<?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-7271453862872244688</id><updated>2012-01-30T16:20:29.751+05:30</updated><category term='choice'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='back'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='love'/><category term='madness'/><category term='happening'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Diva's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wUOcQnWbk_U" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Yea, yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Oh ohh, yeaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;I've got it all, but I feel so deprived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;And why can't I let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;There's gotta be more to life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Cause the more that I'm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Tripping out thinking there must be more to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Than wanting more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Here in this moment I'm half way out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;There's gotta be more to life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;I'm always waiting on something other than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Tripping out thinking there must be more to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more to life....life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;ohh...more to life..life..theres gotta be more to life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;ohh...more to life....theres gotta be more to life...ohhh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-8349826553857422175?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8349826553857422175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=8349826553857422175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8349826553857422175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8349826553857422175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-gotta-be-more-to-life.html' title='There&apos;s gotta be more to life....'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wUOcQnWbk_U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-1736557352445878147</id><published>2009-06-02T17:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:17:36.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'Gandhigiri' taken seriously!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently, while I was watching Richard Attenborough's Oscar-winning movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GANDHI&lt;/span&gt; on TV, there came a scene where Ben Kingsley, who plays the role of the protagonist, says "These are my clothes now",(in reference to the famous khadi attire of Mahatma)... and when asked why is that so.. He replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If I have to be the one with them, then I have to live like them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think this is exactly what the NGO's of India think today-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That the people who want to serve the under priviledged wish to be one among them!! And that can be the only justification to the fact that they offer sooo meagre salaries to the ones who actually deserve much more for having taken such an initiative and are striving hard to help the poor and needy at the grassroots level, hence working towards the development of their own nation, rather than adding money to some MNC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whoever said that we have forgotten 'Gandhigiri'!!!!????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only, it was used in the right sense!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-1736557352445878147?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1736557352445878147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=1736557352445878147' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/1736557352445878147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/1736557352445878147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/gandhigiri-taken-seriously.html' title='&apos;Gandhigiri&apos; taken seriously!!!!'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-195732146160968671</id><published>2009-03-22T20:30:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:38:25.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Miss.Wrong meets Mr. Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYYWJ2ciMjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYYWJ2ciMjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life never gives you second chances they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But how many First ones do we ever really get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Does life tell us in advance when it is about to give us one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;....Or does it tell us after the moment is gone ahead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is anything but perfect.. Especially for people like me, who always seem to be at the R&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ight&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; place at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt; time!&amp;nbsp;Yes, this is how life is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I could meet my perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.Right&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who could solve all my problems, drive away my insecurities and take me home without worries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But Wrong things are bound to happen at the 'Right' time! And so it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; happen when I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I was standing on the left side of the corridor and not on the right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I had worn that short black dress instead of the usual jeans-n-tee that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I had that pimple on the right cheek and not on the left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or may be if I was standing with my face towards him, when he entered the place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I had kept my cool when he looked at me the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Instead of going all jittery and nervous like a small child of nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only the guy had not caught me staring constantly at him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or if may be the lights on my side were a lil' more dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If may be he never saw me at all....then I'd be happy cos he'd be another Mr.Wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But sadly, HE is my Mr. Right... and made my heart fill with warm sunshine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But may be I am his Miss.Wrong... and thats why I have to sing this song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I hadn't been so clumsy that night.. I would be his Miss.Perfect and He would be my Mr.Right!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; This entire post is fictional! Such a thing never happened(atleast to me!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And hey, I have NEVER followed a guy the way the girl does in the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prolly I havnt found anyone that interesting, yet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-195732146160968671?