we crib about are nothing.... absolutely nothing as compared to the blessings that the Almighty bestows upon us..the very fact that we feel alive when a cold shower of rain conquers the unbearable heat is just a small example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488052042678979938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCl6QYC8zWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/rCcMQhCvbos/s400/Moon%2520sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside the sea of clouds,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes seeped into the royal blue cover,&lt;br /&gt;and there I found, what imagination could never make me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;a universe full of miracles,&lt;br /&gt;of planets , of stars,&lt;br /&gt;of moons and a thousand suns,&lt;br /&gt;and a trait that led afar,&lt;br /&gt;it was a miracle indeed, as miraculous as it could be,&lt;br /&gt;divinity was at its best and enveloped a million galaxies. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488051830123121874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCl6EANrzNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/dSjsLTT2rkI/s400/blue-sky-and-moon-wallpapers_12484_1280x960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode on the bubbles of twilight and slipped through the milky way,&lt;br /&gt;and knocked on the doors of heaven, and played at its beautiful gates!&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time, as the sun was ready to spread its rays,&lt;br /&gt;as I couldn't stand it's light, my eyes closed and then opened on a bright new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4657452379447228493?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4657452379447228493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4657452379447228493' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4657452379447228493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4657452379447228493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonders-of-nature.html' title='The Wonders of Nature!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCl7Tc8GuvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/RIKYxPl3vBU/s72-c/tr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4709371228244866850</id><published>2010-06-21T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:03:39.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the doors wide open :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCA0Bei2k5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/YkKusCMX7Rc/s1600/Keep-Smiling-keep-smiling-9262537-884-601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485441546121024402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCA0Bei2k5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/YkKusCMX7Rc/s400/Keep-Smiling-keep-smiling-9262537-884-601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open-Rose Wilder Lane.&lt;br /&gt;When we are sad or 'don't feel at it' as explained in the popular lingo, we tend to close all the doors around us...the doors that keep our mind and our existence open to the good things in the world. A streak of happiness creeps in and &lt;strong&gt;bang&lt;/strong&gt; we close our mind on it.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness makes us miserable, but only when we want it to, otherwise sadness can also be turned into a struggle towards happiness, and believe me that's a much better option.&lt;br /&gt;I think happiness is the best medicine one can ever have, every positive thought that goes into our mind, spreads on our heart and in turn heals our senses,its like the philosopher's stone that turns base metal into gold...it truly makes our thoughts shine with positivity!&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to share a story with all of you that I discovered while surfing the net, it's a great example for all of us:&lt;br /&gt;There was a woman who had been diagnosed with cancer and had been given 3 months to live. Her Dr. told her to start making preparations to die. So she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what she wanted to be wearing.&lt;br /&gt;The woman also told her pastor that she wanted to be buried with her favorite bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.&lt;br /&gt;"There's one more thing" she said excitedly. "What's that?" came the pastor's reply. "This is very important." The woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand." The pastor stood looking at the woman not knowing quite what to say. "That shocks you doesn't it?" the woman asked. "Well to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request" said the pastor.&lt;br /&gt;The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and functions where food was involved (and let's be honest, food is an important part of any church event; spiritual or otherwise); my favorite was when whoever was clearing away the dishes of the main course would lean over and say "you can keep your fork."&lt;br /&gt;It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming. When they told me to keep my fork I knew that something great was about to be given to me. It wasn't Jell-O or pudding. It was cake or pie. Something with substance.&lt;br /&gt;So I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?" Then I want you to tell them, "Something better is coming so keep your fork too."&lt;br /&gt;The pastor's eyes were welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;During his message the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.&lt;br /&gt;He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you that there is something better coming.&lt;br /&gt;--- Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;All of us have to keep our forks ready, it's only then would we be able to wait for good things to happen. On the other hand if we give in to a situation and drown our lives into sadness, it's then that we close all the doors where happiness might knock at any moment in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I know that sadness is all consuming coz when it settles on us , it becomes difficult to brush it away, but we have to understand that this is the real war that needs to be won...we have to conquer our state of mind and lead it towards a positive direction....after all each one of us deserves to be happy coz we're a precious creation of God...very precious indeed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4709371228244866850?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4709371228244866850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4709371228244866850' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4709371228244866850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4709371228244866850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/06/keep-doors-wide-open.html' title='Keep the doors wide open :)'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TCA0Bei2k5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/YkKusCMX7Rc/s72-c/Keep-Smiling-keep-smiling-9262537-884-601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5173144944858492195</id><published>2010-06-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:33:55.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting seeds of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484337927956158354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TBxIScgHV5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Gda3nAq6Ffs/s400/EcoWorldMandala444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went for a walk, me and my dad. As we got busy with each step getting faster than the last one, my dad's eye fell on a boy who was pulling out leaves from a baby tree...before I could react I saw him fasten up his pace and in a few minutes he was standing next to the child, telling him how hurt the plants feel if you pull their leaves....the scene ended there and we continued our walk..after a minute to our horror the child started uprooting the branch...as it was a young tree, and a small one, it was easy for a child to pull it out....dad ran across the field with me shouting behind him to calm down, but to no avail...the child of course got a good shouting and was taken away by his elder brother, who made no attempts at stopping him.&lt;br /&gt;Though I was a little upset with dad, as he shouted at the 8 year old, but then I realised that if we don't educate kids at a young age about the importance of nature, how would they ever get to know, how would they ever stop our earth from becoming barren, how else would they learn to plant trees.&lt;br /&gt;It's very important to spread awareness, especially among young kids so that they learn to become responsible towards the environment and should save nature from being destroyed at the hands of those for whom material wealth is all important. Such people do not realise how important it is to save the environment from being damaged! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TBxH5W0y9YI/AAAAAAAAAj0/6_iy4QbAheU/s1600/plant%2520trees.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484338086729644114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TBxIbr-qeFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/p7ESFho9CV4/s400/plant%2520trees.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education begins at home and has the greatest influence on an innocent mind.....spread awareness and help make those little hands plant trees today, so that tomorrow they become responsible towards their environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5173144944858492195?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5173144944858492195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5173144944858492195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5173144944858492195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5173144944858492195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/06/planting-seeds-of-love.html' title='Planting seeds of love'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TBxIScgHV5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Gda3nAq6Ffs/s72-c/EcoWorldMandala444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-9018226914085844393</id><published>2010-06-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:28:32.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't take long :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TBWhoAfblOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c5G--hbytDo/s1600/389937_a64ec0a3_560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482465830092117218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TBWhoAfblOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c5G--hbytDo/s400/389937_a64ec0a3_560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desires, dreams and reality....each of them try to play hide and seek with the other..sometimes dreams try to catch up with the reality and sometimes desires just turn into a mere dream, reality stays aloof, keeping dreams and desires at bay...but it also happens that when our dreams and desires take a few determined steps towards reality...the end result is what we always longed for.&lt;br /&gt;At times it seems that it's just impossible to merge our dreams with the reality of our life, but what we fail to realise here is that sometimes reality itself becomes better than what we had dreamt of....it's an open ended puzzle with both the ends chasing one another..sometimes dreams turn into reality and sometimes the reality is better than what our dream could ever be....&lt;br /&gt;Whatever said or done, time decides what's best for us and in order to receive the best..all we need is a little patience...giving up isn't a solution for anything in life, it just takes life on a downward track...&lt;br /&gt;So wait and let the best happen to you....meanwhile just walk hand in hand with a little hard work...it makes our wait shorter for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-9018226914085844393?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/9018226914085844393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=9018226914085844393' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9018226914085844393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9018226914085844393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-wont-take-long.html' title='It won&apos;t take long :)'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TBWhoAfblOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c5G--hbytDo/s72-c/389937_a64ec0a3_560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3850898331834841677</id><published>2010-06-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:10:18.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They ran for their life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TA8T5brKYhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jbRZHt-uEYI/s1600/538140397AB3F0FEFB3CD0FCE39BB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480621148935447058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TA8T5brKYhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jbRZHt-uEYI/s320/538140397AB3F0FEFB3CD0FCE39BB2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruins tell us a sad tale, a tale that has several lives at stake, a tale that saw innocence breathe its last, a tale that ended in an empty city, a tale that still carries on....&lt;br /&gt;What happens when calamity strikes, we humans run to save the remains of our life, run without looking at who is who , we run leaving behind our shelter, our home , our family...running non- stop in the dark cold night...yes, this is exactly what happens when calamity strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of thoughts go flashing around our mind...&lt;br /&gt;Is it the judgement day?Is it the last day of our life??Would I live to see the sun, or would the darkness of the night close my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;Oh where is my son , my daughter , my wife...why did I leave them behind..they too must be running for their lives...May God help us unite!!Oh this congestion, why is my chest heavy with pain..what is it that's taking my life...why do I see death spread all around ...oh look there lies a little child..but why is he so still...God, why didn't you help save his life....who left the crying baby, the home looks deserted..oh what plight!!!!; the animals have given up already....is it a signal for me to cease and say good bye...why do I hear innumerable tears resounding....why do I see a flood of tears and horror...it was a normal night for sure ...How did it generate such fear.....it is but true that any day can be the last day of our lives..the last one for sure.....ahhh I'm tired can't run any longer, the screams have stopped, theres darkness ......complete darkness......my end is close...very close...&lt;br /&gt;(The Industrial Catastrophe at Bhopal 1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around midnight on December 2–3, 1984, there was a leak of methyl isocynate(MIC) gas and other toxins from the Union Carbide pesticide plant in Bhopal, the capital of Madhya Pradesh, India. The gas released 390 tons of toxic chemicals, taking a toll on innumerable lives. People ran at the middle of the cold december night, leaving their homes behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Factors leading to the gas leak include:&lt;br /&gt;The use of hazardous chemicals (MIC) instead of less dangerous ones&lt;br /&gt;Storing these chemicals in large tanks instead of over 200 steel drums.&lt;br /&gt;Possible corroding material in pipelines&lt;br /&gt;Poor maintenance after the plant ceased production in the early 1980s&lt;br /&gt;Failure of several safety systems (due to poor maintenance and regulations).&lt;br /&gt;Safety systems being switched off to save money—including the MIC tank refrigeration system which alone would have prevented the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plant was closed immediately but innumerable teary eyes are still waiting for justice!!!&lt;br /&gt;The new generation still suffers from the after effects...many are born handicapped....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life poses a whole lot of questions which we are never able to answer...sometimes justice takes a little too long...sometimes tears just sit unmoving on the pale eyes of the one who witnesses the loss.....there are many questions that need to be answered but the answer remains out of reach....faults happen and calamity strikes on those who have nothing to do with it....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life asks tough questions...very tough indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3850898331834841677?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3850898331834841677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3850898331834841677' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3850898331834841677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3850898331834841677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-ran-for-their-life.html' title='They ran for their life!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/TA8T5brKYhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jbRZHt-uEYI/s72-c/538140397AB3F0FEFB3CD0FCE39BB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5206458255182536042</id><published>2010-05-25T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:19:01.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Determined to march forth??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S_3yP5-G0EI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EFvckJDF45E/s1600/iStock_000012009705XSmall-1-e1267667080848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475799077025665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S_3yP5-G0EI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EFvckJDF45E/s320/iStock_000012009705XSmall-1-e1267667080848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every decision needs determination. Yes, one can take this for a fact! If we decide to do something, we have to be determined to do it...one can't just decide and forget about it the next moment, this just shows a weak decision and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Every decision isn't easy, once you decide to do something you have to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;When the great leaders decided that they would spend their life in the service of their motherland and would work towards an independent tomorrow, their decisions never lagged behind, their must be moments of questioning within them , but I'm sure there was never a moment to alter their decision coz the result can be seen today...we hold our head high and walk on the streets once tied to the clutches of an alien Raaj.&lt;br /&gt;Our leaders were indeed strong decision makers, who have left a great example for us, i.e. to decide and march forth...though the journey might be tough but as they say, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going!!&lt;br /&gt;Take responsible decisions in your life, decide to make each new day a pleasant one ...march forth and remember the world has changed for the better due to strong decision makers!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5206458255182536042?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5206458255182536042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5206458255182536042' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5206458255182536042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5206458255182536042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/05/determined-to-march-forth.html' title='Determined to march forth??'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S_3yP5-G0EI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EFvckJDF45E/s72-c/iStock_000012009705XSmall-1-e1267667080848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5871490574154350992</id><published>2010-04-22T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:38:10.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's do something NEW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463186351340239682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S9EjCpVlu0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/upupV2ywB3Y/s320/babyrayna1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and its continuous journey makes me realise, that monotony emerges if we do not try discovering new avenues and exploring new things in life. We live life and each day has something different in it, though it seems to be the same if we do not take an initiative to bring out the newness in it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tie yourself to a rope of self restrain, specially if it's about something that makes you happy...yes some invisible strength should be available at all times, to pull you back from the things that lead you astray...but not when good things pull you towards them.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like dancing ....however aged you may feel, however much your mature senses might pull you back, just break free and enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like jumping into a puddle ...do that!!You won't believe how happy you'd feel!&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry while watching a movie...don't be scared that people would comment..just let the tears flow..it'll make you feel lighter!&lt;br /&gt;My mother loves looking at the moon, it makes her happy..something that I've inherited from her..... I never knew this about her, she never told anyone, In order to present herself as a mature person she never expressed her excitement..but one day when I shouted out.."mom look that's such a beautiful moon!..her eyes twinkled with the glow in the sky, she got to know that she wasn't the only one who loved to stare at the night sky and now every time she spots the moon in the sky..she shouts out...."Sana look, isn't that moon just amazing!"(dad and my bros have got used to our exclamations ;))&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be a mature human being, our responsible behaviour should never take leave of us, we can be a responsible mother, a great daughter, a good father, an amazing worker, a serious boss...but when it comes to making our day special by presenting it with something new, we should let our hair loose once in a while...or as many times as it makes us happy.... dancing to the rhythm of life, indulging in things that make us happy... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463186557382067202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S9EjOo5yhAI/AAAAAAAAAic/CAm0GocfmsM/s320/esq-up-0210-lg-96861936.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There's no harm in being happy and doing things we love the most!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't just lead a monotonous life and keep complaining about it...God has blessed us with the power to choose...make a choice...be happy...spread happiness! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S9ZyLvSw3ZI/AAAAAAAAAis/Yq2cS2Qq6GA/s1600/grandma.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464680743859969426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S9ZyLvSw3ZI/AAAAAAAAAis/Yq2cS2Qq6GA/s320/grandma.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464680409949374946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S9Zx4TYRieI/AAAAAAAAAik/q-gOapCEycM/s320/DSC_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God's willing, I would love to turn into a great grandmom, watching cartoons with all the kids around me and dancing to the tune of things that make me happy...I'll teach them to be happy souls and to learn the trick of giving a new zest to life by doing what they love the most!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In todays world where stress has grown roots into our life..let's hold a spade each and let's throw out the weed called depression that is happily sinking into our present, inturn affecting our future....&lt;br /&gt;Let's grow seeds of happiness for ourselves and for those around us!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I wont be able to post anything new for sometime...But I'd be back soon with more posts and loads of things to share!!:)&lt;br /&gt;Till then take care all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy and Keep that smile on !! :)&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/2122271937706951870-5871490574154350992?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5871490574154350992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5871490574154350992' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5871490574154350992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5871490574154350992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-do-something-new.html' title='Let&apos;s do something NEW!!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S9EjCpVlu0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/upupV2ywB3Y/s72-c/babyrayna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8030559820753237247</id><published>2010-04-22T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:15:52.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S8_1tWEspBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jQ_9ruYXxxg/s1600/earth-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462855032391902226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S8_1tWEspBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jQ_9ruYXxxg/s320/earth-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's join hands to plant a Beautiful Tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;Starting Today and Continuing Forever!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8030559820753237247?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8030559820753237247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8030559820753237247' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8030559820753237247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8030559820753237247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-plant-beautiful-tomorrow-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S8_1tWEspBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jQ_9ruYXxxg/s72-c/earth-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7071232561571289502</id><published>2010-04-19T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:26:01.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we need a Paint Brush.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S81GTW-OEkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ifuLPeC4qCw/s1600/minds-eye-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462099221468287554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S81GTW-OEkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ifuLPeC4qCw/s320/minds-eye-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful paintings attract our eyes and draw our attention towards them....the colours, the lines , the meaning behind each stroke, everything leaves you zapped.....we all have a misconception that only great artists have the ability to create such terrific, breathtaking works...but how many of us know that God has hidden an artist in each one of us...someone who doesn't need a paint brush, or a canvas to create beautiful landscapes...our mind can do the needful!!Surprised!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the greatest artist and what's great about his work is that he colours our imagination and leaves an enchanting effect on our senses, making each one of us, an artist of a different kind....&lt;br /&gt;What happens when we see a beautiful landscape...our mind captures the image and hangs it on the walls of our minds eye, and when we recline on our chair...long after we believe that the memory must have faded away, our mind starts painting a beautiful picture of the very sight that left us speechless....it's then that we become an artist, painting inwards and creating pictures that smear our senses with delight.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it is said that it's important to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe what goes around you...observe the little baby of a construction worker, you'd be taken aback by the innocent, moist eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Observe the route that you take to your office everyday...did you ever notice that the trees on the side paths struggle to freshen up the air around you?&lt;br /&gt;Observe the light rays of the early morning sun and the dew that settles on the leaves...how is it that everything turns greener than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Observe the faces of people stuck in a traffic jam...don't they seem similar....all of them running a race without knowing what life is all about!&lt;br /&gt;Observe the silent corner of the joggers park, the squirrel that runs around, the birds that keep chirping ... you'll notice that each one of them is working hard to make your day better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe and paint a picture in your mind...a picture that represents your life, the way you want it to be.....Believe me no other piece of art would seem better. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462099451919860290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S81GgxeKAkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/_fIhpbJ8i-4/s320/hummingbird_paintings_art_gallery_bird_painting_artists_birds_gallery_oil_watercolor_hummingbird_inspirational.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill colours of happiness and peace in your life... coz each one of us can work on a beautiful masterpiece, that would be a blueprint of our aspirations towards a beautiful tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7071232561571289502?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7071232561571289502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7071232561571289502' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7071232561571289502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7071232561571289502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-we-need-paint-brush.html' title='Do we need a Paint Brush.......'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S81GTW-OEkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ifuLPeC4qCw/s72-c/minds-eye-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8268153434293952018</id><published>2010-04-08T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:35:12.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stomach that moulds life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S76yarnJjlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qi53XfDq750/s1600/Naandi_Mid_Day_Meal_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457995969872891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S76yarnJjlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qi53XfDq750/s320/Naandi_Mid_Day_Meal_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rajan was getting ready for school, he was looking forward to it. The day before it had been a hard day for him, masterji had not been very kind....not kind enough to let go of his incorrect sums...maths was always a mystery to him, but he took it up as a challenge, a challenge to do his best to stay in school as long as possible, since his stomach fought a tough battle of patience and longing for the sumptuous mid day meal that was distributed in school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;All his friends, kalu, meera, kabir, junaid, suresh, all of them had joined school for the same reason.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457995739045870706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S76yNPtsvHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Eu5ywGrU17Y/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons on the history of the nation did interest them, the various stories of the great warriers came as a boost for their not so easy life...Like brave warriers they too fought with their hunger and celebrated their victory when the mid day meal was served.&lt;br /&gt;The dinners and breakfast at home were a rare sight, their mothers got their meals in the houses they worked for and sometimes saved a little for their kids and spouse and their fathers were labourers working day and night with a cloth tied to their stomach to stop the hunger pangs...they too were lucky to be given something to eat when the owner felt generous enough....life was not a bed of roses for Rajan and his friends, coming from poor families, their happiness rested in the school corridors.&lt;br /&gt;It was late in the afternoon, Rajan had not had anything to eat since day before, he was extremely hungry and was waiting for the midday meals to be served...the wait got longer but there was no sign of the food lorry.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed......The break got over..... masterji came in the class and started a new lesson.....weakened by his hunger, Rajan, with innocent drooping eyes asked his teacher...masterji aren't we getting food today?"&lt;br /&gt;Masterji looked at him, and a shadow of sadness covered his face...no my boy didn't you hear the news.....the cooked meal program has been disrupted due to shortage of food grains, there are some problems going on. Rajan cried out, " what problems masterji!"...his teacher had a worried look , "you won't understand kid, the HRD ministry and the Department of Food and Public Distribution are locked in a payment spat...."&lt;br /&gt;Rajan," no masterji, I understand it well..." those people are unable to understand my hunger!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;With tears in his eyes Rajan started flipping the pages of his notebook....food was the reason why his father had allowed him to study and food would be the reason for him to drop out of school to earn his bread.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457995346436532418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S76x2ZIVqMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wHQuvUFluwo/s320/1259125716389-children%2520pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all what would alphabets do if one doesn't have the strength to understand them????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8268153434293952018?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8268153434293952018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8268153434293952018' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8268153434293952018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8268153434293952018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/04/stomach-that-moulds-life.html' title='The Stomach that moulds life!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S76yarnJjlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qi53XfDq750/s72-c/Naandi_Mid_Day_Meal_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2347285151433200129</id><published>2010-04-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:58:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not just one life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7wZhNHogsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zqBc9UtVnkU/s1600/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457263666650798370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7wYZBhd2SI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SJvnlbqfufg/s320/Woman-African-window-iStock1609258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7wZWVNlCRI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4jVeFbh6Ft0/s1600/christine-bellavia-photo-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was twelve in the afternoon, her son had come back from school, Zeba was completing the daily chores...She could feel it coming, the pain was knocking her senses but she was determined to make arrangements before leaving...She ironed the clothes of her little one and packed them in a bag...the books for the next day had to be sorted out...there were medical papers that had to be taken out and placed in her handbag..&lt;br /&gt;There was a knock at the door, the maid had come to take her son to the neighbours house, an old couple who were happy to help...."take good care of him Kamla, and get him ready for school tomorrow on time...I'll be back soon."&lt;br /&gt;The maid looked a bit puzzled but nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was in order , she kissed the little one and sent him on his way, locked the house and holding on to all the strength and patience that was left in her she reached the hospital on time.&lt;br /&gt;The hospital was just a few blocks away and she had got conveyance arranged beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she got down from the vehicle the last string of her courage just broke and she was instantly taken to the ward...... a new leaf of life was turned over....she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl...&lt;br /&gt;A smile of satisfaction smeared her face as she saw the little one as a sign of her victory....while her husband fought on the front, she braved her life daringly...fighting and winning over another battle...the battle posed by life. She knew that he would be proud of his fellow soldier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457263763392521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7wYep6fZjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VZkF0ulevN0/s320/PA%25203%2520for%2520web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just one life that sacrifices itself for us, but there are numerous chords that work as pillars of strength...while one ensures that we sleep in peace, the other takes care that her brave companion has a happy home to come back to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2347285151433200129?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2347285151433200129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2347285151433200129' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2347285151433200129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2347285151433200129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-just-one-life.html' title='It&apos;s not just one life'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7wYZBhd2SI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SJvnlbqfufg/s72-c/Woman-African-window-iStock1609258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3341288353233528324</id><published>2010-03-30T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:03:54.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good and the Bad of it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7Lzv2ChxjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TK5Bky5WfsI/s1600/Solitude%2520Horse%2520Night-243554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454690101984609842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7Lzv2ChxjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TK5Bky5WfsI/s320/Solitude%2520Horse%2520Night-243554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend once told me that she likes being alone, so much so that she is possessive about her solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude often refers to loneliness, but in this day and age it has split into varied meanings, it can act as a break in which we can recollect our selves and recall the days happenings.&lt;br /&gt;When we meditate in solitude , the mind settles down and stops running the daily marathon that it has got used to. It helps a person to stay focused.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude can act as a balm but can also serve as an enemy...since when we try to cut ourselves from others for longer periods, we fail to realise that relationships too are vital for a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;Striking a balance is a must. It's good to spend time with oneself, all alone, just we and our thoughts, but it's also important to open up and breathe in the freshness of the blessings showered on us ..our loved ones, our happy moments, our sadness...yes sadness as well, since it helps us grow, making us appreciate the good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude is a bliss, till it doesn't turn into a well in which we decide to stagnate forever...it should act as a short sojourn, getting that refreshed effect that helps us understand and appreciate life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3341288353233528324?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3341288353233528324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3341288353233528324' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3341288353233528324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3341288353233528324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-and-bad-of-it.html' title='The Good and the Bad of it.....'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S7Lzv2ChxjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TK5Bky5WfsI/s72-c/Solitude%2520Horse%2520Night-243554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2311265859584401268</id><published>2010-03-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:23:58.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tame Your Fears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S6RV6WbfX-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/V3GuVgRWc70/s1600-h/3229639100_099c468c0e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450575909966798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S6RV6WbfX-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/V3GuVgRWc70/s320/3229639100_099c468c0e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw a painting of a lion sitting comfortably in a living room, with a little girl resting against it and reading a book. I've seen this painting many times before, on my visits to my cousins' place and it has always given me a lot of peace. I could never explain why it had such a soothing effect on me! Yesterday, when I saw it again, a big fact of life knocked at my mind....don't we all have fears? In the painting like the little girl rests against a lion, we too rest against our fears but don't ever let them take over , because life has to be lived with courage.&lt;br /&gt;Our shortcomings, our fears, our failure, all this is a part of the game called life , we just have to be good jugglers, juggling with the good and the bad and striking a balance in our life. Sometimes the negative becomes heavier and tumbles down but that doesn't stop life from going on, it does come to a standstill for sometime, or it seems to be the case but time flows away and heals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Our courage to take life as it comes should never fade away. We are never too far from the positive, neither are we too close to the negative, the courage to conquer our fears, sets things right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450576156194420194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S6RWIrsuteI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0Zafkx_EXmo/s320/lion%2520and%2520man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the painting, I realised that our fear walks with us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;where ever&lt;/span&gt; we may be, but we should never let it overtake our path...when we overcome the negativity in our life, we can always be at peace with ourselves and our life would be touched with a serene smile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in turn&lt;/span&gt; giving us the courage to walk with our fears.&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking as to why I've chosen a lion to be a symbol of our fears, well that's what they seem to be when they scare us, but when we turn them into a tamed pet that's when our courage to brave life comes in the forefront!&lt;br /&gt;Tame your fears........ they'll never be able to take over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2311265859584401268?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2311265859584401268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2311265859584401268' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2311265859584401268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2311265859584401268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-courage-to-walk-with-your-fears.html' title='Tame Your Fears!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S6RV6WbfX-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/V3GuVgRWc70/s72-c/3229639100_099c468c0e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1410613278691741295</id><published>2010-03-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:49:18.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex beyond imagination!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S5cT0ZgomJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SF8GoUGrRdY/s1600-h/ab485ec4-63bf-45c9-8884-b087fced97d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446844065249794194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S5cT0ZgomJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SF8GoUGrRdY/s320/ab485ec4-63bf-45c9-8884-b087fced97d8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we really know the people with whom we have spent a significant part of our lives ?Is it possible to understand a human being....however close we may be? Why is there something that always comes as a surprise? Why are so many questions left with no answer at all? Is this complex phenomenon called humanity, a tale with innumerable plots, one unfolding after another.....Confused??So am I!&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to understand people, even those whom we claim to know well. Our mind works in different ways and we never get to know which new turn it decides to take at any point of time in life...things happen and we are left zapped, struggling to find a reason that triggered them off....A person we've known for long becomes a stranger in a jiffy...someone whose thought process is alien to us! It happens with everyone, even if we claim to be simple....the very simplicity shows so many colours that we surprise our selves and are taken aback!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we humans consist of a complex mechanism....more complex than we can can ever imagine it to be....&lt;br /&gt;The simplest of all can turn into rocket science and the complex ones can be as simple as ABC.&lt;br /&gt;Be Prepared to be surprised where fellow humans are concerned, even if its our own self.....you never know when life takes, hope&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S5cTXhBKFOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/eequoDJf-98/s1600-h/brain-763982-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446843569049048290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S5cTXhBKFOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/eequoDJf-98/s320/brain-763982-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fully,a pleasant turn ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a mystery to me ....&lt;br /&gt;you and the self within.&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and life kept surprising...&lt;br /&gt;Until I realised one day, that it's all in the mind...&lt;br /&gt;It's a complex machinery we fail to understand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1410613278691741295?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1410613278691741295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1410613278691741295' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1410613278691741295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1410613278691741295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/03/complex-beyond-imagination.html' title='Complex beyond imagination!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S5cT0ZgomJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SF8GoUGrRdY/s72-c/ab485ec4-63bf-45c9-8884-b087fced97d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7558975432497236193</id><published>2010-03-05T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:23:39.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if it's just once everyday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445367467372553954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S5HU3Fw1puI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8m_g_WhdwoU/s320/Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember a school assembly that was conducted by our principal. She started it with a question.."how many of you have made someone smile in the whole week that has passed...does anyone remember??There was complete silence in the assembly hall, since all of us were busy remembering when we actually made someone smile but the mind went blank...totally...completely.&lt;br /&gt;How important is it to do something good for someone even if it's a small little deed like making someone smile...very important..in fact if all of us strive to make someone smile everyday the world would be a better place since there would be someone or the other to spread the cheer and lift our spirits!&lt;br /&gt;A smile is contagious, most of us must have observed that when someone smiles at us..even if it's a stranger, it brings a smile on our face..it sure does.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that the question wasn't left confined to the school assembly, it was brought to the class. We were asked to list a number of incidents when we made someone smile, then on the next page we were asked to list a number of things that can be done to make someone smile..when the list was ready our class teacher asked us to reflect on the first list and if we feel that it isn't sufficient we should paste the second list on the first one..i.e. we had to paste the list of things that can be done to make someone smile on the one that had the list of the number of times we made someone smile....the first list was highly insufficient and hence was taken over by the second one...Thus our teacher announced, now you have an important list in your hand...the ways to make someone smile ....."Make a fresh Beginning!"...from now on  it's your duty to follow it everyday "religiously"...the word religious emphasized the fact as to how important it was to at least attempt to do a good deed everyday...&lt;br /&gt;That day I went home, hugged by mom and promised to be an obedient kid...it did bring a smile on her face..even though being a mother, she knew that time keeps changing ;)&lt;br /&gt;There were many things that were taught to us when we were kids...That day, in the school assembly those lines got registered somewhere deep within.. and still reside in my mind's eye, so much that today I do make a conscious attempt to bring a smile on someones face...if nothing else the thought makes my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the following poem while surfing the net and thought should share...it's very meaningful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Smiling is infectious; you catch it like the flu,&lt;br /&gt;When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin,&lt;br /&gt;When he smiled I realized I'd passed it on to him.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that smile then I realized its worth,&lt;br /&gt;A single smile, just like mine could travel round the earth.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you feel a smile begin, don't leave it undetected.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected!&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7558975432497236193?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7558975432497236193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7558975432497236193' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7558975432497236193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7558975432497236193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-if-its-just-once-everyday.html' title='Even if it&apos;s just once everyday!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S5HU3Fw1puI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8m_g_WhdwoU/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8244193883216997759</id><published>2010-02-23T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:57:46.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's saddle up and ride"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S4dbXBjtx9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/8yA8en0A0gY/s1600-h/2105910092_2a9e409dbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442419125813888978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S4dbXBjtx9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/8yA8en0A0gY/s320/2105910092_2a9e409dbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No matter how bad things are, you can always make them worse. At the same time it is often within your limits to make things better."Through the whole ordeal I don't think we ever said to each other, "this isn't fair. We kept going . We recognised that there were things we could do that might outcome in positive ways...and we did them. Without saying in words, our attitude was, Let's saddle up and ride."The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would we do if we are told that we don't have enough time to live, would we prefer going into self dejection, mourning about the calamity that has struck, or would it be right to make use of the time that we have and enjoy it to the best of our abilities!&lt;br /&gt;The last lecture is a novel based on a lecture given by Randy Pausch, a computer science professor and a highly experienced person who was diagnosed with terminal&lt;br /&gt;cancer . Pausch decided to give a lecture that would be his last and a way to be remembered by the people he cared for...the lecture is not about his terminal illness but about "Achieving ones childhood dreams!"&lt;br /&gt;Some people have this great positive energy about them, it's not that they don't feel unhappy, but they know how to make themselves happy with whatever limited reasons that they may have.&lt;br /&gt;How easy or difficult is it, to generate positivity within oneself?....it sure can be difficult in situations like the one Randy was facing, but is it good to let go of the "now" and crib about something that might happen tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;As Robert Frost said, "life goes on", and therefore it's in our hands to make our journey as happy as possible. All of us go through our share of pain, all of us go through our share of discomfort and all of us are blessed with happiness as well, it's our decision as to what we concentrate on, the most.&lt;br /&gt;In one part of the lecture, Randy describes " a way to understand optimism", he says that "my personal take on optimism is that as a mental state , it can enable you to do tangible things to improve your physical state. If you're optimistic you're better able to endure brutal chemo, or keep searching for late-breaking medical treatments."&lt;br /&gt;Optimism is a key to a healthy life...life that smiles at you while you stand with open arms to embrace it, as and when it comes with different hues, that oft change our perspective and show us a new opening every time.&lt;br /&gt;He sums up the lecture with the greatest truth behind a good life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's not about how to achieve your dreams.It's about how to lead your life. If you lead your life the right way, the karma will take care of itself.The dreams will come to you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8244193883216997759?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8244193883216997759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8244193883216997759' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8244193883216997759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8244193883216997759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-saddle-up-and-ride.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s saddle up and ride&quot;'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S4dbXBjtx9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/8yA8en0A0gY/s72-c/2105910092_2a9e409dbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-9188926841299832665</id><published>2010-02-09T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:49:08.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Ahead!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S3IrlzRD5mI/AAAAAAAAAf8/IbcKKqaBddQ/s1600-h/2358353884_4fb0f14bd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436455628606531170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S3IrlzRD5mI/AAAAAAAAAf8/IbcKKqaBddQ/s320/2358353884_4fb0f14bd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrapped in a soft cloth with eyes open wide , when God had just whispered life into me and I was an epitome of innocence as much as can be, when the soft sound of Azan entered my ears, I knew for sure that I had arrived where I was meant to be .&lt;br /&gt;The world, a place that would witness my deeds for life and God would keep an eye on me for sure....&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be watching over you!" were the last words I heard on my way to the world of mortals.&lt;br /&gt;As I was pushed down from the heavens, I let out a cry and on opening my eyes found myself upside down, hanging from the hands of the woman whom I'm sure had something to do with my tears. She handed me over to my mother, who I had been told was a door to heaven, and yes she was, coz it was for the first time, in her hands, that I was introduced to the feeling of love, in its purest form...Life seemed beautiful and the road ahead a little bleak but steady, coz I was sure that she would help me learn to walk on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am at a point of time in my life when I can see the road ahead quite clearly ...Hopefully I would start a new phase in my life and a new life would toddle ahead, when my journey would seize....&lt;br /&gt;Life cannot be measured with the number of days you've lived but by the number of moments that have painted it better and have made it look nice!&lt;br /&gt;Today as I step into another year of my life, my treasure chest full of memories looks happy and bright :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-9188926841299832665?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/9188926841299832665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=9188926841299832665' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9188926841299832665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9188926841299832665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/02/stepping-ahead.html' title='Stepping Ahead!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S3IrlzRD5mI/AAAAAAAAAf8/IbcKKqaBddQ/s72-c/2358353884_4fb0f14bd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8777057578006502646</id><published>2010-02-01T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:58:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish to be a Wild Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S2eg8zHwjZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BqUX1x8LNL8/s1600-h/1669369_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433488441821138322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S2eg8zHwjZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BqUX1x8LNL8/s320/1669369_f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a wild flower and felt it belonged to me,&lt;br /&gt;or was it me dancing in the soliatay breeze,&lt;br /&gt;trying to touch the endless sky,&lt;br /&gt;kissing the sun that nurtures my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a wild flower...wild and pure with untouched serenity,&lt;br /&gt;away from the bustling city life,&lt;br /&gt;thriving in a beautiful countryside.&lt;br /&gt;The winds would have blown through me,&lt;br /&gt;lifting me away from all boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I wish, I could talk to the sun....&lt;br /&gt;to the sky..to the river...to the motherly earth,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I could just be me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is true that in this day and age,&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself lost in the societal haze,&lt;br /&gt;But one fine day your dreams come alive,&lt;br /&gt;and turn you into a wild flower under a new sky :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8777057578006502646?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8777057578006502646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8777057578006502646' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8777057578006502646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8777057578006502646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-to-be-wild-flower.html' title='Wish to be a Wild Flower'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S2eg8zHwjZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BqUX1x8LNL8/s72-c/1669369_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1203976456041423741</id><published>2010-01-26T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:25:28.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need to Move on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S1-wswob3iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/LEWkXZ-up_U/s1600-h/rivers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431253958647340578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S1-wswob3iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/LEWkXZ-up_U/s320/rivers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No one can go back and change a bad beginning, but anyone can start anything anytime and create a successful ending."&lt;br /&gt;After reading this quote today I thought, how exciting it would have been if we had come to this world with a pencil and an eraser...a special eraser that would have given us the power to erase, a day or a moment in life that we would never like to think about ever again, certain misunderstandings that we would like to erase and set them right with the special pencil....everything would have been so easy...but then as every discovery has a demerit, this too would have had one.." no lessons for the future"..."no regrets what so ever"....leading to ultimate self destruction, because sometimes it's very important to recall, all that went wrong and to promise oneself that it would never be repeated, so that by the end of our life, peace, happiness and contentment  become our constant companions.&lt;br /&gt;We want things the way we want them to be, but least do we realise that it's very important to let life flow the way God had willed it to...we humans can work hard and do our best, our mistakes make us learn the difference between right and wrong, each day in our life becomes an important lesson for us, our endeavours make our destiny unfold like a soft flower that wants to capture the maximum amount of happy rays of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Life and everything that happens during its course is important...we need to move on....learn from the past mistakes and hope while working hard to carve out a great future ahead...what would happen or has happened ..."had to happen"....we need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a perennial river, it cannot afford to stand still and stagnate...the moment it does..it's the end of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1203976456041423741?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1203976456041423741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1203976456041423741' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1203976456041423741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1203976456041423741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-need-to-move-on.html' title='We Need to Move on....'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S1-wswob3iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/LEWkXZ-up_U/s72-c/rivers1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4818432270289907299</id><published>2010-01-18T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:22:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carved Imprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S1Ulf4Ta8EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/01C0_sASATY/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428286155485016130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S1Ulf4Ta8EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/01C0_sASATY/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when all of a sudden while walking on the set path of life, you feel as if there should have been another set of footprints right next to you, then one fine day you meet someone who might give you company , but then the problem arises that this someone doesn't completely fit into the frame you had carved out in your mind, right from the day you just started walking on the path..........&lt;br /&gt;How different is reality from the world that thrives in our heart and flashes on our minds eye..&lt;br /&gt;One fine day there would be someone who would just click and woof there would be stars, clouds, and the universe would start dancing around trees........lol!&lt;br /&gt;We and our dreams and the way life moulds them into reality. Maybe we don't get the exact copy of what we want in life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life just changes its mind and blesses us with something even better :)&lt;br /&gt;You never know!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking through my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a flash of light...&lt;br /&gt;Someone peeped in and settled in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I knew I had been waiting for long..&lt;br /&gt;then why is it that it still looks, like a shadow unknown?&lt;br /&gt;As dreams got dipped, in the morning of my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;a faint smile appeared and gladly took me along,&lt;br /&gt;and then I saw what I had overlooked it seemed...&lt;br /&gt;A fresh ray had set in.....it was a new dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4818432270289907299?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4818432270289907299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4818432270289907299' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4818432270289907299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4818432270289907299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/01/carved-imprints.html' title='The Carved Imprints'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S1Ulf4Ta8EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/01C0_sASATY/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-9174823729715096933</id><published>2010-01-11T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:07:56.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S0vpbCERIDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bgLV8d5v6ek/s1600-h/n3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686826718404658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S0vpbCERIDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bgLV8d5v6ek/s320/n3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winds of change are blowing,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the change.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the change.&lt;br /&gt;A knock can be heard, at the door of my life,&lt;br /&gt;something has changed or something just might!&lt;br /&gt;As I looked out eagerly, I got a big surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Life was walking my way, with its arms open wide :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-9174823729715096933?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/9174823729715096933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=9174823729715096933' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9174823729715096933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9174823729715096933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/01/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change !'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S0vpbCERIDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bgLV8d5v6ek/s72-c/n3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-684539334060115037</id><published>2010-01-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:19:11.