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/195732146160968671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=195732146160968671' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/195732146160968671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/195732146160968671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-misswrong-meets-mr-right.html' title='When Miss.Wrong meets Mr. Right'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-1088605856790179026</id><published>2009-03-06T01:39:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:19:49.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Power of forgettance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So many ideas and thoughts-Created!!... but never implemented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So many initiatives taken, just to end in the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So many dreams... gone down the drain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So many lives... wasted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;"70,000 kids work for a living in shops and dhabas, across the country. Another 1,85,000 work as domestic laborers" and these are just rounded-up official figures. The so-called 'Reality' could be much more worse. Aren't these kids supposed to be the next Sachin Tendulkar or Arundati Roy. May be we even missed out on another Zakir Hussain or A.R.Rehman, just because the kid who could be, never got the chance to put his fingers on a keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back there was a discussion session held at my college with a few BITS Pilani alumnus who had come to visit Pilani on the occasion of their silver-jubilee reunion(eminent writers, businessmen/leaders/entrepreneurs) and the present 'Humanities' Faculty of the college(Some of the best teachers I know!!). The topic for the day was ' The threats hindering the progress of India'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, Child labor did come up.... as expected and after a thorough debate, the conclusion derieved was - " These children who are forced into ruthless jobs are doing it because they have absolutely no other go! For most of them, its the only means of survival and their struggle for existence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in the case of our Srinu! He is also a victim of the situations and had to succumb to measures like dropping out of school. The new laws cannot be declared as 'insane' even considering the above facts. It is necessary to kill this evil. Yet, you cannot ignore the fact that it has wiped out the one ray of hope these kids had, for their survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are other measures to be taken.  The new laws should be concerned more about each of these kids going to school and rather being allowed to work in the off-hours. Not the work in dhabas!,  but may be something like Srinu handles his father's comb selling business after work and help him in achieving better profits. This would remove the evil of child labour and still not snatch away their already meagre source of income. The only hindrance being the mentality of the father, which should be taken care of!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have no idea what I wrote this for and why??? And it was left INCOMPLETE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Did the incomplete note mean something?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I do not remember who is Srinu, I remember attending the session vaguely though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dont ever remember writing such a thing, but the note is in my handwriting, my frequently used-words, my writing style......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why did i write this and why did i leave it incomplete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Did I have an idea which could help me do something ................... may be help Srinu in someway? Why is it that I have forgotten it? How did I let it slip away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why is it that I thought about it but could never implement the idea... Whatever it was.. Can I do it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time has taken it away... My memory fails me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Power of forgettance makes me wonder in vain, if I could bring back the idea again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I could do something better for that Srinu once again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-1088605856790179026?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1088605856790179026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=1088605856790179026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/1088605856790179026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/1088605856790179026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-forgettance.html' title='The Power of forgettance'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-2722139940229081863</id><published>2009-02-22T18:13:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:23:46.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The World moves on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SaFPeZfkenI/AAAAAAAAAec/8p-rvlTFuOY/s1600-h/lkh54.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305609219677125234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SaFPeZfkenI/AAAAAAAAAec/8p-rvlTFuOY/s320/lkh54.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Sun will rise and the Sun will set, as it always did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll wake up, I'll live... and I'll go back to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time will make me happy, make me sad at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There will be memories-some sweet, some deep inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dreams will come...and dreams will go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I'll run after them....as I always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There might be many, there might be a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I shall always cherish, a true friend like you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-2722139940229081863?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2722139940229081863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=2722139940229081863' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/2722139940229081863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/2722139940229081863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-moves-on.html' title='The World moves on'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SaFPeZfkenI/AAAAAAAAAec/8p-rvlTFuOY/s72-c/lkh54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-5902694442663122009</id><published>2009-02-20T22:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:39:00.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Choices and Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfStxSpsB9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfStxSpsB9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We make choices every single day... each one of us!!!! Every moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To think wat we wanna think... to do wat we wanna do... to be who we wanna be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But when you hear that voice within you saying-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Come on, get on to the dance floor and do that&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;lil' dance&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;,...then just listen to that voice! Life is too short to worry about who thought about you what!