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind a tough exterior..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S0QAP7UMRYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cb6uVZvJ0A8/s1600-h/HG1413_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423460124881339778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S0QAP7UMRYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cb6uVZvJ0A8/s320/HG1413_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I drove through the fog, objects became visible on coming closer, it was like walking through a row of white curtains, after passing every curtain something new is revealed. Life is just like a drive through thick fog, very dense indeed, it brings you face to face with facts that you were never familiar with. Though we are human beings it becomes very difficult for us to understand another human, but as time passes we get to know people well.&lt;br /&gt;We meet many people in our day to day life, of which some are friendly and some seem really rude, but one thing that's common between every human being, is that somewhere everyone has a soft corner, but since we function on the logic of face value , we are never able to explore the softness behind certain tough exteriors..is it that they look tough or is it we who are blinded by wrong perception. I remember watching ", home alone"in which the protagonist was scared of a man who looked like a wicked fellow, his cousins used to narrate all sorts of stories about the man, but by the end of the movie we get to know that the man was a very kind soul, someone whom the boy instantly took a liking to, after he got to know how kind the old man was.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason may be , but the best part is not to pass judgement , you never know when life proves you wrong .&lt;br /&gt;All of us are puppets in the hands of situations that make us react the way we do. Humanity is a beautiful puzzle and we never know when a part gets connected and clicks the right chord inturn simplifying the puzzle of our life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-684539334060115037?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/684539334060115037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=684539334060115037' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/684539334060115037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/684539334060115037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-tough-exterior.html' title='Behind a tough exterior..'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/S0QAP7UMRYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cb6uVZvJ0A8/s72-c/HG1413_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1785539068789498473</id><published>2009-12-30T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:43:39.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choicest Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SzwrXz7u16I/AAAAAAAAAdw/TY82xSgqkY8/s1600-h/3117438163_3661ab9283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421255739524962210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SzwrXz7u16I/AAAAAAAAAdw/TY82xSgqkY8/s320/3117438163_3661ab9283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is the last day of 2009, can we recall all that we did in the year that has passed, something productive, non-productive, exciting, new, repetative, monotonous, excellent, beyond expectations, helpful, painful, for bringing a smile, to start a new beginning....there is a looooong list...in a way we got used to 2009 and when today it's time to say goodbye, let's take out time and recall a trail of events that brought a smile or invited a tear to run down our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that we would really want to remember and would love to bring along with us into 2010?? Think about it , because that's something that would turn into a lasting memory :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421256208243998818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SzwrzGDDwGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1bOvZUZf8xI/s320/the-flock-wallpapers_5579_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years would keep passing by, life would move on, but what's important is that each year leaves a pleasant memory that would move on with us and by the end of our journey, a collection of memories would give us company and we would have a reason to smile..a smile of contentment...a smile of fulfillment.. and a smile that would make us complete.&lt;br /&gt;May the coming year and many more leave imprints of beautiful memories and bright sunny days that would bring a lovely shine to our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Very Happy 2010 to all my fellow bloggers, walking hand in hand with your thoughts has been an amazing experience for me, something that I would take along when I enter the years yet to come :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1785539068789498473?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1785539068789498473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1785539068789498473' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1785539068789498473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1785539068789498473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/12/choicest-memories.html' title='The Choicest Memories'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SzwrXz7u16I/AAAAAAAAAdw/TY82xSgqkY8/s72-c/3117438163_3661ab9283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3700935491930897169</id><published>2009-12-21T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:44:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-4HJR_klI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mK4dzVymCaA/s1600-h/14092009215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417751309639979602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-4HJR_klI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mK4dzVymCaA/s320/14092009215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each day ends on a thankful note and settles down in peace, looking forward to a beautiful new beginning. Another page in life, packed with surprises, some that bring a smile and some that make us frown, but there's a surprise hidden every time we turn a new page in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-4B2n4nrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N6o85w7pPuo/s1600-h/14092009214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417751218732179122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-4B2n4nrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N6o85w7pPuo/s320/14092009214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle shower of rain, smears our surroundings with love, joy, peace and happiness...nature has a selfless way of showering numerous blessings...blessings that we should be thankful for...nature teaches us that no matter what happens, life is a responsibility and we have to be responsible enough to make it worth while and to thank the creator for all that he has blessed us with, taking up good examples every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-37rBvI5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/leZJltLjJB8/s1600-h/10092009210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417751112540169106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-37rBvI5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/leZJltLjJB8/s320/10092009210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nature teaches us to be like a rainbow, that glows after a heavy shower, like the grass that looks greener or the tree that holds on to its roots even after being lashed by heavy rains.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-31ffjFMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/l9AzrB7CP5w/s1600-h/10092009209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417751006364767426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-31ffjFMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/l9AzrB7CP5w/s320/10092009209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Examples are not only set by great human beings but also by our surroundings, coz God has left hints everywhere. Even a tiny little sapling teaches us the greatest truth of our life, i.e. "what we sow, we reap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417750858413216914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-3s4VJlJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/DW4-bVxz4Zw/s320/10092009208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a journey, travel in such a way that it runs smooth and your company makes it a beautiful experience for those travelling with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417750656393381698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-3hHv3h0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/mKDYDcaljO0/s320/10092009207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are companions in this journey called life, let's make it a beautiful experience for each other, let nature be our teacher and God our guiding light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417750437380970706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-3UX3PWNI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HbFaVPlVc9A/s320/10092009206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May Everyones life be filled with peace, joy and contentment. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3700935491930897169?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3700935491930897169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3700935491930897169' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3700935491930897169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3700935491930897169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/12/lesson-everywhere.html' title='A Lesson Everywhere!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sy-4HJR_klI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mK4dzVymCaA/s72-c/14092009215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1603964587593929219</id><published>2009-12-17T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:05:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human: A "Logical Being"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SysLLFIaJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/CxvP7cLq7wQ/s1600-h/red-fort-view2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416435261827065842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SysLLFIaJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/CxvP7cLq7wQ/s320/red-fort-view2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you must have seen an ad where people are ridiculed for engraving their names on historical monuments. These are the people for whom the world is their black board where they have a right to scribble anything nonsensical that they want. These people as we all do , pay taxes for the maintenance of the same monuments but don't think twice when they try to harm them...a real foolish act!&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when my principal made the whole of class 12th batch, scrub our tables with a "regmal"on which there were numerous scribbles. At that time we felt it was very thoughtless of her, an unkind act , but later when she gave us a reason , it became a lesson for life.&lt;br /&gt;She said that when we commit a sin, we have to repent, because no one else can do that for us, is it logical that a robber robs a house and his poor parents pay for his deeds....in the same way when we scribble on our desks, the same desks on which we write our exams, we spend the maximum part of our day, is it fair that a carpenter works hard to rectify our mistake and then again when we come back from our vacations we damage them conviniently!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that day each one of us scrubbed our desk and found them all polished and new when we came back from our vacations....we didn't damage them again because we had learnt our lesson!&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people don't feel responsible towards the property outside their homes, I'd like to ask such people, what would happen if a group of monkeys are left in their house and they tamper with their property...how would it feel? This is something one should really think about.&lt;br /&gt;We are humans, God has given us something called logic and reasoning, he has asked us to use it in order to lead a good life, then why is it that sometimes our acts just don't portray us as logical beings??&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to where we began..the historical monuments...a precious part of our history...a special part of the memories related to the golden past of our land..a witness that saw a nation in making...what right do we have to engrave nonsensical stuff on our monuments and what would we get out of it??&lt;br /&gt;When we enter a monument we feel like a part of history, it's a different experience and a soulful one, observing the walls we get to know about the architecture of those times, the way everything was brilliantly designed, the arches, the floor, the grand entrance, we follow the details and all of a sudden our eyes fall on a ugly engraving on one of the walls.."Seema loves Himesh"!!!! God! why does Seema have to ruin a precious piece of history to love Himesh????There are loads of such unsolved queries, I wish we could make them repair the walls, so that they learn a lesson for life, it would have made their engraved love all the more stronger ;)&lt;br /&gt;If we do not think about harming our personal property, what right do we have to harm something that belongs to the nation...It's shameful and an extremely selfish behaviour and it's hightime that such people realise their mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Freinds, life is a journey and each day is a lesson. It's important to learn good things and to abandon the bad ones on the last station that we've already left. We all make mistakes, but those who learn from their mistakes, are the ones who have lived life in the real sense, because it's only then can the world be made a better place.&lt;br /&gt;Once someone asked me to define success..... According to me, the person whose conscience gives him/her a clean chit by the end of the day, is the one who has been most successful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1603964587593929219?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1603964587593929219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1603964587593929219' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1603964587593929219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1603964587593929219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/12/human-logical-being.html' title='Human: A &quot;Logical Being&quot;'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SysLLFIaJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/CxvP7cLq7wQ/s72-c/red-fort-view2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6459685149555391831</id><published>2009-12-10T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:25:59.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SyG64q0f_zI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vuvf1CjKeuM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413813709805977394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SyG64q0f_zI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vuvf1CjKeuM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all look forward to whats going to happen next. When we start going to school, we look forward to play in the activity room, when we move ahead, we look forward to becoming seniors and during all this, we look forward to weekends, picnics and loads and loads of fun, then finally we reach the senior classes and look forward to the carefree college days and finally we realise that the world inside the school was much more safer, comfortable and carefree. In college we manage our pocket money, crave for more, save money for a ticket to a movie and for a cup of coffee at barista, which is a special visit that comes in turns, where one orders and the rest enjoy. The blessed pooling in is also a part of the activity.Finally we look forward to a good job, so that we can have money to enjoy ourselves. College days get over and we enter the work place, we get money but no time to spend it, friends get busy and thus a preoccupied life comes into being, we miss the days spend at college, thats also when we look forward to a good partner and after that a happy family. Responsibilities keep piling up and we start looking forward to a carefree life once again.&lt;br /&gt;As it is a fact and an inevitable one, that we do get old, at this point of time, we have money and time but our energy level dips a bit lower than we ever expected it to be. But we don't stop looking forward....&lt;br /&gt;We human beings have a tendency to look forward to whats coming up next which is not a bad idea at all, because life is about going on, but sometimes it's also very important to stop and think about the present and enjoy the moment, and enjoy it in such a way that it feels that we have captured time in our palms. Remember the last time when you enjoyed your day, gripping it in your palm and dancing to its tune. Its important to look ahead but its also important to be able to dance to the tune of the present, after all its a happy present that would open passages for a happier tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to a better tomorrow on the soft petals of a beautiful today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6459685149555391831?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6459685149555391831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6459685149555391831' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6459685149555391831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6459685149555391831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SyG64q0f_zI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vuvf1CjKeuM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-9057141315330925079</id><published>2009-12-04T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:21:01.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SxnebpJw5YI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xza0__nNVpE/s1600-h/6e4fe8a7b0a9cd73dde6b1a4a926fe4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411600993747002754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SxnebpJw5YI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xza0__nNVpE/s320/6e4fe8a7b0a9cd73dde6b1a4a926fe4d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes life just makes you feel so nostalgic that you tend to question yourself..."am I living life or am I just thinking about it?" It's wierd isn't it ?But that's whats beautiful about life, it spreads new roads in front of us and makes us miss the journey we've just covered.&lt;br /&gt;Anything can trigger off nostalgia, even the very thought of certain things brings a smile on our face. We meet strangers and discover a similarity that reminds us of someone, a particular fragrance, or the roads that we have crossed as kids, a familiar warmth or just a familiar smile, a simple post or just a sparkle in someones eyes....&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia knows how to define a moment and fetch us a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I heard a song,&lt;br /&gt;and thus a chord was struck,&lt;br /&gt;an affectionate feeling rose within,&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of a long lost bond,&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and felt it seep through,&lt;br /&gt;it went and settled on my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I bat an eyelid and a smile streached out,&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic it was,&lt;br /&gt;Memory of a nostalgic past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-9057141315330925079?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/9057141315330925079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=9057141315330925079' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9057141315330925079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9057141315330925079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SxnebpJw5YI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xza0__nNVpE/s72-c/6e4fe8a7b0a9cd73dde6b1a4a926fe4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5282453941349324776</id><published>2009-11-29T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:47:17.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SxNY9d8J5vI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UXdmUAXCuNQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409765390434297586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SxNY9d8J5vI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UXdmUAXCuNQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;With soft, brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and rosy little cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother used to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;after every filling meal,&lt;br /&gt;thank God my girl, for he is the one,&lt;br /&gt;who gives us everything to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A believe so strong had been engraved in the little ones heart,&lt;br /&gt;She thanked God whenever she ate to the contentment of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it so happened, that the mother went away on some work,&lt;br /&gt;she didnt realise that back home she was leaving a hungry girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl woke up from her sleep,&lt;br /&gt;and rubbed her rosy cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;and called out to her mother,&lt;br /&gt;who was no where to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl cried that she was hungry and wanted to have some food,&lt;br /&gt;no one was there to hear her call, no one to serve her food.&lt;br /&gt;then she remembered what mother had said and prayed to God in a jiffy,&lt;br /&gt;and there came a delicious plate, filled with the tastiest delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl opened her eyes and thanked God for his blessings,&lt;br /&gt;she enjoyed each morsel in the plate and was as happy as she could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worried mother returned back from work, thinking how hungry her daughter must be,&lt;br /&gt;she hasn't had a thing since early morning, oh how terrible it must be.&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door and found the child playing with her toys,&lt;br /&gt;happy she looked, a contented soul and flashed a beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry my child, that in my hurry, I left you hungry at home,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what would you like to eat, it would be made in a go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you mom, but today, I directly asked God for food,&lt;br /&gt;since you were not there to take it from him,&lt;br /&gt;he gave it to me without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such was the faith of the little girl that she made a miracle happen,&lt;br /&gt;a shocked mother could not understand what her child had eaten.&lt;br /&gt;She bowed down in prayers and thanked the Lord for all his wonderful blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Its faith and a strong one that got their life going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, its important to believe and keep the belief alive,&lt;br /&gt;God is there to watch over us, throughout our blessed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5282453941349324776?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5282453941349324776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5282453941349324776' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5282453941349324776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5282453941349324776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SxNY9d8J5vI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UXdmUAXCuNQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7380878169173802164</id><published>2009-11-22T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:24:52.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SwnxD7fqfaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0BdoPiWsbj8/s1600/70CCA40YYPFCA2H28AHCAUYS2A2CACPT7YOCAY0E4MVCAA9YVFXCA6W1VO6CAL0AWVDCAFRSY7FCAHOC96ZCAFPKAW2CAQ8Z15ECA3HXPN4CA390FZ5CA5E98GJCAKXALAOCAE1ALXJCAUI4BZ2CA1ZM5PZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407117877447392674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SwnxD7fqfaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0BdoPiWsbj8/s320/70CCA40YYPFCA2H28AHCAUYS2A2CACPT7YOCAY0E4MVCAA9YVFXCA6W1VO6CAL0AWVDCAFRSY7FCAHOC96ZCAFPKAW2CAQ8Z15ECA3HXPN4CA390FZ5CA5E98GJCAKXALAOCAE1ALXJCAUI4BZ2CA1ZM5PZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt like, drilling someones mind and filling it up with some sense till the brim, so that the next time they can differentiate between right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have....&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, when a senseless being brought his car from the wrong side and stopped in front of mine and then gave me a big stare.....&lt;br /&gt;Yeh! The common stare that women drivers often get after being seen through the global perspective that says "women cannot drive". Let me tell these people that there are bad drivers in both the categories both male and female, so they can stop blowing their trumpet...and what's that sans audacity, sans shame, sans everything STARE for...firstly you commit a mistake and then you portray as if the whole world is wrong except for you....from when did the govt. give permission to drive on the wrong side??????&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes, there is something called an apology which if difficult to be poured out can be seen through the looks..... but no..... why should one even look apologetic when one has the universal, "I am the King" kinda "&lt;strong&gt;stare&lt;/strong&gt;"....Sorry but that stare just makes me think of one thing, "brake those headlights!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh God!!! May be I'm just over reacting, thanks for bearing with me friends but this is quite a sorry state when one comes to think of it. Thousands of people are killed in road accidents, a majority is killed because of someone elses fault, because such people don't take driving seriously...I see kids on bikes, driving at top speed......the people who are to be blamed for it are the ones who allow their kids such liberty, they don't even understand that this liberty can cost an innocent his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;We blame the government for everything that goes wrong, but do we have a count of how many time we break the laws made by the same government for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;Every person takes up a big responsibility in their hands when they drive, a responsibility not only for their safety but for the safety of all those who are there on the road...be it other cars, pedestrians, animals or anything that they encounter...if they can't drive responsibily, I request such people not to drive at all!&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what my friends grandma who too was a great driver told her when she started driving,"think that you are the only responsible person who has to save herself and everyone else on the road, drive with such a thought in your mind, you'd be alert and won't let problems come your way"...but again when others are so irresponsible that like superman they come out of no where and land in front of you and gave you that, "Oh! God!She doesn't even know how to drive kinds look" what do you do....Well nothing much..JUST STARE BACK AT THEM....Grrrr....Hmmmmffffff!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7380878169173802164?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7380878169173802164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7380878169173802164' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7380878169173802164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7380878169173802164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/11/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SwnxD7fqfaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0BdoPiWsbj8/s72-c/70CCA40YYPFCA2H28AHCAUYS2A2CACPT7YOCAY0E4MVCAA9YVFXCA6W1VO6CAL0AWVDCAFRSY7FCAHOC96ZCAFPKAW2CAQ8Z15ECA3HXPN4CA390FZ5CA5E98GJCAKXALAOCAE1ALXJCAUI4BZ2CA1ZM5PZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8474355146668818795</id><published>2009-11-15T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:35:35.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Parametre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SwD22BuwidI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TTZ-c7wpysU/s1600/1107500750_4d9bf223da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404590960882518482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SwD22BuwidI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TTZ-c7wpysU/s320/1107500750_4d9bf223da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beauty is what lies within, deep inside. Many people think that they qualify in the art of analysing what being beautiful is all about, all of us know what the common analysis says, but today I'd like to explore what true beauty looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dirty child, sitting on a pavement, with her mother working on a construction site nearby, the child unaware of her surroundings, picks up a piece of rock that she finds and starts scribbling something on mud, a faint smile appears on her parched lips, which lights up, contagiously making the onlooker smile.......that's called beauty. A light that makes one so transparent that the other can see our soul smile with all its heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person crossing a road, comes back midway and helps an old woman cross. The old woman holds the strangers hand confidently and completes the task successfully, which otherwise would have been a gruelling affair. The smile of gratitude that appears is a sign of understanding beauty thats amazingly humane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little kid, ready to embrace the night, caressed by the innumerable stories poured over by an angel that brought him in this world,what can be more beautiful for the child than the source in whose affectionate cradel his imagination leaps with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart filled with love, closed to what others think about its exterior, happy with itself, climbs up the pedestal of positivity, is indeed an epitome of true beauty, coz its thoughts reflect on the mirror visible to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, true beauty is what thrives within, it's what makes us feel beautiful, its about the way we feel...true beauty cannot be analysed by what people think about us, it can only be measured by the way we feel about ourselves and others, it reflects in our endeavours and paints our life in the mutiple hues of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8474355146668818795?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8474355146668818795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8474355146668818795' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8474355146668818795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8474355146668818795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-parametre.html' title='The Right Parametre'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SwD22BuwidI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TTZ-c7wpysU/s72-c/1107500750_4d9bf223da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6456248190223431537</id><published>2009-11-13T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:06:40.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sv4pUrTtRgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GU58a_Hp6Xk/s1600-h/india_children_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403802038090679810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sv4pUrTtRgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GU58a_Hp6Xk/s320/india_children_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403801944135927538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sv4pPNTJhvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-BPuPVVZVII/s320/paa_den_anden_side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403801841481820146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sv4pJO4gJ_I/AAAAAAAAAbc/sa3jjBLl-Ps/s320/443_Childrens_Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I often think, what would it had been like if my parents would'nt have been there for me. My mom brought me in this world,My dad held my hand and taught me how to walk , they taught me the value of education, of love, of peace and most importantly the value of respect, respect that I should give others and respect that I would get in return&lt;br /&gt;On this Children's day, my mind feels restless at the thought that, what would it be like without parents, what would it be like for the kids who are left alone when they are very young and are not cared for at all.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a teacher, the wisest teacher from whom one can learn a valuable lesson each day.A lesson that would help us learn to respect and value those who have always been there for us and love and care for those who have no one to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;How difficult is it to smile when we look at someone, we never know whose heart we would touch by doing so, healing innumerable wounds that must be within them.&lt;br /&gt;Its not difficult at all to spread love and happiness among those who have nothing and no one to call their own. It doesn't take long to wipe a tear when it comes rolling down from a bleeding heart, coz the moment you wipe it, you help someone smile.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long to say "I care" , be it anyone, even someone with whom you spend most of your time, sometimes small words lead to the strongest bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this children's day I send my love to all the kids who have been brought down on the soft feathers of angels. May their tears be wiped by a loving heart and may their life be full of happiness and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;May a beautiful smile settle on their lips to adorn them forever.&lt;br /&gt;God, where there is darkness, help us to spread light!&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6456248190223431537?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6456248190223431537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6456248190223431537' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6456248190223431537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6456248190223431537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sv4pUrTtRgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GU58a_Hp6Xk/s72-c/india_children_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-418477030082694247</id><published>2009-11-10T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:19:13.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance in the Rain :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Svo3TWEfmJI/AAAAAAAAAac/4HXdbWUdRC0/s1600-h/05.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402691508465801362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Svo3TWEfmJI/AAAAAAAAAac/4HXdbWUdRC0/s320/05.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Svo31wk5nxI/AAAAAAAAAas/-zkIaZEjbPs/s1600-h/1632328a962b09258c68d598e80df5e3e46e813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402692099696598802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Svo31wk5nxI/AAAAAAAAAas/-zkIaZEjbPs/s320/1632328a962b09258c68d598e80df5e3e46e813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;em&gt;" Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning to dance in the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What do we do when we go to the market? We buy things that we need. Can anyone force us to buy anything we don't want to? No one can do that, because we know that the things we do not need would be an unnecessary burden for us, a total waste of time, money and efforts, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Life my friends functions on a similar pattern, like we can't choose what all a market would have when we go out for shopping, in the same way we can't choose what life has in store for us, but like we can pick the good things in the market, thinks that we need, things that would be of use , in life we can pick the things that make us happy and by doing so we can make our life worth each while. Unnecessary stress, negative thoughts and apprehensions are a burden, they make us feel heavier and stop us from enjoying our stay in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Like unnecessary things make our shopping bag heavy in the same way unnecessary negative thoughts pull us down and stop us from living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact that we all face tough situations in life, but it's important not to be bogged down.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer yourself up, do something special for the people you care, think out of the box and make life stress free, afterall we do enjoy dancing in the rain ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-418477030082694247?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/418477030082694247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=418477030082694247' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/418477030082694247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/418477030082694247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-in-rain.html' title='Dance in the Rain :)'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Svo3TWEfmJI/AAAAAAAAAac/4HXdbWUdRC0/s72-c/05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2382712139710424272</id><published>2009-11-02T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:47:24.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Spiro Spero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Su-XBtCeC2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/qrmTuGwryuU/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399700533766130530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Su-XBtCeC2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/qrmTuGwryuU/s320/bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Dum Spiro Spero-while I breathe I hope", hope, what is there in this word that hangs on till the last breath?What is there in this word that makes one lose it and then regain? Why do we hope till we can hope no more? Why do they say that it is hope that holds the world together?&lt;br /&gt;We hope and pray and pray and hope, every end leads to a beginning, and then again its hope that leads us to the things for which we had been hoping. Hope is the chord that grips us from the start and holds on till the very end, and its when we stop hoping that there appears a blackout called a deadend. Its just impossible to imagine what life would be without hope, coz its hope that takes us further in life and hope that does'nt let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bird, a tiny thing that used to sit on a tree,&lt;br /&gt;A cozy nest, a safe abode and everything else she pleased,&lt;br /&gt;Though she had a lot in life but no one was there to share,&lt;br /&gt;She used to sing a song of hope each day with sadness and despair.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day she sang and sang and sang with all her heart,&lt;br /&gt;A prayer it was, a prayer of hope, a prayer to soothe her heart,&lt;br /&gt;She heard a flutter on the branch across, and stopped singing in disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;There he was, a hunk for sure, with beak as red as it could be,&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at her and shook his feathers and threw the smile across,&lt;br /&gt;With charming looks and husky voice, he announced his love for her,&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't sing so well my dear but happy I would be,&lt;br /&gt;If you can sing the rest of the song with me on an evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;A wish fulfilled, a life complete, thats the way of it goes,&lt;br /&gt;for the ones that never say no................ not even to a dying hope.&lt;br /&gt;From then they sang a happy song, a song of a wish fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;They did'nt let go of the song of hope which gave them a  new beginning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2382712139710424272?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2382712139710424272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2382712139710424272' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2382712139710424272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2382712139710424272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/11/dum-spiro-spero.html' title='Dum Spiro Spero'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Su-XBtCeC2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/qrmTuGwryuU/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4424071731679479791</id><published>2009-10-22T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:49:53.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day in Shimla</title><content type='html'>As a journey comes to an end theres always a hurry to fly back to ones nest, afterall home is where the world is, nothing can take the place of our comfort zone, our home, our space, where everything gives us a sense of belonging, right from the bent in the street to the gate that welcomes us with open arms :) But there was something that was still waiting for me in Shimla, it knew that I couldn't leave the royal destination without getting a royal touch up..so together we made our way to the famous museum and the Viceroys palace, popularly known as the Viceregal Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCD3s9QvhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/g7uYza1B57I/s1600-h/Image0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395457346574007826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCD3s9QvhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/g7uYza1B57I/s320/Image0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395457888179805474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCEXOmJXSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/u2UpY9gG3ec/s320/Image0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCDfx2ffcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jc5DmfS6Pz4/s1600-h/Image0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456935570931138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCDfx2ffcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jc5DmfS6Pz4/s320/Image0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCDRunQpvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nSntZgZM5t4/s1600-h/Image0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456694183569138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCDRunQpvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nSntZgZM5t4/s320/Image0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCDF8iIg1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/3rkCCn3P4dY/s1600-h/Image0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456491761730386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCDF8iIg1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/3rkCCn3P4dY/s320/Image0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCEg-JsNhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ec4gsi5ygBc/s1600-h/Image0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395458055564178962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCEg-JsNhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ec4gsi5ygBc/s320/Image0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCEDpwszEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0Nn1-ieZsvM/s1600-h/Image0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395457551874444354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCEDpwszEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0Nn1-ieZsvM/s320/Image0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCMOywUm2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/nd9qQ0BJmD4/s1600-h/Image0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395466539360361314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCMOywUm2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/nd9qQ0BJmD4/s320/Image0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queen Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCCq4SZ6LI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uwao99fnYLQ/s1600-h/Image0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456026765551794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCCq4SZ6LI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uwao99fnYLQ/s320/Image0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCCytFhYEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0PpFyyBakRY/s1600-h/Image0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456161197678658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCCytFhYEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0PpFyyBakRY/s320/Image0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Viceroys palace used to serve as the capital for the Viceroy in summers during the British Era. After independence, the Lodge remained the summer retreat of the President of India. In the early 60s the President of India, Dr. S. Radhakrishnan, a leading philosopher and writer, and the Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru decided to make it a scholars’ den where the best minds would find an ideal retreat. That’s when the Indian Institute of Advanced Study moved into the Lodge in 1965. Some of the interiors had to be changed to accommodate the needs of the Institute. The state drawing room, ballroom, and dining room, for example, have been converted into a library; the Viceroy’s office is now the IIAS Director’s office; and the conference hall is now a seminar room for research scholars.Without the large contingent of Viceregal attendants and the resources, the ambience of this large estate is very different from what it used to be in the days of the Raj. "&lt;br /&gt;"This rambling Scottish baronial edifice was designed by Henry Irvine, architect to the Public Works Department of the colonial government in India. The south facing entrance portico sees the visitor into the reception hall.The hall is marked by a grand staircase which springs from the right and spirals up three full floors. Facing the main entrance is the grand fireplace.A gallery with well-appointed teak panelling is the central space of the building around which the other rooms are arranged.The state drawing room, ballroom, and the wood-panelled dining room – decorated with coats of arms of former Governor-Generals and Viceroys – lead to the gallery at the lower level.Verandas and terraces surround the entire building at different levels. Those at the lower level link the lodge to the magnificent grounds while those on other floors provide superb views of mountains. Way back in 1888 this Lodge had electric light – when nobody else in Shimla did – and, would you believe it, an indoor tennis court!The lodge had extensive facilities including huge kitchens; separate rooms for storing table linen, plates, china and glass; laundry; boilers for central heating and running hot and cold water in the bathrooms.Pretty much as in Delhi’s Viceregal Palace, the Viceroy hosted lavish parties and entertained the royal princes and nawabs (governors in the Mughal Empire) in style."&lt;br /&gt;It surely was a royal encounter, some places speak through their architecture and this is one of them, it took me to the times when India was still in the making, an infant trying to walk its way to Independence, today I can proudly say that my country has come a long way, there are many things that need change but its progress through the years cannot be denied. My land today has given me the opportunity to hold my head high and enjoy the beauty of a place which would otherwise had been out of my reach.&lt;br /&gt;India has been a home for innumerable cultures and has blended the goodness of all, the different architectures, be it British, Mughal or traditional Indian, every brick laid by the great artists is a masterpiece of its own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCG6uHbbfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/q1ctcZv4tIc/s1600-h/Image0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395460696959577586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCG6uHbbfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/q1ctcZv4tIc/s320/Image0291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCIcx3EG3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Q_Z2g2yhZxs/s1600-h/Image0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395462381591862130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCIcx3EG3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Q_Z2g2yhZxs/s320/Image0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCJCzwW1gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mTs88reZ3-U/s1600-h/Image0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395463034935629314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCJCzwW1gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mTs88reZ3-U/s320/Image0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCJYiCTmjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-8qxCc9LD14/s1600-h/Image0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395463408136198706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCJYiCTmjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-8qxCc9LD14/s320/Image0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCJskzEfkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wMhS7epVVig/s1600-h/Image0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395463752474984002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCJskzEfkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wMhS7epVVig/s320/Image0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCKGs1-TvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OYbpww49KPg/s1600-h/Image0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395464201311244018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCKGs1-TvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OYbpww49KPg/s320/Image0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCKWPQYoQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zUJph7icTaM/s1600-h/Image0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395464468246864130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCKWPQYoQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zUJph7icTaM/s320/Image0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from the Viceregal Lodge, I visited the Shimla State Museum, which houses a huge collection of magnificent paintings, sculptures, coins, handicrafts and photos.&lt;br /&gt;From there I took off, tracing my steps back home.&lt;br /&gt;However high an eagle may fly, it settles on its nest by the end of the day, and as I hit the plains from my flight to the beautiful mountains, I could feel the comfort of coming back home, as a caravan does once it reaches its destination.&lt;br /&gt;The next day my drive from office and back was not the same, something had changed....for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4424071731679479791?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4424071731679479791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4424071731679479791' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4424071731679479791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4424071731679479791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day-in-shimla.html' title='The last day in Shimla'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SuCD3s9QvhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/g7uYza1B57I/s72-c/Image0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8696199738496134554</id><published>2009-10-13T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:23:08.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Serene Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StR7nVHN4LI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dYki8qdRlz0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392070569481855154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StR7nVHN4LI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dYki8qdRlz0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; After disengaging myself from the authentic feel of the Indian coffee house, I started moving towards the main stretch of the mall road, where a serene beauty caught my eyes…it was a beautiful church which gave the hustle bustle of the market place a unique sanctity, it was an image of peace .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StR7eASuVyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LcpuP1AF2f4/s1600-h/Image0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392070409274152738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StR7eASuVyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LcpuP1AF2f4/s320/Image0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world where we are so caught up with the daily ride in the maniacal galore of our lives, God blesses our heart with a unique calm that we discover when we find ourselves at peace, this is God’s way of saying “I’m there”.&lt;br /&gt;But what was that!! All of a sudden I could hear a joyous sound of music, it came from a source where I could see numerous faces twinkle with a smile as they moved, swinging to the tune of dholaks- It was the day of Dushera ..the smile on the faces of the people and the great festive spirit were quite contagious. Wherever we may be, we can always manage to find a festive chord that reminds us of celebrations back home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7256d4bd99946b91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7256d4bd99946b91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B3FDB1E52198E6F2429D9B1B141051F433EA624.46E35C4EA7B5812396491CC336508E21376D144%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7256d4bd99946b91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj7lS12QFeWgbo9g73XcSfJtQJtE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7256d4bd99946b91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B3FDB1E52198E6F2429D9B1B141051F433EA624.46E35C4EA7B5812396491CC336508E21376D144%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7256d4bd99946b91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj7lS12QFeWgbo9g73XcSfJtQJtE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Though the sound cannot be heard due to some error, the vibes of celebration are quite stirring .)&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/2122271937706951870-8696199738496134554?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8696199738496134554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8696199738496134554' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8696199738496134554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8696199738496134554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/10/serene-beauty.html' title='A Serene Beauty'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StR7nVHN4LI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dYki8qdRlz0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7856519014582184550</id><published>2009-10-11T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:55:27.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 continues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGcZ1Pmp1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/OWd2jYr5Jjk/s1600-h/Image0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391262196542383954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGcZ1Pmp1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/OWd2jYr5Jjk/s320/Image0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day began with a nice cup of strong coffee and a steaming dosa at the Indian coffee house...it too had a legacy retained in its preindependence look.A comfortable place with a sprinkle of intelligentsia on every table...it was quite a unique experience..the aroma of coffee mixed with the interesting look on the faces around me gave a pampered feel to the greys in me, it was as if the great Indian leaders were discussing what was to be the future of our country, a life free from bondage....I, a mere observer made my way to the mall road about to come across a lot many interesting things that danced on my imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGdJN39GuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ahDAekat1hA/s1600-h/Mall_road_shimla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391263010607930082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGdJN39GuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ahDAekat1hA/s320/Mall_road_shimla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyjlQfyhzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/v4kOy1tvI9g/s1600-h/Mall_road_shimla.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This pic has been browsed from the net as I clicked the mall at night.All the other pics have been taken by me.) My steps took me towards the mall road. "The mall road is a promenade constructed during the British rule, and is the key attraction of Shimla."Its a broad streach with shops on both sides .... most buildings in shimla still remind one of the British era...its amazing how the old world charm blends with the new, making the experience a unique one. The smell of delicious food from the various outlets gave a delicious aroma to the surrounding. The mall road was brimming with life....the excitement had just begun... As I strolled on the mall road I came across an exhibition put up by the the Sahitya Kala Academy Delhi..It was quite a treat coz arts for me has been like a favourite sibling ...I stepped in to relish the beauty that man invented through his imagination...while nature waited outside, its man made imprints danced before my eyes.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyiLyLM0CI/AAAAAAAAATs/9a2ypXwxu7M/s1600-h/Image0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Ssyi6M4YCGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1zIXm_pqm_g/s1600-h/Image0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Ssyh93xD99I/AAAAAAAAATk/N5goNd8ZanI/s1600-h/Image0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbArACyYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nC0ZDDDvBLk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391260664784406914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbArACyYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nC0ZDDDvBLk/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbN6uuPGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OlwZC8yub24/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391260892345023586" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbN6uuPGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OlwZC8yub24/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbSLoFSVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HW020Gzk5gQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391260965600053586" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbSLoFSVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HW020Gzk5gQ/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbFxdLxtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/V-g8U8VQp8w/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391260752416589522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbFxdLxtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/V-g8U8VQp8w/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyhznJpNcI/AAAAAAAAATc/XSxuQHq82p8/s1600-h/Image0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Ssyhmo8bCmI/AAAAAAAAATU/ZZc4TN5Nvq4/s1600-h/Image0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbKB32mUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZYX2EIldirE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391260825542891842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbKB32mUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZYX2EIldirE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbWD_30pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TqDY2H2hZsA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391261032271827602" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbWD_30pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TqDY2H2hZsA/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsygN6YNIwI/AAAAAAAAATM/DDzyh7vkEX8/s1600-h/Image0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyiLyLM0CI/AAAAAAAAATs/9a2ypXwxu7M/s1600-h/Image0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbaaVUhzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vgrwPe5BBOQ/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391261106986846002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGbaaVUhzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vgrwPe5BBOQ/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGcenXThOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Nf0tiR4pbCo/s1600-h/Image0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391262278715933922" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGcenXThOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Nf0tiR4pbCo/s320/Image0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Ssyf7_PYN7I/AAAAAAAAATE/Ib6HyeBvrjE/s1600-h/Image0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyfmKO1KMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/65vxOQn6ZgE/s1600-h/Image0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Ssyi6M4YCGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1zIXm_pqm_g/s1600-h/Image0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next stop was marked by a serene beauty..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7856519014582184550?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7856519014582184550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7856519014582184550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7856519014582184550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7856519014582184550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-2-continues.html' title='Day 2 continues....'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StGcZ1Pmp1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/OWd2jYr5Jjk/s72-c/Image0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-9004349013136698788</id><published>2009-10-06T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:13:24.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlUNPxUTiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iIoB5tTrACo/s1600-h/Image0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393434615301295650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlUNPxUTiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iIoB5tTrACo/s320/Image0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next step was a drive to Kufri. "An enjoyable drive through forests and small villages leads to this small but popular station."My first stop was the VIP helipad, I didnt find any big deal in it being a place where VIP helicopters land, but the scenic beauty all around the area was something that I enjoyed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlZLdW_aPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x-m7_PEqjM0/s1600-h/Image0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393440082147371250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlZLdW_aPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x-m7_PEqjM0/s320/Image0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yak- a unique mountain ride) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlZdjhqXmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aSSO6ifmSBc/s1600-h/Image0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlZ9voeSwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QPBhHqpAEBA/s1600-h/Image0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlZtbe8W4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/gQlkV8QIuQQ/s1600-h/Image0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393440665759406978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlZtbe8W4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/gQlkV8QIuQQ/s320/Image0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlaHTVlhEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DsJaBv-mxsk/s1600-h/Image0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393441110249276482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlaHTVlhEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DsJaBv-mxsk/s320/Image0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wild flowers spread their beauty all around the place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove further, we ( me and my family) reached a place where we were asked to take up a ride on the horses to reach several other destinations, as a car wasn't allowed to go any further. Though my brothers were all excited about the ride, my parents showed their reluctance. Company matters however beautiful a place may be. I decided that I would stay back with them, while my brothers would proceed with their ride....and it was indeed a great decision, since in order to make our trip interesting I inquired about the places that we would walk to and got to know that the zoo and the chini bungalow were great places that can be visited, so we started walking, all excited to explore the places.... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlXBWj1UsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VIy_at_BQkI/s1600-h/Image0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393437709500240578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlXBWj1UsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VIy_at_BQkI/s320/Image0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlXcLtDewI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mAsO7LhsURw/s1600-h/Image0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393438170442595074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlXcLtDewI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mAsO7LhsURw/s320/Image0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The beautiful white wolf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo (though did not have too many animals ) was a treat to the eyes and a big hug from nature..it was amazing..a small path, with huge trees on both the sides and big segregated areas for animals with an excellent provision of security...it was just great. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlXXmczuaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SCRYcN7eGrM/s1600-h/Image0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393438091722865058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlXXmczuaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SCRYcN7eGrM/s320/Image0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The tall tress touched the sky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, that even after walking for miles on end, I wasn't as tired as I should have been...maybe the motherly charm of nature had taken care of my well being and its beauty had given my eyes a break from the stiff concrete that I had left behind in the city:)&lt;br /&gt;After a great visit at the zoo, we made our way to the Chini bunglow...the famous place where during the Shimla Agreement, Mrs. Indira Gandhi and Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, the Prime Ministers of India and Pakistan respectively, stayed. After my eyes had feasted on the impeccable beauty of nature, the bunglow didnt have much of an effect on my senses..nonetheless the importance of the place made the visit worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlabAyLSyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k6YCegwyHoI/s1600-h/Image634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393441448866302754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlabAyLSyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k6YCegwyHoI/s320/Image634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is where the horse ride took people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here I was rejoined by the rest of my family who had come back from their horse ride..the stories of their visit made me all the more happy about my decision of staying back ;) a steamy plate of noddles and nice hot cups of tea brought the various experiences and made them dance on a single table....we went back to shimla...the night had a lot to share on the mall road which was brimming with life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-9004349013136698788?