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/7271453862872244688-5902694442663122009?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5902694442663122009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=5902694442663122009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5902694442663122009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5902694442663122009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/choices-and-voices.html' title='Choices and Voices'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-1793336762858523602</id><published>2009-02-08T00:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:29:07.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness that makes you cry!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SV0bNFsYBGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6NjqdTwluVk/s1600-h/dreams1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286411449283380322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SV0bNFsYBGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6NjqdTwluVk/s320/dreams1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 218px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats Happiness that doesn't move u to tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats the Hope that doesn't take away ur fears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats in a smile that doesn't make u cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats the love that doesn't make u fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats in a hug that doesn't sweep u off ur feet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats a look, that doesn't make your heart beat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats in a kiss that doesn't make your day bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And fills your life with love beauty and sunshine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats in a wish that doesn't come true for real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And change the way you forever think, say and feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whats the dream that stays just a dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So just go ahead and break all the realms!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cos 'Dreams' come true.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know that they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I dont know whether to smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or to cry, when they do.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, Whats happiness that doesn't make you cry!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The tears of joy and happiness that break your heart entire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And whats the Joy that doesnt make you fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That makes your heart feel heavy or give a happy sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dreams come true... I know that they do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;n I cry out of joy, cos mah dream has come true!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So keep dreaming too, till your dreams come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and dont forget to smile AND cry when they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-1793336762858523602?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1793336762858523602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=1793336762858523602' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/1793336762858523602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/1793336762858523602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness-that-makes-you-cry.html' title='Happiness that makes you cry!!!!'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SV0bNFsYBGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6NjqdTwluVk/s72-c/dreams1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-7055813319473092094</id><published>2008-12-08T19:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:44:58.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/ST0t2Lqg6_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/WzXmU4bqz0g/s1600-h/droopy_happy%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277424747215383538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/ST0t2Lqg6_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/WzXmU4bqz0g/s320/droopy_happy%5B1%5D.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;'Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans for it' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Heard it before?? believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But you still make plans,dont you? Probably everyday, or may be once in a while?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For the day.,..for the week...,for the next month, year... for LIFE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What does your bucket list include?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk this over &lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead &lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did? &lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said? &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging &lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead &lt;br /&gt;Held up so high &lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, unfortunately its true...NOT every Plan we make works!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We always think that Life will be wat we want it to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And we always make plans about how Life COULD be or SHOULD BE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life though, takes its own path..., not the ones we choose for it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But that doesnt stop us from making plans for life, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew &lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Can life ever be the way you want it to be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or are you one of those people who get everthing they ever wanted?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted &lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it &lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away &lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending &lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dont you want an happy ending to your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you always listen to your dreams? Do you believe in them and go for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dont you want your life to be full of fairy tales? Dont we all just love fairy tales?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course we do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But, somethings are meant to be, supposed to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You've got your dumb friends &lt;br /&gt;I know what they say &lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult &lt;br /&gt;But so are they &lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me &lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you? &lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me &lt;br /&gt;All the stuff that you do.