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/9004349013136698788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=9004349013136698788' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9004349013136698788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9004349013136698788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/StlUNPxUTiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iIoB5tTrACo/s72-c/Image0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8557006615065046162</id><published>2009-10-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:29:18.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of Hills- Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsypNs3pW3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kmYc6vXd8Jo/s1600-h/Image0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389868906903591794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsypNs3pW3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kmYc6vXd8Jo/s320/Image0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyIOl4c81I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ujhBD8qGeuU/s1600-h/Image0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:30 a.m., the frost settled on the glass of my window, with a sprinkle of dotted lights peeping through it, shimla was still asleep. I , after offering my prayers sat at the corner of the bed , gazing at the world outside, waiting for the sun to rise from its long slumber..I was not the only one gripping each moment with patience, my royal friends, the huge mountains were waiting aswell. As both of us were indulged in the same activity, I started a conversation with the evergreen royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyHvFnubEI/AAAAAAAAASs/KcGenR4lXN4/s1600-h/Image0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389832097088040002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyHvFnubEI/AAAAAAAAASs/KcGenR4lXN4/s320/Image0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know that they had been here for a long time, holding on to the innumerable abodes of humanity. Time passed but they stood still. When I asked them what made them do that though innumerable centuries had passed, they said that its the love of humanity. Love is smeared on the face of nature and seeps down to its heart, its we who exploit it without realising that the depletion of nature, is but the ruin of selfless devotion that humanity has experienced over time immemorial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyHWR3bblI/AAAAAAAAASk/kJrI9O8XuAw/s1600-h/Image0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389831670878400082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyHWR3bblI/AAAAAAAAASk/kJrI9O8XuAw/s320/Image0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a lesson thats well preserved in every corner of its beauty, the small paths made by man on the gigantic face of the mountains made me realise that however difficult life may be, we can always carve out a path and make our way. Its just determination and will that makes the task easy. With the enlightened conversation time passed and the sun made its way towards the sky, spreading its wings to brighten up the world, light fluttered its wings and wiped away the fog and dew left behind by the beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyGqUm9PnI/AAAAAAAAASc/tqFefYReOBA/s1600-h/Image0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389830915700375154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsyGqUm9PnI/AAAAAAAAASc/tqFefYReOBA/s320/Image0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 had a lot more in store...it had just begun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8557006615065046162?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8557006615065046162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8557006615065046162' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8557006615065046162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8557006615065046162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hills-day-2.html' title='The Queen of Hills- Day 2'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsypNs3pW3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kmYc6vXd8Jo/s72-c/Image0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1445698063613553340</id><published>2009-10-04T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:16:11.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of Hills -Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsifSUgXtRI/AAAAAAAAASU/vxkvU8Tdi10/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388732091239740690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsifSUgXtRI/AAAAAAAAASU/vxkvU8Tdi10/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The clock had been regular, regularly monotonous. It was as if life was demanding a change, therefore I like a city bird, fluttered my wings and flew away to the higher attitude, a distant land, to settle and be welcomed by royalty, to have a one on one with Shimla, "The Queen of Hills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719848673814978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsiUJtZMqcI/AAAAAAAAASE/qVSVYYhzFlE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The journey started at four in the morning and it was around late afternoon that I reached my destination. The grandeur of nature tickled my mind and made me realize that beauty is not just about face value....its a beautiful feeling which can be measured with the kind of effect it has on you…and shimla sure casts a spell.After checking into my room, I peeped out of the window, a gust of cool wind embraced me, tickling my nerves and making my hair stand on their ends, it was indeed a spectacular sight. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719441715622114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsiTyBWzcOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lSs1Ior5e38/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Huge mountains wrapped in a dark green cloak, with a faint red hue spread all around. It was magical. I often wonder how nature has such an enchanting effect that soothes our nerves, pumping in a fresh breathe of life. My fidgety city nerves calmed down and settled to experience the close encounter with nature…..It was a moment of transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsiWZpB7bWI/AAAAAAAAASM/33DBuaaIH5M/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388722321403637090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsiWZpB7bWI/AAAAAAAAASM/33DBuaaIH5M/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In came the twilight, slowly waking me up from the fusion of immaculate dreams poured on the canvas of nature which I was witnessing with wide open eyes. The fog settled on my eyelids, making them heavy and cradling me away to sleep…may be the night wanted to have a silent conversation….&lt;br /&gt;Day two was yet to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1445698063613553340?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1445698063613553340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1445698063613553340' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1445698063613553340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1445698063613553340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hills-day-1.html' title='The Queen of Hills -Day 1'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SsifSUgXtRI/AAAAAAAAASU/vxkvU8Tdi10/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1306617399846642623</id><published>2009-09-22T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:59:51.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrmdIT1S78I/AAAAAAAAARk/ICFUx3Y6fmM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384507595586465730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrmdIT1S78I/AAAAAAAAARk/ICFUx3Y6fmM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often feel that certain decisions in our life are not what we wanted them to be, they could have been better or is it that they are for the better?...least do we realise that sometimes when the cord of our life gets entangled, its then that God guides us towards a new path...a path that leads to something thats definately for the better, but we being human feel that life's being unfair.&lt;br /&gt;All of us believe in God, we say that we trust him, but when in pain, inspite of praying we fail to hold on to our trust, we question the Almighty as to why he put us through the test of time and He just keeps smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we get something better, something we could not even imagine and we thank him and caress the cord of trust once again.&lt;br /&gt;He was there throughout, he never gave up on us, he knew he had better plans, while the firmness of our belief swayed in the midst of the chaos generated in our life, through our deeds.&lt;br /&gt;Do we humans really know what trust is all about, or is it just a convinient word for us, which we hold on to firmly when things are right and lose track of it when things don't seem to be going the way we want them to.&lt;br /&gt;Do we know that another word for love is trust or is it just a great feeling for us?&lt;br /&gt;Does our dictionary define everything on the grounds of convinience?&lt;br /&gt;Every prayer is answered, coz God loves us for who we are,he knows what's best for us and this is why he has a better way to answer our prayers.......something thats beyong our imagination :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, for he's about to answer,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, for he's definately there,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on to the cord of trust,&lt;br /&gt;and leave the crutches of despair.&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, for he has better plans,&lt;br /&gt;the ones we cannot percieve,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, for a prayer is answered,&lt;br /&gt;in the best way that it could be.&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, for it might take time,&lt;br /&gt;but each word has been touched with love,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on for God loves you but wants to test your trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1306617399846642623?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1306617399846642623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1306617399846642623' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1306617399846642623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1306617399846642623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-hold-on.html' title='Just Hold On'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrmdIT1S78I/AAAAAAAAARk/ICFUx3Y6fmM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3482314152018530752</id><published>2009-09-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:08:28.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The varied reasons of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrRkBvMXoaI/AAAAAAAAARU/j9fpZ4iEQgA/s1600-h/7ULHCAMGDGFUCAH2PUWWCAEO2X1UCARBO5YBCAV6XG6ICAWXQ9T1CAH6DZVKCANODT5HCAFYBY0WCAB69BPRCAVETCICCAIWNLRFCA6KYY4HCAPABFEWCA6UIE29CALGWMXDCA5R5H4VCAE11SQWCALS5EAZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383037435625578914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrRkBvMXoaI/AAAAAAAAARU/j9fpZ4iEQgA/s320/7ULHCAMGDGFUCAH2PUWWCAEO2X1UCARBO5YBCAV6XG6ICAWXQ9T1CAH6DZVKCANODT5HCAFYBY0WCAB69BPRCAVETCICCAIWNLRFCA6KYY4HCAPABFEWCA6UIE29CALGWMXDCA5R5H4VCAE11SQWCALS5EAZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrRkKXNC6nI/AAAAAAAAARc/BDPtKVTxMkE/s1600-h/DW66CAAWCKRXCA8HRIQCCA2EKZNACAM5E2XOCAPRPE2WCAFKEQ0NCAXGAQZQCAD9Q9NJCA2CUFK9CANS3NQNCAYY5BJUCARDOY5PCAKLPI80CAFWNX8ACAN9AM0ECADKQC75CAM6HTTLCAVMHOZSCA9C6AXK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383037583804787314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrRkKXNC6nI/AAAAAAAAARc/BDPtKVTxMkE/s320/DW66CAAWCKRXCA8HRIQCCA2EKZNACAM5E2XOCAPRPE2WCAFKEQ0NCAXGAQZQCAD9Q9NJCA2CUFK9CANS3NQNCAYY5BJUCARDOY5PCAKLPI80CAFWNX8ACAN9AM0ECADKQC75CAM6HTTLCAVMHOZSCA9C6AXK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is full of reasons and our quest to find them defines life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gives us reasons to laugh, it gives us reasons to cry, it gives us reasons to speak and reasons to abide, it gives us reasons to love and reasons to celebrate, it gives us reasons to remember and reasons to penetrate.&lt;br /&gt;It gives us reasons to recall and reasons to forget and certain wrong decisions give us a reason to regret. Its life and its varied reasons that make a path for us to travel, by choosing the right reasons we make the journey a less of a trouble, and then comes the reason to look back and smile, followed by a reason to be contented with life :)&lt;br /&gt;Today I chose a reason, a reason to celebrate.... the reason was small but the celebration divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3482314152018530752?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3482314152018530752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3482314152018530752' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3482314152018530752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3482314152018530752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/09/varied-reasons-of-life.html' title='The varied reasons of life'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SrRkBvMXoaI/AAAAAAAAARU/j9fpZ4iEQgA/s72-c/7ULHCAMGDGFUCAH2PUWWCAEO2X1UCARBO5YBCAV6XG6ICAWXQ9T1CAH6DZVKCANODT5HCAFYBY0WCAB69BPRCAVETCICCAIWNLRFCA6KYY4HCAPABFEWCA6UIE29CALGWMXDCA5R5H4VCAE11SQWCALS5EAZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7510394948919635689</id><published>2009-09-10T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:07:22.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I lit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sqm-zdk2HzI/AAAAAAAAARM/QCvxeZ2krPA/s1600-h/UCH2CA6OW6XGCANL6Q7XCAWV6XOXCAMZCVP4CA8ELKN0CAVDWQFJCA11IME4CAXW2CVFCATE83S8CAVAHU5DCAZB6KFFCA4KLBTSCAISLB51CADG6XL3CAH95UBCCA21ADW2CASDD9ADCA22A2Q9CAC41JEO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041021192544050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sqm-zdk2HzI/AAAAAAAAARM/QCvxeZ2krPA/s320/UCH2CA6OW6XGCANL6Q7XCAWV6XOXCAMZCVP4CA8ELKN0CAVDWQFJCA11IME4CAXW2CVFCATE83S8CAVAHU5DCAZB6KFFCA4KLBTSCAISLB51CADG6XL3CAH95UBCCA21ADW2CASDD9ADCA22A2Q9CAC41JEO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was dark,&lt;br /&gt;I kept wondering why,&lt;br /&gt;tightly shut with biting rust of time.&lt;br /&gt;It was cold,&lt;br /&gt;as cold as it could be,&lt;br /&gt;a scary chill ran through me.&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling was damp,&lt;br /&gt;and time came to a still,&lt;br /&gt;there at a distance was a locked window sill.&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the dream passed away,&lt;br /&gt;was it a dream or my inner state?&lt;br /&gt;I filled my eyes with the ray that lit my room,&lt;br /&gt;and allowed it to seep, deep within.&lt;br /&gt;when I closed my eyes the very next day,&lt;br /&gt;the doors were ajar,&lt;br /&gt;and destiny lit my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7510394948919635689?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7510394948919635689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7510394948919635689' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7510394948919635689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7510394948919635689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-then-i-lit.html' title='And then I lit'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sqm-zdk2HzI/AAAAAAAAARM/QCvxeZ2krPA/s72-c/UCH2CA6OW6XGCANL6Q7XCAWV6XOXCAMZCVP4CA8ELKN0CAVDWQFJCA11IME4CAXW2CVFCATE83S8CAVAHU5DCAZB6KFFCA4KLBTSCAISLB51CADG6XL3CAH95UBCCA21ADW2CASDD9ADCA22A2Q9CAC41JEO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-919449476887235420</id><published>2009-09-03T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:26:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A small step towards being humane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SqCUML9LFlI/AAAAAAAAARE/WxA3Chhh_eQ/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377460892169082450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SqCUML9LFlI/AAAAAAAAARE/WxA3Chhh_eQ/s320/42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me wonder why is it that being born a human, we tend to forget how important it is to respect humanity, why do we get so busy, that we do not get time to wipe a tear rolling down someones eyes, why is that our colour makes us believe that we are superior than the rest, why do we become intolerant towards someones customs and ridicule them, just because we do not dress up the same way, why is it that caste and creed become higher than the value of human beings, why is it that we being human fail to understand the pain of fellow human beings, why is it that we are so preoccupied with our own self that it makes us feel that we are the only ones who have the right to live, why is it that money becomes more important than the lives of several human beings, why can't a tear be exchanged with a smile, why has humility become such a rare commodity, possessed only by a few.......&lt;br /&gt;History has it that human beings have been the greatest enemies of fellow humans, a brother has killed a brother, a father has been disowned by his sons and a poor man has been illtreated by the rich. Times changed and so did the world but till date the devil seems to work with full force and we abide without raising our voice or putting an end to it.&lt;br /&gt;Among many sections in society, one that is suffering without a reason just for the sake of the selfish gains of a handful are the rare tribes of the world. People of these tribes have a close knit society, with their own laws and a different way of living, they might not be 'civilised' in the conventional sense of the word, but are self sufficient to lead a happy life and far better than the ones who call themselves civilized but indulge in savagery. They are not in touch with the outside world and thats what makes them all the more unique. But for them, as it has been for many others, peace does not have a long life..there have been intrusions from the outside world making it difficult for them to live in their natural habitat. Their numbers are depleting and they are dying of epidemics , because they are not immune to the diseases from the outside world, this is why they immediately catch infection, if exposed to people who do not belong to their tribe ..like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;"Over one hundred tribes in the world choose to reject contact with outsiders. They are the most vulnerable people on the planet. Many of them are living on the run, fleeing invasions of their land by colonists, loggers, oil crews and cattle ranchers. They have often seen their friends and families die at the hands of outsiders in unreported massacres or epidemics.&lt;br /&gt;Terms like stone age and primitive have often been used to justify the persecusion or forced developement of tribal people, the results have always been catastrophic." For them the earth is their mother and they abide by the laws of nature and we the so called developed souls of the world have exploited nature and have ruin natural habitats in the name of developement and the sad part is that the state of our ruthless endeavours has become from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;Today when I hear of people being killed in the name of religion, region, colour...my faith in humanity dwindles all the more, but as they say that after the end of a dark tunnel theres always light, in the same way there are people in the world who are leaving no stone unturned to make this world a better place, and I am happy that I have come across such people and their endeavours have left an everlasting impression on my soul. One such person and a fellow blogger whom I would like to mention is Mr. Maithri ( &lt;a href="http://www.soaringimpulse.com/"&gt;http://www.soaringimpulse.com/&lt;/a&gt;) a medical doctor living in Melbourne Australia. He has indeed been a real angel and has been working to improve the plight of the people in Swaitland.&lt;br /&gt;Swaitland is a country with highest prevalence of HIV in the world, and 10% of its population consists of orphaned children. Through his posts I learnt how if we want and have the will to, we can be the change...a change that can lead to the creation of a happy world, where peace resides and if one is in pain many stand up to be the healing balm.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we are, in whatever part of the world, even if we are concerned about the plight of the people in our neighbourhood and help those who are in need, in any way possible, I am sure that our endeavour would indeed bring a change in society.&lt;br /&gt;When God made this world, he made everything with loads of love and care and now its our duty to retain that love and spread it towards the dark corners..to rekindle life.&lt;br /&gt;"Where theres darkness, let there be light."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-919449476887235420?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/919449476887235420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=919449476887235420' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/919449476887235420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/919449476887235420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-step-towards-being-humane.html' title='A small step towards being humane...'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SqCUML9LFlI/AAAAAAAAARE/WxA3Chhh_eQ/s72-c/42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3091161274896703733</id><published>2009-08-25T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:46:24.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The right side of the window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SpSTwRWxhPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WwZbLBj-kS4/s1600-h/crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374082712861770994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SpSTwRWxhPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WwZbLBj-kS4/s320/crib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SpST3Ju8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4VoblWMjR9M/s1600-h/train+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374082831074747762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SpST3Ju8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4VoblWMjR9M/s320/train+window.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sometimes life seems to be like a parent and we like a child lying in a crib.When we cry, it makes us laugh with its tactics, like parents do when they shake a musical toy in front of a crying infant. Such are the ways of life that every tear is absorbed with a sponge of joy, and sometimes happiness exchanges its place with a pearly bed of tears.When we get too self possessed, its then that life shakes us up, making us realise that there is more to this world than the darkness within,we need to open ourselves in such a way, that when we embrace life, its positivity seeps into our soul, setting a ray of hope inturn lighting up the darkness that ever existed, in a way that our light outshines the rays of the sun. Its easy to be sad, its easy to crib, its easy to blame ourselves or others for our faults, everything that should be kept out of our reach, is kept well within our limits...we do reach out towards negativity and it embraces us in a jiff, but we keep positivity well out of our reach, making it impossible for its light to fall on us. This indeed is the story of our life where the fear of the climax makes us turn away from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't an easy path, but there are flowers growing here and there, in a hurry to move ahead, we forget to glance at their beauty.Life is more than just a path, its a journey that has beautiful sights on its way, if there are thorns on one side, there are flowers growing on the other, we just need to be looking out of the right window :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3091161274896703733?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3091161274896703733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3091161274896703733' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3091161274896703733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3091161274896703733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-side-of-window.html' title='The right side of the window'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SpSTwRWxhPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WwZbLBj-kS4/s72-c/crib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2016734983873569120</id><published>2009-08-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:02:15.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sacrifice it was..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/So9fpDjWSBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MXuPpkPjbFo/s1600-h/sac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372618039409133586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/So9fpDjWSBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MXuPpkPjbFo/s320/sac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "When you go home, tell them of us and say,&lt;br /&gt;for your tomorrow we gave our today."&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice, a word that has selflessness written all over it, a word which when comes into action, overpowers every other emotion. Its a word that pumps in the heart of the world, giving away whatever it has in a fraction of a second.Its indeed the warmest of all human emotions.Be it the sacrifice of a mother, or a soldier bearing the piercing winds, it can never be repaid, its a priceless jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nurture a tomorrow by sacrificing their today,&lt;br /&gt;for some a sacrifice is all that they can give away.&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laughter is bargained with a tear, the world then fills up with joy and cheer.&lt;br /&gt;For all the sacrifices that the world has seen,&lt;br /&gt;its the beauty of selflessness that makes them pritine.&lt;br /&gt;And as I stand today wrapped with the glory of the years that went by,&lt;br /&gt;a sacrifice it is that has smeared my joy,&lt;br /&gt;it has sealed it with an unconditionally nurtured bond,&lt;br /&gt;I'm left amazed, is it really human?&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that without a word, a condition, or display,&lt;br /&gt;It was a sacrifice that gave us all a secure today....&lt;br /&gt;I owe my life to the silent sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;since without it,&lt;br /&gt;...................the world would'nt have been alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2016734983873569120?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2016734983873569120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2016734983873569120' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2016734983873569120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2016734983873569120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacrifice-it-was.html' title='A Sacrifice it was..........'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/So9fpDjWSBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MXuPpkPjbFo/s72-c/sac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5233453778087914263</id><published>2009-08-17T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:15:35.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call from within :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sooqt_E9XJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8X405E2SMtA/s1600-h/ACJICAH1FCTQCALBRBM2CATMXKGCCA8GQN6UCA8E6QOYCAP8ZLIICA9N32M2CAAAVZ71CARQTU5ZCAMHYLIUCA63Q4B0CAR3P23NCAUGBGMUCASFCGRMCAPFV8XNCAUV1ZIQCAI9IA53CA68FGGUCAQ2HC6Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371152475107450002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sooqt_E9XJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8X405E2SMtA/s320/ACJICAH1FCTQCALBRBM2CATMXKGCCA8GQN6UCA8E6QOYCAP8ZLIICA9N32M2CAAAVZ71CARQTU5ZCAMHYLIUCA63Q4B0CAR3P23NCAUGBGMUCASFCGRMCAPFV8XNCAUV1ZIQCAI9IA53CA68FGGUCAQ2HC6Y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SoopYDM32iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/anoSJKRwoBU/s1600-h/VWFNCAIGDX75CA11CMG5CA6IX0WCCAYBQBDJCAWAT5UPCA5OYENQCA18LEK0CAWT7N8PCAU4K2OWCA822B87CAF4ZKRJCA5PN2NICAUQD1YTCAPN6S2JCAUMF8SYCAHV815YCAN891ISCAWH108PCA7GXV9S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371150998745635362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SoopYDM32iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/anoSJKRwoBU/s320/VWFNCAIGDX75CA11CMG5CA6IX0WCCAYBQBDJCAWAT5UPCA5OYENQCA18LEK0CAWT7N8PCAU4K2OWCA822B87CAF4ZKRJCA5PN2NICAUQD1YTCAPN6S2JCAUMF8SYCAHV815YCAN891ISCAWH108PCA7GXV9S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its amazing how certain things we come across, just leave a deep impact on our mind, so much so that it forces us to think about life and how God created each one of us to spread the message of love , in our own small way, making us aware of his existence in everything that we come across.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I read an amazing story that made me realise, how beautiful certain emotions can be , that just by their very existence , life turns into an everlasting treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happens to be an eye witness account from New York City.&lt;br /&gt;On a cold day in December. A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.&lt;br /&gt;A lady approached the boy and said, "My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes, was the boy's reply.&lt;br /&gt;The lady took him by hand and went into the store and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and removing her gloves, knelt down and washed his little feet, and dried them with a towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet , she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up the remaining pair of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said , "no doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?"&lt;br /&gt;As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand , and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered the question with these words:&lt;br /&gt;"Are you God's wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the story, as it made believe that the Almighty has blessed us with a heart which acts as&lt;br /&gt;an instrument to spread his blessings in the world. But even while doing so, he left the choice on us....the choice to choose to be the one who spreads love and is compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;God can bless anyone straightaway, but he decided to make our life valuable and all encompassing and hence he gave us a heart, which would give out a call from deep within. A call that would inturn inspire us to do something for others. There are many obstructions in the path of this call, these are the barriers that we give birth to, when we choose not to hear the call...&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that whenever theres a call from within, our soul embraces it with open arms :)&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/2122271937706951870-5233453778087914263?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5233453778087914263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5233453778087914263' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5233453778087914263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5233453778087914263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-from-within.html' title='The Call from within :)'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sooqt_E9XJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8X405E2SMtA/s72-c/ACJICAH1FCTQCALBRBM2CATMXKGCCA8GQN6UCA8E6QOYCAP8ZLIICA9N32M2CAAAVZ71CARQTU5ZCAMHYLIUCA63Q4B0CAR3P23NCAUGBGMUCASFCGRMCAPFV8XNCAUV1ZIQCAI9IA53CA68FGGUCAQ2HC6Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8129607220629371473</id><published>2009-08-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:50:23.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mY wORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sn-X4GffH3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/j66e7jNszg4/s1600-h/1118116570_cf43819c08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368176270920064882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sn-X4GffH3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/j66e7jNszg4/s320/1118116570_cf43819c08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! My Country, I am overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed at the fact that you are my home,&lt;br /&gt;You are my world for me, for sure,&lt;br /&gt;You are like the fresh drops of dew,&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;you are where I want to breathe my last,&lt;br /&gt;I moved on you as a toddler and then embraced the unknown path ahead,&lt;br /&gt;There were moments when some made me feel you're not mine,&lt;br /&gt;The moments passed but I held on to you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My country, this is just a bit of my love for you!&lt;br /&gt;I will strive to make you shine one day,&lt;br /&gt;We'll share together, whatever comes our way,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always hold on to you, as you've always held on to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are an essential part of my being...&lt;br /&gt;and on this Independence Day when we'd celebrate our freedom together,&lt;br /&gt;Love would resound through the beautiful words of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Saare Jahan Se Accha, Hindustan Hamara:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8129607220629371473?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8129607220629371473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8129607220629371473' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8129607220629371473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8129607220629371473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-world.html' title='mY wORLD!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sn-X4GffH3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/j66e7jNszg4/s72-c/1118116570_cf43819c08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-787467596595893932</id><published>2009-08-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:33:23.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SnZaUNqbFQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vGUndm2mvSM/s1600-h/373FCAUIPCBACAIB112SCA2ZNAD7CABM4H4YCAU49CA2CA1ZIM46CA2XT4GNCANV5XJ5CATUL0GGCADURKT0CAQ7PEUYCARL0TQWCAM6UE1VCAVD2SLPCA6OAIZ2CA0OIFGDCA24WHWVCADZKTLECAOOVN78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365575309370004738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SnZaUNqbFQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vGUndm2mvSM/s320/373FCAUIPCBACAIB112SCA2ZNAD7CABM4H4YCAU49CA2CA1ZIM46CA2XT4GNCANV5XJ5CATUL0GGCADURKT0CAQ7PEUYCARL0TQWCAM6UE1VCAVD2SLPCA6OAIZ2CA0OIFGDCA24WHWVCADZKTLECAOOVN78.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365575239695540914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SnZaQKGvIrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S_-Ip7USUkg/s320/2YIZCA8SS5GCCAB7D234CAQ7ZU1PCALQGVYECAZZUMM1CAHJBNZXCAA964PJCAD69ZNMCAL9HALFCA0Z708ICAJDRIBCCA3VTKRXCA9GDVP8CA584JORCATEQ03RCA187NP4CAA7Z1ADCAHAP3BXCAYZLJBY.jpg" /&gt;Words...a string of pearls that can describe life like nothing can. When we fall short of words its the silence that speaks, but words do have their own way to find an opening. Our thoughts, our imagination, our sensibilities, everything gets a new life when expressed in a beautiful chain of words. Even when we have nothing, we have words to express our feelings and desires.&lt;br /&gt;Words, and its in these words that we carve out a world of our own, unique and distinct in its own way, its words that open many unknown doors.....be it a dreams thats fulfilled, or a paradise thats lost, an unfulfilled wish or a lost abode........be it those who matter and those who hide...be it a fairy tale or a demon's advise.....be it flat on the face or a subtle expression..Words build up a fort of thoughts connundrum.&lt;br /&gt;Words are but our soul mates for life, they fill up thoughts in an unknown void. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-787467596595893932?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/787467596595893932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=787467596595893932' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/787467596595893932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/787467596595893932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SnZaUNqbFQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vGUndm2mvSM/s72-c/373FCAUIPCBACAIB112SCA2ZNAD7CABM4H4YCAU49CA2CA1ZIM46CA2XT4GNCANV5XJ5CATUL0GGCADURKT0CAQ7PEUYCARL0TQWCAM6UE1VCAVD2SLPCA6OAIZ2CA0OIFGDCA24WHWVCADZKTLECAOOVN78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4494334394311302651</id><published>2009-07-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:34:19.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Mausum!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm59hDeTAJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cnIqSkQxsBg/s1600-h/EY1ACAF0AXZRCAK5P53ICA5R4IUDCA6BT4OFCAQL50T7CAYET9ROCA0KX9UICAA8KM3FCA0IH8L5CA2EQUHOCAHWTHSCCAUKTOFMCAZ2TBWGCA7MTH7HCAK3FJLKCAK920UFCAFNENGECA4PH6R1CARSVAP6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363362213066375314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm59hDeTAJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cnIqSkQxsBg/s320/EY1ACAF0AXZRCAK5P53ICA5R4IUDCA6BT4OFCAQL50T7CAYET9ROCA0KX9UICAA8KM3FCA0IH8L5CA2EQUHOCAHWTHSCCAUKTOFMCAZ2TBWGCA7MTH7HCAK3FJLKCAK920UFCAFNENGECA4PH6R1CARSVAP6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, the clouds were let loose by the generous sky, so that the land could feel the shower of the blessed rain. And rain it was that came and washed away, the precipitation caused by the dryness of the heat, filled with dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm58ceLpeZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vnR8ep7CYI8/s1600-h/3YFZCAMJEUFECA71IHH1CAHOGXE7CA2L9XU8CA07KN2VCAVHLYKUCALGEV3GCALNH9N1CAJ7K4JVCABLNTFICA9SRBRBCATN6DJ4CAA071DQCAA155U7CA4W4MT1CAV4RIZYCASRVUE3CATDQ43HCAOIY6CU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363361034824939922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm58ceLpeZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vnR8ep7CYI8/s320/3YFZCAMJEUFECA71IHH1CAHOGXE7CA2L9XU8CA07KN2VCAVHLYKUCALGEV3GCALNH9N1CAJ7K4JVCABLNTFICA9SRBRBCATN6DJ4CAA071DQCAA155U7CA4W4MT1CAV4RIZYCASRVUE3CATDQ43HCAOIY6CU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a smile somewhere, streached after a long long time, overlooking the fields that were dying and had been dead for long, which when touched by the rain, revived like a phoenix, ready to bloom and dance with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees looked like jewels, studded with precious stones....the water made them &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm58svmaorI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_EOAogdm3t0/s1600-h/VW3SCAEMYJUBCAZQK1RJCAXV0RZ7CAIJUVY9CAFH15W3CAIFXVKTCA1KVUQGCA5H0X9FCAX0DHGRCAN0QI44CAL1XWN7CA11302PCAS0GYQYCAMFPGM3CAM91O3JCAR57X2MCAP4LQI7CA3U1BRZCAF5QW9Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 68px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363361314378523314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm58svmaorI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_EOAogdm3t0/s320/VW3SCAEMYJUBCAZQK1RJCAXV0RZ7CAIJUVY9CAFH15W3CAIFXVKTCA1KVUQGCA5H0X9FCAX0DHGRCAN0QI44CAL1XWN7CA11302PCAS0GYQYCAMFPGM3CAM91O3JCAR57X2MCAP4LQI7CA3U1BRZCAF5QW9Y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;glitter like a Kohinoor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids left their homes to be one with the blessed shower, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm59LsAkF5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rLLls4jcLjc/s1600-h/RZVMCAUI86GYCAIZ687LCAQI0PX8CACBFKCRCAYAJN98CA5EFL19CAZ4QH3OCAQO9TGNCAASG4VTCAUEQIHPCAK7ND3DCA8DLJC9CA3IIZMVCA8X6XO1CAPE19LSCABRFH0NCA7AYHXWCATPPW4HCAG06VMK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363361845990397842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm59LsAkF5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rLLls4jcLjc/s320/RZVMCAUI86GYCAIZ687LCAQI0PX8CACBFKCRCAYAJN98CA5EFL19CAZ4QH3OCAQO9TGNCAASG4VTCAUEQIHPCAK7ND3DCA8DLJC9CA3IIZMVCA8X6XO1CAPE19LSCABRFH0NCA7AYHXWCATPPW4HCAG06VMK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jumping, splashing, having fun, to their heartfelt desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after a long time that my city came alive..........&lt;br /&gt;It was after a long time that the rain fell with all its might........&lt;br /&gt;It was the soul that revived and danced with joy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful it was to see ..A Happy Monsoon Sky!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4494334394311302651?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4494334394311302651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4494334394311302651' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4494334394311302651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4494334394311302651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-mausum.html' title='Awesome Mausum!!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sm59hDeTAJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cnIqSkQxsBg/s72-c/EY1ACAF0AXZRCAK5P53ICA5R4IUDCA6BT4OFCAQL50T7CAYET9ROCA0KX9UICAA8KM3FCA0IH8L5CA2EQUHOCAHWTHSCCAUKTOFMCAZ2TBWGCA7MTH7HCAK3FJLKCAK920UFCAFNENGECA4PH6R1CARSVAP6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6945507730382254811</id><published>2009-07-22T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:22:31.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I Thought I Can....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfkKVPF1lI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rh1DM4EDjQ0/s1600-h/AZ0CA3AZPS4CASKLZ20CAHCDVDGCA8Y3MROCAC4NGBQCA7UCHDECAZAGKL8CAQYABEYCA2LVGR8CA1WENG4CAVE3YYFCAVDVQCGCA038E15CAXXU1SACASQAP9ICA602Z10CAJ4EMYGCAP1LZ86CAVWYIPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361504747558131282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfkKVPF1lI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rh1DM4EDjQ0/s320/AZ0CA3AZPS4CASKLZ20CAHCDVDGCA8Y3MROCAC4NGBQCA7UCHDECAZAGKL8CAQYABEYCA2LVGR8CA1WENG4CAVE3YYFCAVDVQCGCA038E15CAXXU1SACASQAP9ICA602Z10CAJ4EMYGCAP1LZ86CAVWYIPY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfkGUKONSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GUAVCreYoFk/s1600-h/TD1CAAARQPXCAL3OECNCAKE9NZJCA4LPW2RCABB7QO5CAN0HNYECAU2W3OBCAUINJRNCAEU9SELCATJOVH4CA0Q22RGCAYP38DDCA54U5D8CAIW4RVZCAYEICGRCAPA2DWJCAX4KX6CCACRU631CA36PEMU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361504678549796130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfkGUKONSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GUAVCreYoFk/s320/TD1CAAARQPXCAL3OECNCAKE9NZJCA4LPW2RCABB7QO5CAN0HNYECAU2W3OBCAUINJRNCAEU9SELCATJOVH4CA0Q22RGCAYP38DDCA54U5D8CAIW4RVZCAYEICGRCAPA2DWJCAX4KX6CCACRU631CA36PEMU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much going on around me,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel I am still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops are falling with Gods bounty,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel I am still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long distance away there is someone saving lives,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel I am still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bubbly laugh, a tear rolling by,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel I am still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is life in the river's flow,&lt;br /&gt;it make me feel I am still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eternity of the sky, and waves at the shore,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel I am still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how still I am, if I dont try&lt;br /&gt;to make my life worth each while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I thought of starting anew,&lt;br /&gt;the stillness subsided like a tainted hue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally it seeped into my brain,&lt;br /&gt;life's about doing..its a tough terrain.&lt;br /&gt;Though thinking could make me sharpen my gears,&lt;br /&gt;but its the doing ..&lt;br /&gt;                          that would take me somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6945507730382254811?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6945507730382254811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6945507730382254811' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6945507730382254811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6945507730382254811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-i-thought-i-can_22.html' title='While I Thought I Can....'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfkKVPF1lI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rh1DM4EDjQ0/s72-c/AZ0CA3AZPS4CASKLZ20CAHCDVDGCA8Y3MROCAC4NGBQCA7UCHDECAZAGKL8CAQYABEYCA2LVGR8CA1WENG4CAVE3YYFCAVDVQCGCA038E15CAXXU1SACASQAP9ICA602Z10CAJ4EMYGCAP1LZ86CAVWYIPY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6467273992956294708</id><published>2009-07-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:43:02.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships On Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmU4hMGuuTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wK2GMLqxO84/s1600-h/ai+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360753074290735410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmU4hMGuuTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wK2GMLqxO84/s320/ai+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmU4QBAIT_I/AAAAAAAAANs/d6GM4OawXv0/s1600-h/ai5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360752779252486130" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmU4QBAIT_I/AAAAAAAAANs/d6GM4OawXv0/s320/ai5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dowry is another name for shame. Its a shame that many people like to build their relationships by putting a price tag on them, and in this case I consider both the giver and the receiver at fault. Its time that we put an end to the transaction, its time to say "no".....its time to say that "my daughter is my greatest wealth, she is a treasure chest full of the precious values I've given her..receive her with respect and keep her the way I have kept her ...with love and gratitude. Those who think otherwise do not deserve her in the first place!"&lt;br /&gt;If we stop giving, the takers would not have an option :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through the aisle,&lt;br /&gt;I had a belief snuggled in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;there is a beautiful life ahead&lt;br /&gt;...........a life with its welcoming door ajar.&lt;br /&gt;But as I turned back to look at all that I had left behind,&lt;br /&gt;I saw my father pay a hefty fine.&lt;br /&gt;A fine that would buy me a ticket to the next abode,&lt;br /&gt;it left me shattered as my faith crashed down for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Since the trust I had in my heart was purely inclined,&lt;br /&gt;towards the positive, respectful bond divine,&lt;br /&gt;and when it broke it took my dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;the reality measured every hope with a fretful Fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6467273992956294708?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6467273992956294708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6467273992956294708' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6467273992956294708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6467273992956294708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/relationships-on-sale.html' title='Relationships On Sale'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmU4hMGuuTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wK2GMLqxO84/s72-c/ai+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8140063839552645949</id><published>2009-07-13T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:39:55.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mysterious Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SlwAi-yUh3I/AAAAAAAAANM/cE-RqqdX92w/s1600-h/K2VCACPQMJLCA4F8X1OCAGLAZC5CA5NBLD9CA3BBY67CAFM0442CAOJCUZTCAFLXCG0CA4E2S5BCAG0KUPBCAX0SLQUCALPQ87NCAE7KYADCAU4UOQACAT8WBMWCAK6ES2LCAZ2QBCYCAZ2OGLNCAGHTBZI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358158257633658738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SlwAi-yUh3I/AAAAAAAAANM/cE-RqqdX92w/s320/K2VCACPQMJLCA4F8X1OCAGLAZC5CA5NBLD9CA3BBY67CAFM0442CAOJCUZTCAFLXCG0CA4E2S5BCAG0KUPBCAX0SLQUCALPQ87NCAE7KYADCAU4UOQACAT8WBMWCAK6ES2LCAZ2QBCYCAZ2OGLNCAGHTBZI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life is a continuous mystery.Deep,exotic, strange, completely alien yet almost familiar, moist with emotions, underlined with a secret fear.&lt;br /&gt;Life, which makes us breath, which makes us understand, which makes us differentiate between right and wrong..&lt;br /&gt;life, and such are its myriad hues, that it guides us, though leaving us equally confused.&lt;br /&gt;When we ask ourselves, what is it that we want the most from life, everywish comes down to a kind of inner delight. Peace, that every soul longs for and still falls short, coz the river within never gets enough of anything, and hits onto the heart with ever rising force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did hit me, a strange thought it was ,&lt;br /&gt;what if we get to know the secret mysteries of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;The heat of the rising sun, the warmth of the desert,&lt;br /&gt;the distress of a lonely heart or the longing of a lover,&lt;br /&gt;the height of the highest and the depth of the lowest,&lt;br /&gt;the washed basins , the plains and the deserts,&lt;br /&gt;the sacred wish of a long lost pilgrim,the secret treasures of emotions limpid.&lt;br /&gt;The wasted desires, the holy living,&lt;br /&gt;a moist emotion,a beautiful beginning.&lt;br /&gt;And as the list just went on and on,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that the world has a never ending tone,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord prioritised life, before priorities begun,&lt;br /&gt;and thats why he signed us to be human.&lt;br /&gt;The mysteries of the earth may never unfold,&lt;br /&gt;but each one of us have a distinct role to play for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8140063839552645949?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8140063839552645949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8140063839552645949' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8140063839552645949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8140063839552645949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/mysterious-mystery.html' title='A Mysterious Mystery'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SlwAi-yUh3I/AAAAAAAAANM/cE-RqqdX92w/s72-c/K2VCACPQMJLCA4F8X1OCAGLAZC5CA5NBLD9CA3BBY67CAFM0442CAOJCUZTCAFLXCG0CA4E2S5BCAG0KUPBCAX0SLQUCALPQ87NCAE7KYADCAU4UOQACAT8WBMWCAK6ES2LCAZ2QBCYCAZ2OGLNCAGHTBZI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1629761987253827629</id><published>2009-07-13T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:43:13.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SltVhYyrJsI/AAAAAAAAANE/9wQdCgUywmc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970213766375106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SltVhYyrJsI/AAAAAAAAANE/9wQdCgUywmc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes our inner self responds to our queries,&lt;br /&gt;the ones we have and the ones of which we are wary.&lt;br /&gt;It explains what it is to be who we are,&lt;br /&gt;deep like an ocean or as innocent as a flower.&lt;br /&gt;The inner self has a soul of its own,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing through times, while holding on to our roots for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Be it a sacred journey, or an unfamiliar path of life,&lt;br /&gt;the self responds to all with a distinct voice,&lt;br /&gt;a voice that we fall short of understanding,&lt;br /&gt;the voice that defines who we are,&lt;br /&gt;our real demeanor,&lt;br /&gt;the veiled identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1629761987253827629?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1629761987253827629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1629761987253827629' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1629761987253827629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1629761987253827629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/quest.html' title='A Quest'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SltVhYyrJsI/AAAAAAAAANE/9wQdCgUywmc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8681207994365613860</id><published>2009-07-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:50:02.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark your present for a great future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sla3ssntavI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AOn17CnrvGA/s1600-h/ppf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356670785323625202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sla3ssntavI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AOn17CnrvGA/s320/ppf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is it that we want to achieve in life? Some of us know the answer to this question and some would like to stay mum; or is it that life takes us wherever it wants to, when the passage of time runs at its chosen pace. Tough question and a recurrent reminder of the fact that whether we choose or we don't, life does has its own plans. Its not that we should stop working towards our goals leaving everything on destiny, but the fact is even those who cannot carve out a definite goal in life should keep working on whatever they are doing, life would definately mould their endeavours and would take them towards a stable platform.&lt;br /&gt;As kids we all had our goals , some wanted to become doctors, some wanted to become a teacher, since while playing with friends, becoming a teacher and writing on a board with a nice white piece of chalk, seemed to be the most exciting activity in the world. I still remember, how my younger brother longed to be a gardener, so that he could use the lawn mower, without being shouted at by dad and then three years later a basketball player and finally a doctor, and now when I see him doing his grad in commerce, I can here the call of a new found goal :)&lt;br /&gt;So life takes u-turns, goes through the highs and lows, there are some who get a good grip on their goals and make a breakthrough by achieveing them, but every human being cannot be the same, after all God has made each one of us uniquely different! :)&lt;br /&gt;The best way of living life is to make the best of the here and now, plan for the future but give your best to your present, when our present becomes strong, it backs our future with great strength and makes it successfully stable.&lt;br /&gt;So, this is for all those who get worried about not having definite goals in life. Live each moment as it comes and give it your best, a day would come when your hard work would open several doors for you to choose from and thats when you would be able to grab the best for yourself..a new found goal and a new meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;In the current scenario we are running so fast, that all that we think of is to ensure a better future, but our today gets neglected in the neverending marathon. Its good to think about the future , but its even more important to value each moment of life without neglecting it.&lt;br /&gt;If we do not have a happy today and make no efforts to brighten it up, how would we ever have a happy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Life is a book in which each page has something interesting, that leads to the last few pages where the actual plans are unveiled. Its about turning a new page each time with renewed enthusiasm and interest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8681207994365613860?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8681207994365613860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8681207994365613860' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8681207994365613860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8681207994365613860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/mark-your-present-for-great-future.html' title='Mark your present for a great future!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sla3ssntavI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AOn17CnrvGA/s72-c/ppf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-3545098116861772484</id><published>2009-07-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:32:48.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peace of Mind!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SlQfTa-9JVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QCpmmkK3D6k/s1600-h/inno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355940275371713874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SlQfTa-9JVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QCpmmkK3D6k/s320/inno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Innocence is the beauty that has a different outlook towards everything that it touches upon, be it the simplest thing in the world or the most complex matters that a mature mind might escape. It has its own definition and its own way of expressing and nurturing the beauty that lies within everything, that has been created by the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;Children are the beholders of innocence, though it also embraces those who know the real meaning of living life in the best way possible. Even in our blog world , I've come across people who believe in celebrating each day of their life wrapped up in the mesmerising experience of joy, love, peace and tranquility!&lt;br /&gt;Life is not so complicated as we tend to make it , if life has a share of problems, it also has a chunk of joy, but what we tend to do is, to give our sorrows much more importance and forget that life turns a new page for each one of us.The innocence of ones thoughts, the experience of peace, a simple gaze at the beauty that envelopes our world and the ability of looking at the world through the thoughts of a little one, bring out the real taste of life, one that we have long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes with a price, and the price of sheer joy and peace is a simple exchange of warmth...the warmth that lights up the world around us and takes our mind towards tranquility :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those whose innocent eyes,&lt;br /&gt;can touch upon the real and sublime,&lt;br /&gt;since beauty is not what one can always see,&lt;br /&gt;its a thought that lights up our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;So brighten your world with a thought divine,&lt;br /&gt;just look at life with a peaceful mind :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-3545098116861772484?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/3545098116861772484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=3545098116861772484' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3545098116861772484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/3545098116861772484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-that-lights-up.html' title='The Peace of Mind!!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SlQfTa-9JVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QCpmmkK3D6k/s72-c/inno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7575752599313259504</id><published>2009-07-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:14:13.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Blend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sk66UoBj_EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/b_wCye8iXY8/s1600-h/son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354421870494219330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sk66UoBj_EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/b_wCye8iXY8/s320/son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its a beautiful morning, white, with a tinge of golden yellow. Mr. sun seemed to be in a good mood. So I just asked him,"hey! Mr. Sun what's up?How come you're not your usual fiery self today?", "Well my child", came the prompt reply........and its from here that my poem takes a flight...........&lt;br /&gt;"Though I wasn't in a mood to mingle with the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;but I thought, may be its hard to carve out,&lt;br /&gt;a niche, without blending with a few,&lt;br /&gt;happiness, gaiety , love and you,&lt;br /&gt;so I decided why not give it a shot ....&lt;br /&gt;lets blend with the clouds and let the weather rock ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Sun was all I could say,&lt;br /&gt;the results of seclution, end up in dismay,&lt;br /&gt;its when we tend to blend with the colours of the world,&lt;br /&gt;its then that we carve a heaven on earth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sk66F4HjmlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UUbunKbZK9s/s1600-h/images-sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7575752599313259504?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7575752599313259504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7575752599313259504' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7575752599313259504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7575752599313259504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-blend.html' title='A Happy Blend'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sk66UoBj_EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/b_wCye8iXY8/s72-c/son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5152289487560369077</id><published>2009-06-28T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:33:25.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Code - Decode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Skg17_iMFnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yDr4oaEe3Ok/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352587461913220722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Skg17_iMFnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yDr4oaEe3Ok/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lost in life and in deep contemplation,&lt;br /&gt;a chaotic living and full of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;disturbed steps and a deterred mind,&lt;br /&gt;just the heat no rainbows in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in time and thoughts amassed,&lt;br /&gt;life is but a question mark.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to reach, to the core,&lt;br /&gt;man is striving hard to decode,&lt;br /&gt;the real meaning of peace and delight,&lt;br /&gt;a thankful heart and a stressfree mind.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the material,hes unable to find,&lt;br /&gt;the real way is but divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5152289487560369077?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5152289487560369077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5152289487560369077' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5152289487560369077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5152289487560369077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/06/code-decode.html' title='Code - Decode'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Skg17_iMFnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yDr4oaEe3Ok/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2840531739675800164</id><published>2009-06-21T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:25:04.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams let loose :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sj8FPnpm3MI/AAAAAAAAAME/u_BtqyTYFJo/s1600-h/8FPCAHD1TJQCA316JSXCAVZ0VGICAR2S05OCAJ8LYA1CAEF3ET7CAK2KS2ECAQ1E9Q0CAKUFQMTCAY9YLRFCAWE041GCA5M7OARCAJ3FXURCA5DKFOMCAV5FTU5CAR5L9J8CADWHMBNCAFF9A4CCAYHNN57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350000648239111362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sj8FPnpm3MI/AAAAAAAAAME/u_BtqyTYFJo/s320/8FPCAHD1TJQCA316JSXCAVZ0VGICAR2S05OCAJ8LYA1CAEF3ET7CAK2KS2ECAQ1E9Q0CAKUFQMTCAY9YLRFCAWE041GCA5M7OARCAJ3FXURCA5DKFOMCAV5FTU5CAR5L9J8CADWHMBNCAFF9A4CCAYHNN57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees swayed with the winds,&lt;br /&gt;cool winds in the hot summer, and a swing moved slowly with no one to play,&lt;br /&gt;it was a deserted afternoon, one with none around,&lt;br /&gt;just lonely , waiting for some one in dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a house nearby, little Meera cried out,&lt;br /&gt;"mother, let us go out and play,&lt;br /&gt;we'll be playing hide and seek, all of us together,&lt;br /&gt;neena, meethi and little suresh."&lt;br /&gt;"No!" said the mother, with narrowed eyes,&lt;br /&gt;"can't you see how hot it is?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the sun to harm you all,&lt;br /&gt;getting you unwell in a jiff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the ranting and requests went on like a tide, ready to break on the shore,&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail was it to the mother, who was busy guarding the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piercing light lightened up a bit and in came the initial hours of eve,&lt;br /&gt;the hopeful eyes fell on their mothers face,&lt;br /&gt;pleading to fulfill their wish in glee.&lt;br /&gt;The door was opened to their tiny delight&lt;br /&gt;and a spark of joy caught their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;running they came to the open ground and took a chirpy flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true in the case of life,&lt;br /&gt;which waits, snuggled up to its dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and as and when it gets an opening,&lt;br /&gt;it takes a flight in glee,&lt;br /&gt;there in the open grounds of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;it spreads its dreams around,&lt;br /&gt;and then comes a new day, a new scene of life,&lt;br /&gt;dreanched with joy that resounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2840531739675800164?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2840531739675800164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2840531739675800164' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2840531739675800164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2840531739675800164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-let-loose.html' title='Dreams let loose :)'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sj8FPnpm3MI/AAAAAAAAAME/u_BtqyTYFJo/s72-c/8FPCAHD1TJQCA316JSXCAVZ0VGICAR2S05OCAJ8LYA1CAEF3ET7CAK2KS2ECAQ1E9Q0CAKUFQMTCAY9YLRFCAWE041GCA5M7OARCAJ3FXURCA5DKFOMCAV5FTU5CAR5L9J8CADWHMBNCAFF9A4CCAYHNN57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5636245842826383460</id><published>2009-06-16T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:22:02.