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Plans blur... as time passes.... and Even the reality of the past blurs with time... just as the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;plans fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew &lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We all want an Happy ending... We want the girl to get her Mr.Right... We want the kids to have their father come back from war,... We want peace and love... We all want to get a Happily Ever after...&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Life is not like the Movies!&lt;br /&gt;Lets deal with it... we are all in this together... or so I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted &lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it &lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away &lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending &lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-7055813319473092094?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7055813319473092094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=7055813319473092094' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7055813319473092094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7055813319473092094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-ending.html' title='Happy Ending'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/ST0t2Lqg6_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/WzXmU4bqz0g/s72-c/droopy_happy%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-4137628747134528505</id><published>2008-11-25T22:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:23:35.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The World I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/039rVH0HRxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/039rVH0HRxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has our conscience shown?&lt;br /&gt;Has the sweet breeze blown?&lt;br /&gt;Has all the kindness gone?&lt;br /&gt;Hope still lingers on&lt;br /&gt;I drink myself of newfound pity&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in New York City&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we listening&lt;br /&gt;To hymns of offering?&lt;br /&gt;Have we eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;That love is gathering?&lt;br /&gt;All the words that I've been reading&lt;br /&gt;Have now started the act of bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Into one, into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk up on high&lt;br /&gt;And I step to the edge&lt;br /&gt;To see my world below&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;While the tears roll down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's the world I know&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's the world I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink myself of newfound pity&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in New York City&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk up on high&lt;br /&gt;And I step to the edge&lt;br /&gt;To see my world below&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;While the tears roll down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's the world I know&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's the world I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I walk up on high&lt;br /&gt;And I step to the edge&lt;br /&gt;To see my world below&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;While the tears roll down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's the world I know&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's the world I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-4137628747134528505?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4137628747134528505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=4137628747134528505' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4137628747134528505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4137628747134528505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-i-know.html' title='The World I know'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-7346833791611789600</id><published>2008-11-20T03:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:12:09.295+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BexWNNIWN6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7346833791611789600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7346833791611789600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-4977938805206837759</id><published>2008-11-12T19:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:27:49.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All I can do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SRruNsv965I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZL3Or6gNEcw/s1600-h/hugs_and_kisses_reflecting_teddy_bear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SRruNsv965I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZL3Or6gNEcw/s320/hugs_and_kisses_reflecting_teddy_bear.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267784633281276818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do.. is try...&lt;div&gt;To forgive you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To not miss you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do.. is just try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For as long as I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I cant promise how long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do is &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not gonna be easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none of this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atleast not with you gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try not to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dont know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I will succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try forgiving me for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do is.. try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to not think about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To forget you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might not be possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'll try keeping you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for as long as possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I cant take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you back...,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I wont try anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will give up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will want you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you will have to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the moment I &lt;b&gt;break&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos for right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do.. is &lt;b&gt;TRY&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-4977938805206837759?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4977938805206837759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=4977938805206837759' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4977938805206837759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4977938805206837759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-can-do.html' title='All I can do'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SRruNsv965I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZL3Or6gNEcw/s72-c/hugs_and_kisses_reflecting_teddy_bear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-7264767331141135608</id><published>2008-10-30T11:11:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:47:40.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie-mania!!!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally... a tag after so long.... :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yipeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1) Name five of your all time favorite movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Five??? Thats so small a number :( .. Can I name at least 10??? Please!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He he.. here are my top 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlomaQlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xFHtliQqbnc/s1600-h/kalhonaho.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262820749484900946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlomaQlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xFHtliQqbnc/s320/kalhonaho.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlVwQmtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_m6eOpQb5rg/s1600-h/ArtificialIntelligenceAI.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262820744425937618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlVwQmtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_m6eOpQb5rg/s320/ArtificialIntelligenceAI.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlauQfhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1d8tduhGTZk/s1600-h/life+is+beautiful.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262820745759718930" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlauQfhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1d8tduhGTZk/s320/life+is+beautiful.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlUM28hVgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/omQFsMdQTXs/s1600-h/eternal+sunshine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262830219443656194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlUM28hVgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/omQFsMdQTXs/s320/eternal+sunshine.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlgKY17I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Cu9vT24GHnY/s1600-h/Father_of_the_bride.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262820747219883954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlgKY17I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Cu9vT24GHnY/s320/Father_of_the_bride.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2) Name one movie you recommend as a "must see"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Taare Zameen par.. I think it makes us realize how special we all are... as kids and as adults!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlMnmGTFbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fvkeQsx-VZs/s1600-h/taare_zameen_par_-desinetwork.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262821882684708274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlMnmGTFbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fvkeQsx-VZs/s320/taare_zameen_par_-desinetwork.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 165px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3) One and only one you have seen many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the toughest of all :( I love watching movie scenes over and over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I will stick to two for now... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlOFrKXDUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xg7RN6D6HhA/s1600-h/07.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262823498951626050" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlOFrKXDUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xg7RN6D6HhA/s320/07.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 220px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlOGFkif5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/8rMAMnQZhDQ/s1600-h/titanicmovie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262823506040749970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlOGFkif5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/8rMAMnQZhDQ/s320/titanicmovie.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4) Which movie comes to your mind when I say funniest??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It has to be &lt;b&gt;Jaane bhi do yaaron&lt;/b&gt;!!! This movie is an all-time classic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Very few of my generation must have watched it though... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trust me... your stomach will hurt so hard laughing over this one tht you'll start crying at the end of it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlQhz6XpQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wdE7Uy8-2hk/s1600-h/janebhido.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262826181360067842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlQhz6XpQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wdE7Uy8-2hk/s320/janebhido.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can catch the full movie here at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2891807845277518139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5) Which movie made you really emotional?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A.I.- Artificial Intelligence, without a second thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The fact that a robot can love someone so selflessly and purely whereas a human-being cannot is heart-breaking!!! I start crying out of happiness each time I watch the ending scene... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;'His love is real. But he is not.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlVwQmtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_m6eOpQb5rg/s1600-h/ArtificialIntelligenceAI.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262820744425937618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlVwQmtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_m6eOpQb5rg/s320/ArtificialIntelligenceAI.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6) Which movie series was as interesting as the first part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Harry Potter... Except for the Prisoner of Azkaban, all of them were good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlS8lHOupI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jIWVcrR9ZCg/s1600-h/harry-potter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262828840267201170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlS8lHOupI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jIWVcrR9ZCg/s320/harry-potter.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;7) Which movie didn't, according to you, live up to your expectations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Spiderman-2 was atleast bearable, Spiderman-3 was not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlTxhvC2iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wzQTrpWYP58/s1600-h/Spiderman_203_20Poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262829749893519906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlTxhvC2iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wzQTrpWYP58/s320/Spiderman_203_20Poster.