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The match box of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SjhsgAMwyQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FVl8xADZeZI/s1600-h/4ace2ba0-20b7-47d6-b2b0-c21436326dae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348143854567606530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SjhsgAMwyQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FVl8xADZeZI/s320/4ace2ba0-20b7-47d6-b2b0-c21436326dae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a fact that even sitting idle generates thousands of thoughts in our mind, they can be negative but if kept on the right track, theres a bright positive spark every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was quite preoccupied with the aforementioned activity, when suddenly a match box fell on me..well it didn't fall all of a sudden as it happens in movies, but since my uncle was quite busy, therefore after lighting up his lungs he aimed the match box towards a shelf and as I was standing like a boulder, blocking his aim, the match box came straight into my hands.......and pufff came the quote...a quote? well yes, the match box had a quote written behind it, which went like this............... "He is the happiest be it King or peasant who finds peace in his home"...(A quote written on Cake match box)this quote is by a German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, whom George Eliot called "the greatest man of letters ...and the last true polymath to walk the world"..well writers have a unique way of praising each other so lets not get into that...So this sudden appearanace of the quote on the match box triggered my brain and tickled it to the limit that it made me come face to face with the irony of life....&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life like a match box, it can light up anytime we want it to, but its in our hands what we use the fire for....its light can be used both for a disheveled living and for bringing light to those who reside in darkness. Its light can be used for self destruction and for the warmth that comforts us and others aswell..&lt;br /&gt;The match box of our life has limited matchsticks..the number of days that we're going to live, if we keep on wasting the match sticks and using them in such a way that they become unfit for use..don't you think we are wasting many precious moments that could have been structured in a better way?&lt;br /&gt;We fight, we abuse, we want to win each and every argument of life, but where is it taking us...and all this happens in our homes, a nest made out of all the hardwork that we have done...is it good that when we come back home,this very abode feels like hell?What is going wrong..where are the match sticks of our life being wasted?This is for each one of us to understand and find out.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a small spark burns up our world, making us realise how feeble our endeavours make us...how narrow our mind and our power to think becomes.&lt;br /&gt;"He is the happiest be it King or peasant who finds peace in his home". Lets resolve to get that peace back into our lives, lets use the match stick of our life to find out where the fault lies and to light up each dark corner that ever existed. Even if we come to know that its not our fault, then lets find a way out, a way to generate the lost spark by bringing the smile back on those whose happiness is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Lets light up our mind and energies and use them in the best way towards the best path...the path leading to a peaceful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace it was, that I could never find,&lt;br /&gt;and went from shore to shore on a neverending search.&lt;br /&gt;Every corner, nook or horizon..nothing could quench such distressing urge,&lt;br /&gt;and then I realised I left a place,&lt;br /&gt;unseen, unsearched, unexplored..&lt;br /&gt;it was my heart that was in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;once lit, I found peace for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new beginning starts with a "me" and then goes on to "we"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5636245842826383460?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5636245842826383460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5636245842826383460' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5636245842826383460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5636245842826383460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/06/match-box-of-life.html' title='The match box of life'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SjhsgAMwyQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FVl8xADZeZI/s72-c/4ace2ba0-20b7-47d6-b2b0-c21436326dae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7115401542117605844</id><published>2009-06-10T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:04:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SjCcCR-ehfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M0bczWCFye8/s1600-h/11DCASGK4RECAEIHHCSCASQM4CDCAI16BZ9CABW7I4HCA7T6XI6CA23M8WACA4QDQAECAVBY7JECA2UDZHNCA8OGOXUCA7R81GGCAOEHBGJCALWLP45CAJYNO5QCAO07N3WCATN8ZCACAE7FILLCAEWFYOQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345944320687900146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SjCcCR-ehfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M0bczWCFye8/s320/11DCASGK4RECAEIHHCSCASQM4CDCAI16BZ9CABW7I4HCA7T6XI6CA23M8WACA4QDQAECAVBY7JECA2UDZHNCA8OGOXUCA7R81GGCAOEHBGJCALWLP45CAJYNO5QCAO07N3WCATN8ZCACAE7FILLCAEWFYOQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......................................................no words,..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..........................not even an alphabet..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our mind just goes numb, and we are unable to understand what has happened, why isn't our mind responding. It feels as if everything is running around us and its we who are fixed to a single place. A cool breeze blows, but leaves us untouched, the noise cries out but bounces back from our ears, though we smile, even laugh at certain things, but somehow it doesn't reach within. We look but at nothing, tears come out but for no reason,we're tired without doing anything................whats the time???..........................who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Humm, it seems stress has finally reached the core, and isn't able to find a way out...what are we waiting for?Lets relieve it...but how???&lt;br /&gt;It so happens that the monotony of life surrounds us in such a way, that it locks all pores, unable to release the venom out of our system, our living becomes a big question mark..&lt;br /&gt;But what is it that life expects from us at such times........ may be just a bit of patience, something that we run out of most of the time, but patience alone can be a bit testing, as we're human after all. In such a situation what one needs is a break. A break not a runaway, coz the more we run away from our situations the more they follow us.&lt;br /&gt;Every time the clock ticks, something changes, we might not get to know, but it is true that God works on our problems. He does that for each one of us.That is why when peace resides, we often remember the times that had seemed tough and laugh at the way we had reacted, although our destiny had a glittering future hidden in the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;All of us have problems, we try to deal with them, we do get sad and despondent, there are various knots that grip our life, but the only thing that can inspire us to move on is the belief that everytime the clock ticks, a knot is being opened and as we wait holding on to our patience, each knot is released, finally solving our problems, though it might take a bit long, but its worth the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7115401542117605844?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7115401542117605844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7115401542117605844' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7115401542117605844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7115401542117605844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/06/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SjCcCR-ehfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M0bczWCFye8/s72-c/11DCASGK4RECAEIHHCSCASQM4CDCAI16BZ9CABW7I4HCA7T6XI6CA23M8WACA4QDQAECAVBY7JECA2UDZHNCA8OGOXUCA7R81GGCAOEHBGJCALWLP45CAJYNO5QCAO07N3WCATN8ZCACAE7FILLCAEWFYOQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-2873239688348606872</id><published>2009-06-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:27:57.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis'd.....Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SioKcWZlpFI/AAAAAAAAALs/-wRoA3sA5UI/s1600-h/ooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095389994034258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SioKcWZlpFI/AAAAAAAAALs/-wRoA3sA5UI/s320/ooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Misunderstanding is the best way through which people can destroy their relationship with anyone in this world. Its a short cut to the gate of jealousy and a leap over on understanding, thats precisely how one can define the word.&lt;br /&gt;What makes us misunderstand people, situations, ideas or words? Why is it that all of a sudden one turns from a believer to a disbeliever, why does cynicism occupy the space where trust used to reside,and surprisingly all this happens in a jiff !&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true, all of us go through such misunderstandings and lose on the best in our life. The worst part is, even when we know someone has misunderstood, we can't clear out the clouds of doubt from their mind, in certain circumstances it worsens the situation.&lt;br /&gt;This is another challenge posed by life, but the key to solve it has been left in our hands, its for us to open the right door.&lt;br /&gt;The best way to clear out a misunderstanding is to talk things out! Talk to the person concerned, talk to them about what has hurt you the most, try to listen patiently, it so happens that the other person is not always wrong, we can also be at fault, the fault can lie in our understanding of things. Try and understand what the other has to say and then make your decision...if you really feel that its not worth it..leave it to that, coz every relationship in this world is beautifully constructed on fair grounds, its quite unfair to make matters unhealthy, so much so that even your memories are left with a stench. If you are right, time does proves it.&lt;br /&gt;Its but a mature decision to talk and then decide..having a healthy conversation is very important, an attempt is a must, it also happens that things are repeated time and again, in such situation,the best way is to move on, it preserves your dignity and helps you retain your trust on realtionships.&lt;br /&gt;The one who has been misunderstood should never lose his/her temper, thats like pouring petrol into fire. Its obvious that none of us want to lose on the people with whom we have shared precious moments that came like a cool breeze and left us with a smile, its difficult to destroy what you have nurtured with so much of care, why should a second of mistrust destroy years of faith.No one has the right to do that, not even we ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We humans, as it is known for a fact are social beings and such unsocial acts should be banned from entering our life, its we who would put a ban on them..with nothing much but by just removing the "mis" and imbibing the rest:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-2873239688348606872?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2873239688348606872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=2873239688348606872' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2873239688348606872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/2873239688348606872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/06/misdunderstanding.html' title='Mis&apos;d.....Understanding'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SioKcWZlpFI/AAAAAAAAALs/-wRoA3sA5UI/s72-c/ooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6761365056580873654</id><published>2009-06-03T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:00:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strengthen Your Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SidUA85n-uI/AAAAAAAAALk/4t5g80HM4io/s1600-h/FHF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343331858222938850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SidUA85n-uI/AAAAAAAAALk/4t5g80HM4io/s320/FHF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The greatest kings and the mightiest of warriors have braved the world with all that it takes, but there have been situations in their life where they felt like giving up with a feeling of pain and helplessness. This pain had nothing to do with their physical condition, but it was the pain that their loved ones were going through. Be it an ailing father or a bedridden wife, this is the pain in which the greatest wealth and power could not help and thus left them helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life brings about such situations where we are just left numb, unable to think right or feel good.Positivity runs out of our mind while the negative happily takes its place, this happens when we feel that we cannot do anything or whatever we may do would not turn things towards the right direction.This indeed is the real test that a human being has to go through, the ones who come out successful, get the key to a happy life while those who don't, just suffer in the process.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that one can do to hold on to the broken pieces of hope...well the answer is not to let go. Even if a person is stuck in a situation where hes hanging from a cliff and theres a deep ditch below, the best thing is not tothink about the ditch, but pray to the Almightly who is above everyone, always ready to help us out, the moment we forget him and start thinking about the problem, it'll pull us towards itself, seperating us from the last ray of hope that we were holding on to.&lt;br /&gt;Problems in our life play their tricks , but its in our hands not to be tricked by them. Have faith and be strong,be there for those who need you, not like a leaf that might just give in with a gush of wind, but like a tree that holds on and strengthens its roots each day so that it can brave any storm that comes its way, coz its your determination that has the ability to mould things the way you want them to be, even if you lose something, you'll come out stronger with a feeling that you remained a fighter till the very end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6761365056580873654?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6761365056580873654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6761365056580873654' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6761365056580873654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6761365056580873654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/06/strengthen-your-roots.html' title='Strengthen Your Roots'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SidUA85n-uI/AAAAAAAAALk/4t5g80HM4io/s72-c/FHF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1814947738412995924</id><published>2009-05-29T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:40:59.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do Women Cry ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SiCrzjlQi1I/AAAAAAAAALc/GJkVfdITzZM/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341458060274600786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SiCrzjlQi1I/AAAAAAAAALc/GJkVfdITzZM/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I believe that the one who has been blessed with the power to give birth to a new life, can be anything but weak. Just because their tears can flow easily, one cannot say that women are weak, or they can easily give in. The reason behind those precious drops of water rolling out like pearls, have the power to smoothen strained emotions and thus conceal a big reason behind their prompt nature ...and the reason is this.....&lt;br /&gt;A woman is possessive about her emotions, though generous when comes to nurturing them. She nurtures them all her life with loads of love and care. That is why whenever she has to let go of them, be it in the case of extreme joy or sorrow, her emotions roll of her eyes in the form of tiny pearly drops known as tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nurture life in my womb,&lt;br /&gt;and emotions reside in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;though well aware of the ways of the world,&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret abode thats full of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think its my weakness, to be at the brink of tears,&lt;br /&gt;But what looks like a tear to you,&lt;br /&gt;Is but a drop of emotion, that I had nurtured with care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reap my emotions with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and grow them on insurmountable love,&lt;br /&gt;but when its time to let go,&lt;br /&gt;for me it becomes a bit tough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tear is not my weakness,&lt;br /&gt;Its but a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;Its my love that flows out,&lt;br /&gt;for those in whom I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1814947738412995924?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1814947738412995924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1814947738412995924' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1814947738412995924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1814947738412995924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-women-cry.html' title='Why do Women Cry ?'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SiCrzjlQi1I/AAAAAAAAALc/GJkVfdITzZM/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5246304973072337534</id><published>2009-05-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:28:13.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a choiceless choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShoPb1QgyII/AAAAAAAAAK0/EECJdiQlrYo/s1600-h/choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339597279028365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShoPb1QgyII/AAAAAAAAAK0/EECJdiQlrYo/s320/choice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You might have countless choices in life but its not always easy to choose from them. We human beings often feel the pull between three things... our desires, our goals and our duties.&lt;br /&gt;You might desire something, but you need to achieve certain goals first, and then your duties pull you away from your goals because they demand immediate attention. In such situations what remains in our hand is a choiceless choice...many options to choose from but we're tied in such a way that it seems impossible to pick one .&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true...thats how life goes. But isn't there anyway that can help us decide????&lt;br /&gt;There indeed is!&lt;br /&gt;God has given us a brain to think, but it so happens that sometimes our brain just confuses us even more, this is when it needs a bit of support..like the P.M. needs his cabinet, our brain needs the heart, both the things together make a great team..excellent results have been witnessed when decisions have been made both from our brain and our heart..while the brain gives our decisions a feasibility check, the heart helps us decide whats closest to us...something that'll command selfless devotion which'll come naturally as a song comes to a bird, since our heart is the tool that pushes away the material and brings in the eternal!&lt;br /&gt;Thus whenever we are confused ..we should choose the one thats closest to our heart with a bit of analyses from our mind..."this is what I like..will it be a good idea"...and you'll get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;Its a fact that God is omnipresent and has his own mechanisms to fulfill our prayers...He works both from our mind and our heart:) Remember one thing..dont ever get so confused that it makes you ignore your present, plan your future but live in the moment :) rest would go with the flow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5246304973072337534?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5246304973072337534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5246304973072337534' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5246304973072337534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5246304973072337534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-choiceless-choice.html' title='Its a choiceless choice'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShoPb1QgyII/AAAAAAAAAK0/EECJdiQlrYo/s72-c/choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7814750878790706331</id><published>2009-05-21T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:10:20.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each being is but a lesson in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShYlNwaK2tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pZbsR_Vtgh8/s1600-h/RCHCAZQS953CAIK97QWCA71YJ54CARGVG52CA59O410CACL4YCACA9QO1KVCA07OWVCCAFSU83VCADQMJ1XCA3FRGVDCAMEOQHUCAKS54LHCALY0EGMCAOBZ5RLCAGXCD5SCA21JY09CA5SETQRCALTD6WU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338495326557493970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShYlNwaK2tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pZbsR_Vtgh8/s320/RCHCAZQS953CAIK97QWCA71YJ54CARGVG52CA59O410CACL4YCACA9QO1KVCA07OWVCCAFSU83VCADQMJ1XCA3FRGVDCAMEOQHUCAKS54LHCALY0EGMCAOBZ5RLCAGXCD5SCA21JY09CA5SETQRCALTD6WU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are people in this world who are just so awe inspiring that one can't help but get mesmerised by their persona. They are indeed amazing. Every person whom we meet or get to know in life has something different about him/her, there's always a lesson to be learnt.While we talk about bad people there are innumerable good ones that just line up, leaving us speechless.&lt;br /&gt;They say that in this day and age miracles are rare. Miracles are a way through which God reminds us of his presence and guides us whenever we go wrong, certain non believers start believeing in God when such miraculous incidences take place.&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe that miracles have become minimal because the world has turned into an abode for evil, which is true to some extend, but thats just a little part, the reality is that God has ingrained certain qualities in each human being, when we get to meet new people, we come across this beautiful gift of God within them, which is no less than a miracle as it makes us wonder at his creation.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are exposed to loads of hardships but stand strong and teach us how we can always keep our faith intact, coz even after going through so many hardships they never chose the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;There are people who win our heart with their courteousness, they'll go out of their way to make you feel special.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be complete strangers, but when they walk past, a simple smile from their side makes our day,they teach us that irrespective of how well you know the other person, you can always bring a tinge of joy in their life.I've also come across people who appeared to be quite stern, but turned out to be the ones with the most beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, miracles might be rare, but God has his own way to put the word across. Even when things get worse, he has his way of sprinking a bit of his magic spell here and there and voila! You fall in love with his ways!&lt;br /&gt;So Friends pay heed and feel the magnificence in his creation, it would leave you speechless and would beautifully mould the journey of your life:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7814750878790706331?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7814750878790706331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7814750878790706331' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7814750878790706331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7814750878790706331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/each-being-is-but-lesson-in-disguise.html' title='Each being is but a lesson in disguise'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShYlNwaK2tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pZbsR_Vtgh8/s72-c/RCHCAZQS953CAIK97QWCA71YJ54CARGVG52CA59O410CACL4YCACA9QO1KVCA07OWVCCAFSU83VCADQMJ1XCA3FRGVDCAMEOQHUCAKS54LHCALY0EGMCAOBZ5RLCAGXCD5SCA21JY09CA5SETQRCALTD6WU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5958081297152044988</id><published>2009-05-18T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:47:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most fragile part of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShIqz2R6-oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QEqBWDyzf0U/s1600-h/ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337375578619837058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShIqz2R6-oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QEqBWDyzf0U/s320/ch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Childhood is the most fragile part of human life, and unfortunately the most mishandled.&lt;br /&gt;A small scratch of negativity on the innocent mind gets engraved forever, giving the person repeated jolts time and again.Whenever people encounter anything related to the unfortunate incidents of their childhood, a shock wave runs through their nerves giving the mind a sudden jolt. Such is the effect of paranoia, that it just clings on like a leech forever.&lt;br /&gt;The adult world celebrates the tag of maturity, but when it comes to handling a child they just lag behind.Its children who are much more mature than the adults, they are sensitive to their pain.Even a small little child can sense, if something goes wrong in the family, you try to cry in front of them and you'd see how they give you the warmest hug, but if a child cries he/she is been shouted at, in many cases without finding out as to what might have gone wrong with them, this situation occurs with parents who are stressed out and neither have enough time nor patience for their family.&lt;br /&gt;Parental fight is the worst tool of destruction for an innocent mind, it destroys a childs faith in relationships and leaves a disrupted future for them. Its because of such fights that a child is never able to confide in his/her parents, leading to cases of child abuse, since there is so much of tension in the family that the child thinks that he/she might be wrongly judged and the blame might come on them. Its a sad situation and has been happening since ages.&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents have a great role to play in the life of their grandchildren, even if the parents are away or cannot take out time,the grandparents serve as an anchor, giving stability to a childs life.&lt;br /&gt;Its but unfortunate that people are not sensitive towards their children, they love them but dont understand what they actually need, its not the toys that would give them perennial happiness, toys are just an instrument through which they explore their emotions, its quality time that a child needs the most, they need someone to answer the innumerable questions they ask, they need someone to play catch em catch, they need someone to celebrate their dolls wedding, they need someone to tell them unending stories, not many but very few teeny meeny wishes, just barter your time with them and they'll give your life a whole new meaning:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5958081297152044988?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5958081297152044988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5958081297152044988' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5958081297152044988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5958081297152044988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-fragile-part-of-life.html' title='The most fragile part of life'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/ShIqz2R6-oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QEqBWDyzf0U/s72-c/ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4562553941750450244</id><published>2009-05-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:24:38.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish fulfilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sg49EU9Jx0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-bzbRQFByYs/s1600-h/0332-0904-2506-5243_TN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336269753034590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sg49EU9Jx0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-bzbRQFByYs/s320/0332-0904-2506-5243_TN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Radha was quite contented with her life, she was a woman of fifty and wasn't very well off. Nevertheless she had a home to live in and a husband who unfortunately remained unwell most of the time.Belonging to a society, where women who had sons were considered quite superior than those who had daughters, Radha was quite a queen with five sons to adorn her status.But what no one knew was the fact that Radha longed for a daughter, who if she had, would have been her companion and her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and so did the circumstances. Her husband died and she was left with her five sons and their respective wives. As they say destiny spares no one and thus it let down a brutal blow on Radha. She became a burden for the children whom she had nurtured with her sweat and blood, as her husband had been bed ridden for a long time, Radha was left to fend for her family when her kids were quite young.Bringing the little ones up was quite a tussel for her, and now when the time had come that she could enjoy the fruit of her hardwork,she was thrown out by her sons who felt that she was no longer fit to live with them, as old age had made her very irritable and unfit for a family life.&lt;br /&gt;The depressed and worn out Radha left the house and was found by the people of an old age home, where she stared living with no taste for life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Days passed but there were no signs of improvement , her depression was taking a toll on her health.Unwilling to talk to anyone, she choose a secluded corner and spent her days sitting there with down cast eyes, lost in the painful memories that had wrecked havoc in her life.&lt;br /&gt;The old age home had many regular visitors, these were the people who spent time with the inhabitants who were mostly homeless and in many cases left by their so called families.&lt;br /&gt;Many such visitors tried to talk to Radha but she never responded.But there was a young girl, who inspite of knowing well about Radhas state came and sat next to her and talked for hours on end, despite of the fact that there was no reply from the other side.This went on and became quite a routine.&lt;br /&gt;One day the girl just came and sat next to Radha, she wasn't her usual chirpy self.Tears were rolling out of her eyes,"I lost my mother in an accident and todays her death anniversary, why did she ever leave me alone in this world!Why!"The girl started crying bitterly, she didn't expect a reply for obvious reasons, but this time her conversation found its cord.&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that you've lost your mother, when I am sitting next to you"!The girl was taken aback, this was the first time that words had left the caged persona of Radha.&lt;br /&gt;Her joy knew no bounds, she hugged Radha with an elated shriek of happiness,"Amma, youre back!You can talk to me!" Yes, my child," came the reply,"I've finally found the daughter I had always wished for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pricest bonds are those that run deep, irrespective of the lashes of time. They act as an anchor to give comfort in the turbulant phases of our life:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4562553941750450244?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4562553941750450244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4562553941750450244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4562553941750450244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4562553941750450244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-fulfilled.html' title='A wish fulfilled'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sg49EU9Jx0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-bzbRQFByYs/s72-c/0332-0904-2506-5243_TN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1001532950447251980</id><published>2009-05-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:44:39.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of the "Unknown"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SguuyZ5G-yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bCRFUdQCoB0/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550364517595938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SguuyZ5G-yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bCRFUdQCoB0/s320/fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has often been observed that we humans get scared of things that are unknown to us.We are scared of darkness because we do not know what we might encounter,if we try to explore the dark hidden realities of life.We become apprehensive about our future because we are unaware as to what it has in store for us. Every turn in the road makes us slow down our pace so that we do not collide with something that might just come unexpected.....