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 218px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;8) Which movie surprised you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dark Knight... I loved it so much I wanted to run back to buy a ticket for the next available show and watch it all over again the same day! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlVOMXIy6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/26GpSo_lFpA/s1600-h/2008-the-dark-knight-batman-movie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262831341883935650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlVOMXIy6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/26GpSo_lFpA/s320/2008-the-dark-knight-batman-movie.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And last but not the least,&lt;b&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/b&gt;..it turned out to be a perfect mix of Comedy and emotion... way WAY above Expectations!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLl5sNxII/AAAAAAAAAWM/W9_lUdu9W5g/s1600-h/FindingNemo_300x300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262820754072650882" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLl5sNxII/AAAAAAAAAWM/W9_lUdu9W5g/s320/FindingNemo_300x300.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-7264767331141135608?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7264767331141135608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=7264767331141135608' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7264767331141135608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7264767331141135608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-mania.html' title='Movie-mania!!!! ;)'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SQlLlomaQlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xFHtliQqbnc/s72-c/kalhonaho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-470906455099049099</id><published>2008-10-28T13:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:53:07.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comparison is a CRIME</title><content type='html'>I am not perfect.. I am mediocre.. I accept!!!&lt;br /&gt; I have been a part of the rat-race ever since I can remember... Or probably I was forced to be... But I am equally responsible for what I am , if not completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to be told about someone who is doing better than me(or so you think)... Good for them... NOT GOOD FOR ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;How does it matter??? They might be good at what they are doing... But am I good at what I am doing.. Am I happy doing what I am... Have you asked me that lately??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a coward.. I am not afraid to take chances... But have I really got any???? Or has life ever given me any????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are a coward'-you say me... Look at yourself!!What have you done greatly to use those words on me??? Yes, may be I am a coward... but atleast am trying.. What about you???? Are you doing anything???&lt;br /&gt;By saying so... you are just comparing us again and again... which is not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do not like to be compared&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Not to you.. not to anybody else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont compare me to your girl... I am not just another girl..Am your friend.. and a true one at that... you have tested me time and again.. and I have proved myself..  What else do I need to prove to you.. I am not gonna be better or best or watever.. I am just gonna be me.. Accept me as I am... and let me be me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such an illusion- its all about &lt;b&gt;Comparison&lt;/b&gt;... Its all around me, all around everyone..In our heads, in our hearts... The root of jealousy, the root of hatred...&lt;br /&gt;We all want to be the best... We all want to be on the top of everyone else..&lt;br /&gt;Life is a competition, Life is a rat race... The race starts the moment you open ur eyes to the world.. or probably before that, I dont kno..&lt;br /&gt; But we are all rats and we are all running the rat-race!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all dream.. make plans... not everything works, not evrytime... may be it does for some.. but not for everyone in this world!! Something always tends to go wrong... at least sometimes... if not always!!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's law was probably written especially for me..... and for those many others just like me.... :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am standing here today with courage in mah heart... Because I am not a coward, you cant put me down!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am not a loser...and I am asking for a chance to choose my life again... &lt;br /&gt;Ordinary is not what I choose to be... But making the very same &lt;b&gt;'Ordinary'&lt;/b&gt; to be something &lt;b&gt;'special'&lt;/b&gt;, is what I hope to do and see!!! :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-470906455099049099?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/470906455099049099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=470906455099049099' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/470906455099049099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/470906455099049099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/comparison-is-crime.html' title='Comparison is a CRIME'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-920279951898806345</id><published>2008-09-14T23:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:19:49.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NOW......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SM1OLD45m3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1XxCC6MrbYE/s1600-h/Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245935092885986162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SM1OLD45m3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1XxCC6MrbYE/s320/Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you have hard work to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today the skies are clear and blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow clouds may come in view,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is not for you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you have a song to sing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Let the notes of gladness ring&lt;br /&gt;Clear as song of bird in spring;&lt;br /&gt;Let every day some music bring;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have kind words to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say them now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may not come your way,&lt;br /&gt;Do a kindness while you may,&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones will not always stay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have smile to show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show it now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make hearts happy, roses grow,&lt;br /&gt;Let the friends around you know&lt;br /&gt;The love you have before they go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you have a kind word to say, say it now&lt;br /&gt;If you have something to give, give it now&lt;br /&gt;If you can make someone glad or another less sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do it now... do it now... do it now.