&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the unknown is more scary than the known?Is it because of the way we think?&lt;br /&gt;Our present is still in our hands but if we talk about the future, we can only handle it when it comes our way, however much we might prepare for it,somehow things don't always turn out the way we want them to.But there is indeed a way to get a good hold on our apprehensions.."Think Positive".&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will come wrapped in the folds of joy...it indeed will.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness will give way to light...it indeed will.&lt;br /&gt;Every unexpected turn on the road will lead us to safety....it indeed will.&lt;br /&gt;Every positive thought would help destroy the negativity in our life..it indeed will:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1001532950447251980?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1001532950447251980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1001532950447251980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1001532950447251980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1001532950447251980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/fear-of-unknown.html' title='The Fear of the &quot;Unknown&quot;'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SguuyZ5G-yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bCRFUdQCoB0/s72-c/fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5897918132811920696</id><published>2009-05-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:44:11.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgjvQdd9rrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vt7K6hM9ZoE/s1600-h/bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334776824687603378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgjvQdd9rrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vt7K6hM9ZoE/s320/bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was in fifth grade, we had a chapter in our english reader. It was about a boy who wanted a cute little puppy for his birthday. When the day came, his parents took him to a place where dogs were kept and taken care of. There he witnessed something that changed his decision. A big ferocious dog was being killed since it had been creating quite a havoc in the shelter, and was thus rendered insane. There they thought that it was best to put the dog to sleep (by killing him). The boy looked at the dog and felt as if the creature wanted to be taken home, though the thought of a cute little puppy sparkled in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;The boy released himself from his parents grip and slowly came closer to the dog, he gently held his leash and the dog started following him to everyones amazement.&lt;br /&gt;Love can pacify the greatest anger, its love that heals the biggest wound, its love the brings people closer and its love that can cover the longest distance and build bridges where there were none.&lt;br /&gt;In the story the dog had been so brutally treated by its previous owner that now nothing made sense , the only thing that seemed familiar was hatred, but when the creature saw the love in the boys eyes, all the wounds that ever existed felt the healing touch of pure love.&lt;br /&gt;We often wonder, what difference would it make if we would spend sometime with our loved ones, since while living in the same house, you get to meet each other every now and then! Well the answer is , it does make a difference, it would definately make a difference if you hug your mom and tell her that shes been amazing with all that she has done for you, it would make a difference, if you go out on a walk with your father, and talk to him about anything at all, it would make a difference if you sit with your grandparents and share your worries or joy with them, if nothing else, their blessings would guide you throughout your life, those who have kids should take out time for them, it feels amazing when our parents indulge in the activities we enjoy, making them even more exciting, your spouse would feel good if you keep reminding how much you love him/her, even if the person gets irritated dont worry, it definately make one feel elated ;)&lt;br /&gt;Love is too strong a word to be described in a few lines, it has so many aspects to it, that sometimes one is just left amazed at its power, it has the ability to change the world, it resides every where , its we who forget about it..... but not for long, it keeps reminding us about its existence, a few words or just a little smile brings it back, pumping our heart and igniting the emotions within!&lt;br /&gt;Its a secret jewel that each one of us has been blessed with..so guys !its time to show off;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5897918132811920696?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5897918132811920696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5897918132811920696' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5897918132811920696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5897918132811920696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-remembered.html' title='A lesson remembered'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgjvQdd9rrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vt7K6hM9ZoE/s72-c/bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-5475730260174926129</id><published>2009-05-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:08:22.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Story Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgexWDLUjOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0vvX849JMqc/s1600-h/ins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334427276011670754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgexWDLUjOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0vvX849JMqc/s320/ins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we talk about the art of story writing, I believe God rules the charts. As one of my friends once said ,"God is the greatest story writer, he has a different story for everyone and what's remarkable is that none of the stories are similar". I totally agree with him. Each one of God's stories have different characters, different plots,and yes a different and amazing ending. But what's more important is the moral of each story. The lesson that we get to learn from someone elses life. Are we imbibing whats best in them? or are we just smearing ourselves with whatever comes our way.The latter stands true for most of us .&lt;br /&gt;When we see someone whose really successful, enjoying his/her life to the hearts content, we wish to be in their place,but never try to know what the success might have cost them.&lt;br /&gt;We all need shortcuts in life, but are unaware of the fact that even to use a shortcut on needs to know ones destination.&lt;br /&gt;A new story, a new character, a new moral, leading to innumerable chapters, uniquely different from each other.How well versed are we in these lessons? What have we learnt till date? Some of us claim to be quite well versed andwell read, satisfied with the knowledge that we gained from the mortal pages written by one of us .But do we ever try to gain the first hand knowledge that God has left in everything that he created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sing, but do we ever try to sing like a bird.A little creature who doesn't just sing, but spreads happiness in the hearts of its listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to look good and do whatever it takes in order to achieve our goal. But did we ever imbibe the beauty that nature has been blessed with . So simple yet so soothing, a treat to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we come across a hawker selling things on the streets or a rickshaw puller, are we ever inspired by them, and try to put in the kind of hardwork they put in their work in order to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;Procastination seems a much better option, cribbing, fussing about minor things, blaming God for the workload and a life hes given us. Are we ever thankful for what we have ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed with a life wrapped with the best one can ever think of, its just like a beautiful new toy that parents give their kids, but like most children we ruin it and then cry for more.&lt;br /&gt;The innumerable stories , with innumerable lessons attached to them..Lets make an effort to discover something good about life each day, giving a bit of time to the stories that it narrates . I am sure by doing this, our story will have a complete, content and a happy ending,that would inturn lead to a new beginning:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though the story of our life might not have a plot of our choice, but being its characters, we have the ability to turn it into a Blockbuster!!!!!!!!:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-5475730260174926129?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5475730260174926129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=5475730260174926129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5475730260174926129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/5475730260174926129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-story-writer.html' title='The Greatest Story Writer'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgexWDLUjOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0vvX849JMqc/s72-c/ins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-37736155260655050</id><published>2009-05-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:06:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lasting journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgOhPvrYFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RAS-jDPtps4/s1600-h/jor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333283675605308434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgOhPvrYFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RAS-jDPtps4/s320/jor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are innumerable journeys that we take up in our life, some rough, some happy and other filled with new hope.Each journey brings with it a new day, a new phase and something that we were unaware of. The journey called life is quite strange.Though we are aware of it, still it seems new every time. Its a continuous process, theres a journey of love, a journey of relationships,of care,and then a journey towards the ultimate. Though we both enjoy the journey and resent it at times, it is in our hands to make it seem new and exciting,with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;So light up the spirit in your journey and look forward to what it has in store for you with a big smile.The more positive you become about life, the better it becomes for you:)&lt;br /&gt;May your journey be most fruitful and enduring:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-37736155260655050?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/37736155260655050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=37736155260655050' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/37736155260655050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/37736155260655050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/lasting-journey.html' title='The lasting journey'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgOhPvrYFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RAS-jDPtps4/s72-c/jor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7080558728372873192</id><published>2009-05-06T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:13:58.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Con..FUSED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgHD9ybQF9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/KImelQfdXTc/s1600-h/confu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332758900058888146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgHD9ybQF9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/KImelQfdXTc/s320/confu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confusion . Does it have something to do with the way we think or its just that its there for no rhyme or reason…this sentence too seems quite confusing:) When are we actually confused? Well in my opinion people are generally confused when they cannot take certain decisions. I’ll tell you about another confusion..i.e. to be confused about the confusion you have!Sounds familiar?;)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just wonder, why are we so confused about something, everything is clear, nothings vague, but we still are quite confused. Confusions are a way through which God tends to give the reins of life in our hands.” Go take the decision yourself”, though we very well know that in the end he’ll be the one to solve it, but this is a way through which he likes to test our belief in ourselves…the choice between this and that, or just a confusion about life in general.We are most confused when we do not know where our life is heading, it’s more of an apprehension, its more to do with the way we perceive things, its more to do with doubts, its more to do with the attempt to do the best for ourselves, its more to get least involved in risk factors…….Finally , its more to do with something you are trying to reach out to, but are unable to find a way….its something to do with life, that often turns a new chapter for us and leaves us confused and transfixed, uttering just two words,”now what”!&lt;br /&gt;Confusions are a part of life, they are like a puzzle we indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;It gives us a better understanding of life, because its when we are confused that we think the most:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7080558728372873192?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7080558728372873192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7080558728372873192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7080558728372873192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7080558728372873192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/confusion.html' title='Con..FUSED!!!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SgHD9ybQF9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/KImelQfdXTc/s72-c/confu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-1135325544603875571</id><published>2009-05-04T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:07:58.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a drop in the ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sf-sFa9IcWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8CvTjmONNz8/s1600-h/drop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332169692965007714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sf-sFa9IcWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8CvTjmONNz8/s320/drop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Each drop makes an ocean", well, sounds reasonable to me!Lets assume that one day all the drops in the ocean have a fight. Each one has its own reason for not residing in the ocean any more. God! now that becomes a problem. Slowly the drops pack their bags and leave, what we see next is utter calamity...The ocean dries up and the sea creatures breath their last.&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere theres a ray of hope, one of the drops decides that the ocean has been its home, since time immemorial,its a duty for one not to desert it this way!So the drop jumps back into the sea and lands on a fish that was about to die."theres hope", cries out the creature,and hearing her voice the other sea creatures try hard to recover..looking at the miracle happen, the other drops decide to jump in..one, two, four and many more...at last the sea gets full of the drops and the ocean comes back to life.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us crib about the fact that our country is not in a good state, but have we ever tried to become a drop in the ocean and make a difference.."Why Me, what difference would it make if I don't", if each drop in the ocean assumes the same , it would take no time for it to dry up.Its important to understand ones duties and its even more important to perform them, one such duty that we should perform is to vote!That one vote of yours will make your country, your home a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing ever changes, we say", well! Nothing ever would, until and unless we take a step forward.Though the Mumbai terror attack has the worst memories attached to it, but somewhere there was something really positive that happened in reaction to it, "it ignited the fire within us", the fire to say no!To put a stop to the evil that exists, the strength to come forward and take the reins in our hands, its we who would decide whats good for our country!Yes!Its time to decided, its time to choose the best for our nation, its time to welcome that one drop that would give us a ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-1135325544603875571?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1135325544603875571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=1135325544603875571' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1135325544603875571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/1135325544603875571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-drop-in-ocean.html' title='Be a drop in the ocean'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/Sf-sFa9IcWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8CvTjmONNz8/s72-c/drop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-8072683792301980216</id><published>2009-04-30T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:30:49.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love...Let them be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfpecOZWunI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iSCgU6sRPR4/s1600-h/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676947940194930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfpecOZWunI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iSCgU6sRPR4/s320/sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever noticed how a handful of sand just slips away if you hold it tightly!However much you may try, it just makes its way out.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are just like sand, the more you try holding on to them, the more they start running away from you and the more space you give them , the more beautifully they are nurtured.&lt;br /&gt;Space is a very important factor in any relationship in this world, be it with your parents,your friends, your love interest...anyone for that matter. You can't suffocate the other person and try to own them just because you want them to be with you. The fact is the more close fisted you become, the lesser you possess.This is indeed a fact.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people who are extremely possessive about their relationships. Its great if you care for the person, sometimes it just feels amazing if someone reminds you that they are there, and would be there forever.......but on the contrary if you impose your presence on the other one and scare them with your love(lol) I think that becomes a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are like fresh air, they bring in a lot of peace and calm in our life,therfore the best way to enjoy them is to let them be...not by drifting away, but by being there like a support system that one cannot do without,taking you away from the solitary confines and giving a new meaning to life:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-8072683792301980216?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/8072683792301980216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=8072683792301980216' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8072683792301980216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/8072683792301980216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-ever-noticed-how-handful-of.html' title='If you love...Let them be'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfpecOZWunI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iSCgU6sRPR4/s72-c/sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-7486073506611364122</id><published>2009-04-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:51:44.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A special lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SffNcu-OXAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uFtn8UL-Xz0/s1600-h/spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954577545321474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SffNcu-OXAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uFtn8UL-Xz0/s320/spa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her eyes had several questions that she wanted me to answer, life had not been fair to her but she was told that she's special to God, that is why he has blessed her with abilities that are a bit different from other people, theres nothing wrong with her, its just that shes differently abled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and many like her, may or may not be a part of the mainstream but are very much a part of the world in which we reside, its just that in todays fast paced life , while we are trying to run, they are trying to keep up their pace, but, when we stop by and try to listen to them, we get to know that they are the finest teachers in the world....they teach us to be thankful for whatever we have, instead of just cribbing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when in school, we were taken to a home for our differently abled friends.As I was standing confused as to how to start a conversation, I felt a hand tenderly slipping into mine, I turned back and saw the most innocent smile in the world, till date whenever I close my eyes and go back into the fine memories, I can see the same innocent smile, as if its trying to fill my life with contentment. That hold taught me, how to trust people and more importantly how to trust your own self, specially when the going gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;Another valuable lesson that I learnt was how to be contented with what we have. My friends in the home looked like the epitome of contentment, though life was tough for them, there was no sign of remorse,instead one could feel how thankful they were for every move they made.Their smile,their cheerfulness, everything seemed to be a blessing for them, it was as if they were saying, "cheer up!Whats there to be sad about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I indeed felt quite small infront of them, because inspite of having blessed with so much in life, I had not been thankful enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being differently abled is all about being thankful, its all about being contented and happy with life,its about trying hard until one succeeds, its about spreading love and yes a lovely smile, its about trust, its about life that needs to be cherished, its about unspoken words that speak volumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day when I went back, I thanked and noticed everything that I had never valued before,including the flower that had grown in my garden for adording my abode with its immense beauty.I moved my fingers and thanked God for giving me the ability to move, I hugged my parents and thanked them for being by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took place a long time back, but the effect of that one meeting was so strong,that it inspires my life till date. My special friends never asked me for anything, but when I left I could read the message in their eyes, "do come back..we'll be waiting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings are like air, they reside in everything, its just that our thankless eyes never end up noticing them, and even if we do , we take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are innumerable things that are special about them , they have indeed come to this world, blessed with the rare qualities of love and kindness and a message to spread the same, something that we mainstream herd have to learn to imbibe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-7486073506611364122?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/7486073506611364122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=7486073506611364122' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7486073506611364122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/7486073506611364122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-lesson.html' title='A special lesson'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SffNcu-OXAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uFtn8UL-Xz0/s72-c/spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-6207840144217944896</id><published>2009-04-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:45:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happens to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfZ72MhJmeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jn5dxxGi8j8/s1600-h/mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329583380042979810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfZ72MhJmeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jn5dxxGi8j8/s320/mn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clogged in the safe haven of ones mind,&lt;br /&gt;Are the thoughts like bright sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;into a tussel that would never end ,&lt;br /&gt;who would pour in first, second, until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down to solve the problem,&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts churned out like a soothing sensation,&lt;br /&gt;All that they took was a bit of patience,&lt;br /&gt;to mould themselves into something new , different ...alas a brand new creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicated to a fellow blogger:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-6207840144217944896?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6207840144217944896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=6207840144217944896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6207840144217944896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/6207840144217944896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-happens-to-all.html' title='It happens to all'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfZ72MhJmeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jn5dxxGi8j8/s72-c/mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-9102262464603446442</id><published>2009-04-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:46:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dat'z Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfRllatDz1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WSd8RafkG_0/s1600-h/ffgghbh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328995952584019794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfRllatDz1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WSd8RafkG_0/s320/ffgghbh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life, I am really left amazed sometimes, can it ever run straight???????…there always have to be loads and loads of twists and turns to it ……most of the times it’s shooting questions at you and sometimes it just answers them aswell. Weird! But I don’t know why I feel as if such twists and turns in life just keep the flavour intact. The flavour that makes you relish each moment as it comes, but then sometimes you find that it has become a bit salty but when you stir it well and let time create the magic spell , you’d get the taste back.&lt;br /&gt;So that’s life, a bit sweet , a bit tangy, but most of the time just uuuuumazn;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-9102262464603446442?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/9102262464603446442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=9102262464603446442' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9102262464603446442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/9102262464603446442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/04/datz-life.html' title='Dat&apos;z Life!'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfRllatDz1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WSd8RafkG_0/s72-c/ffgghbh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122271937706951870.post-4058811744502875826</id><published>2009-04-23T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:14:49.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Shadows of illegal Money transaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfCT7Qj-t0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/z0p5TwEVfUs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327921005446739778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfCT7Qj-t0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/z0p5TwEVfUs/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tend to forget that “happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have , but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have”…..and yes, protecting it in the best possible manner. But inspite of all this knowledge, sometimes it just so happens that in order to extract more , we lose what we already possess , falling into wrong hands, which comes to us in the name of guidance, and in reality is nothing but pure fraud. It eventually takes us towards the wrong path. Everything that seems to be a good idea, doesn’t have to be the best, it can also be the worst that leaves you with grief and nothing else.Some such thing happened with someone, which left the person shattered and has surely left a clue for all of us to follow i.e. to…..”wake up, before its too late”. The person who is being mentioned is the sole earning member of his family, with innumerable duties to cater to. His ailing parents need consistent medical help and a sister who he had to marry . Life was showing brighter days for him, as his hardwork was paying off and had resulted into a secure financial state…..which was for obvious reasons his ultimate need . But unfortunately time had a different tale instore. Its true that we humans have the power to write our own destiny and its our shortcomings that destroy it aswell. Our habit of making the wrong decisions often leads us towards personal loss and some such thing happened with our friend aswell. He had saved a certain amount of money and was ready for any kind of unexpected expenditure that may come his way…….but not for long. He thought that it would be better if he could save his money or deposit it in a scheme so that he gets it back when needed. Though it’s a wise decision to save but definitely not through an illegal source. He came across people who sweared about their authenticity and told him that they were connected with some big names and if he deposits his money with them through chit fund committees , it’ll be in secure hands and he would get it back whenever he needs it. So the calamity struck and he got trapped. He kept on depositing his savings with the thought that he would get it back when needed. Time came when his family needed the finances on a certain important occasion. As had been promised , he went back to withdraw his savings, but as fate had it for him, he was shoved off from one person to another. Tired of running around for his own money he at last understood that the large sum that he had saved had gone to the dogs………………there was nothing left in his hands except for hopelessness and despair. You must have heard a story , where a father asks his son to earn money (in order to teach him the value of hard earned money as he had turned into a spend thrift), when after a lot of hardwork the boy comes home with a penny, his father commands him to throw it away………taken aback and angry at his fathers insensitivity, the son questions him back,”how can you ask me to throw my money away after knowing well enough, that I have put in a lot of hardwork to earn it!”, The father smiles back and replies, I know son and I am happy that today you have realised the value of hard earned money, therefore from now on , think twice before spending it pointlessly. Yes indeed, we can’t waste our money pointlessly and would never like it to be lost in vain, but then why do many of us indulge in things that instead of helping us , drown us into a big loss. Illegal Money transaction is definitely not an option for investing our hard earned money. Do we even realise what we would do if each penny that we earn, goes into the drain and that too because of our foolishness. There are innumerable recognised government organisations and banks for saving money, then why does one have to fall for a trap? “It is in your moment of decision, that your destiny is shaped”, therefore make the right decision,think twice before going ahead, after all its you who would be the recipient of your endeavours .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122271937706951870-4058811744502875826?l=aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4058811744502875826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122271937706951870&amp;postID=4058811744502875826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4058811744502875826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122271937706951870/posts/default/4058811744502875826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com/2009/04/dark-shadows-of-illegal-money.html' title='The Dark Shadows of illegal Money transaction'/><author><name>A New Beginning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292758705734074064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SmfmOM-jCHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hMcDMcRFU3g/S220/9PCCAXSOO80CA7YU65DCAL0PE7ZCAH4PNSICAG400O9CAGI5HV2CAUCR49LCASKMI3DCAHCP4DMCASHOHP2CAJXT1R4CA375M28CARE9N09CA11BBMCCALXAVGZCAWHUYV1CAF89YHFCA6TBIRCCAE50USV.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ugwQL4vN8/SfCT7Qj-t0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/z0p5TwEVfUs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