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have trust to bestow, show it now&lt;br /&gt;If you have friendship to give, give it now&lt;br /&gt;If there’s pain you can ease or someone you can please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do it now... do it now... do it now...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-920279951898806345?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/920279951898806345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=920279951898806345' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/920279951898806345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/920279951898806345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/now.html' title='NOW......'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SM1OLD45m3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1XxCC6MrbYE/s72-c/Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-4114211840813468248</id><published>2008-07-17T22:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:55.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SH-DjsjQkKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NiV6rq0w_lk/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SH-DjsjQkKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NiV6rq0w_lk/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224038742050771106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hug was all I craved for... I had asked for nothing more.. I tried to convey it thru'  my eyes..but If only you attempted to read them that day!!&lt;br /&gt;But you dint... Your eyes wandered... as they always do of course, even till this day... and your fingers stuck to the mobile phone, like that meant more to you...&lt;br /&gt;May be it did... To me though , a Hug at that moment, was all i needed, for ever.... &lt;br /&gt;But I couldnt see it in your eyes...it was casual for you... I am talking about the time we met last.. if you still didn't know....&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year now... Almost... but feels like its been ages ago...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I remember every single detail... the last glimpse I got of you moving away from me.. kills me whenever I think of it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;..................as you let me go.. or rather just let me be there!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the moment I first saw you that day... knowing that this is the last time we were meeting in a long time to come... &lt;br /&gt;i can still recal the sudden lump that formed in my throat, the rush of happiness and the pain- mixed in abundance!!! It was an unusual moment.....&lt;br /&gt;It still fills me with Hope each time I relive it in my mind somehow.. cos I know it with all my heart - THAT moment will come again... someday!!&lt;br /&gt;Dont kno WHEN??????&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But its no use... cos right now,evry moment seems bland... A Hug is all I had craved for , just that one day...&lt;br /&gt;But when has life ever given me what I wanted... &lt;br /&gt;Feeling special is not enough... you need to show it, you kno!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cos this heart is crazy.. it craves for the silly things- like a HUG, like 'a one last extra glimspe'.. &lt;br /&gt;like the look in the eyes which would say-' I will never forget you'... like the touch which would say 'i'll hold you when you'll fall'...&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt understand...oh, this silly stupid heart!!&lt;br /&gt;That day it dint listen to me.... it was feeling sad.. it was not happy though I tried hard to be, on the outside... but you couldnt see!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I listened to you intently... as I always did.. I like talking of course,.. but not when you do.. i need to hear you speak... the most of I can get!!&lt;br /&gt;To capture each of the words you speak and lock them deep down somewhere in my memories.... &lt;br /&gt;and of course, no need to ask- they still are safe and sound, just like you in my heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting right beside each other then... but we were worlds apart already!!!&lt;br /&gt;You were in your own world, and i could just keep craving to be in yours... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here we are- Miles and miles apart. Sometimes I wonder how it would feel.. with your thin yet strong shoulders around me... feeling the warmth that would fill me.. melting me and my heart....oh, I dont kno how it would be!!! And I dnt want to think about it now....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A Hug is all I had craved for that day... and for which I crave even today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-4114211840813468248?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4114211840813468248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=4114211840813468248' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4114211840813468248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4114211840813468248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/hug.html' title='A Hug'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SH-DjsjQkKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NiV6rq0w_lk/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-7721211669446315064</id><published>2008-07-12T02:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:02:54.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What an Idea :) :)</title><content type='html'>'Ideas' and 'Dreams'.. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Both these ads moved me to tears..Hope they touch u too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone starts small.. the SECRET is to DREAM BIG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVg5XbYGOaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVg5XbYGOaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LVniTIA6gfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LVniTIA6gfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-7721211669446315064?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7721211669446315064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=7721211669446315064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7721211669446315064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/7721211669446315064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-idea.html' title='What an Idea :) :)'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-529106460315230669</id><published>2008-07-03T01:12:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:29:49.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somethings Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SG-oroMAVHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZdHggElzkYg/s1600-h/jh%3B%5Bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219575960621306994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SG-oroMAVHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZdHggElzkYg/s320/jh%3B%5Bk.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A letter that dint reach its recipient.. A phone line that went blank... An e-mail left unread... A poem/lines written on a paper,just thrown away.. Someone walking away from you without giving you a chance to say...When was the last time you had something that stayed in your heart... something that was left unsaid????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes its death that does us apart... Sometimes its fate... Sometimes its TIME.. Sometimes luck... But the one 'sometime' it really hurts.. is when that 'Sometime' is &lt;strong&gt;EGO&lt;/strong&gt;,be it yours or that 'somebody' else's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are always eveready to measure love/relationship/happiness.. We all want to be the best ... we are always bent on comparing oneself with others.. We are ready to blame others.. We are slaves to your own Ego... We are fools,... We love but do not say.. We hide!!!We hate and we show it... We DO know well how to make our lives miserable every way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We forget to tell our loved ones how much we love them when they are around.. We waste words... We wait for the right time to say things... But the time doesnt come... Time flies by, it doesnt stop!! Its late.. and then the chance is taken away!!! Things are left unsaid... 'Things' which could have changed our lives.. 'Things' which could end THIS life and open the doors to a new EXISTENCE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time is lost... &lt;strong&gt;Somethings are left unsaid&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When someone doesnt reply to an SMS... When someone doesnt answer a call... When someone doesnt reply to an e-mail....&lt;strong&gt;Questions&lt;/strong&gt; arise... questions that boggle the mind... Questions that destropy our peace, and start poking the heart..... Making it feel the real meaning of pain... The Pain-which erodes away all the happiness and love of the past!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But Pain fades too with time... It does know well how to cause the damage and then move away!.... and Time is selfish... it takes away the happiness and the pain with it... leaving only the vague memories of the sadness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So when confronted again or whenever, IF time ever gives a chance again...by then, the feeling is not the same... it can never be the same again!!!It has faded and bluntly refuses to come back again... both the Pain and the Love,... In the end-BOTH TIME AND PAIN BETRAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They say that TIME HEALS EVERY PAIN.... What they forget to mention is that Evry Pain/Hurt leaves a SCAR behind!! &lt;strong&gt;A scar that forever stays&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. :  A total work of fiction.. Its not pointing to my life or anybody else's.. But if you do feel u can relate to this feeling in anyway at all...I wud say- Mission accomplished!!!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-529106460315230669?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/529106460315230669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=529106460315230669' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/529106460315230669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/529106460315230669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/somethings-left-unsaid.html' title='Somethings Left Unsaid'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SG-oroMAVHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZdHggElzkYg/s72-c/jh%3B%5Bk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-8018348197063133305</id><published>2008-05-29T09:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:57:50.194+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This one...</title><content type='html'>,.... is for the one who is so far away from me... &lt;br /&gt;for the one i miss with all my heart..&lt;br /&gt;the one i can never say goodbye, even if i tried,...&lt;br /&gt;the one to whom there is no need to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;cos for us, there can never be a goodbye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNsQewlFtEs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNsQewlFtEs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-8018348197063133305?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8018348197063133305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=8018348197063133305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8018348197063133305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8018348197063133305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-one.html' title='This one...'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-5240706098279520937</id><published>2008-05-13T08:22:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:07:57.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tired of being 'not good enough'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3XkGQGWC-c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3XkGQGWC-c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired!!! Tired of trying too hard... trying to give my best.. trying to be good enough... But may be I am not good enough... will I ever be good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am never gonna be good enough.. am I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good enough for my parents no matter how hard i try.. inspite of the fact that I gave up my dreams for their simple wishes of how they wanted me to be.. I live evry single day hoping that atleast they will be happy for wat i do... but how much can i try... i rather give up, u kno... cos i end up being a loser both ways... their expectations just keep increasing... and my dreams get killed each single day... I just cannot be good enough for them, n thats the simple fact/truth!!!!! I wish they knew how i felt... but gosh, how many times do i gotta tell them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never be good enough for my friends... I am tired of being &lt;strong&gt;'unspecial'&lt;/strong&gt; .. tired of being so unaware.. so ignored.. so kept away.. n so thrown out!!! I cant force ppl to tell me things... i dnt wanna try hard,.. i cant force them to love me... I cant tell them to care!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess i deserve to be ignored and thrown out... &lt;br /&gt;May be its my bad karma as they say...&lt;br /&gt;But where am i bad?? Wher am i going wrong???&lt;br /&gt;I give my best.. I give them evrything I got... BUT,&lt;br /&gt;I cant keep giving and giving and not gettin anything in return.. even I am human after all.... I am tired of giving.. and I am tired of waiting to be loved!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life in evry sense.. i hate this world... all the love seems to have got erased, i just feel like a dead bird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just draggin on absurdly.. i live without hope....and if am talking all smiles, you should know that am faking it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont blame hope... it stayed with me as long as it could... well, after all... Hope loses patience too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living a life minus the dreams... oh, that prolly qualifies to be called hell..I tried standing up and trying to walk.. but each time, again n again, i fell!!&lt;br /&gt;I do not blame the world .. I blame myself.... dealing with depression regret and agony... i dont need anyone's help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my place now... I can handle the reality...&lt;br /&gt;But that doesnt mean i will change.. i will remain the 'not good enough' me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos as absurd i may be, i am very true to myself and others&lt;br /&gt;I talk abt bitterness... not abt happiness and flowers&lt;br /&gt;I know how to deal with this world.. and I kno I will do it&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the lamps of HOPE someday, will once again be lit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am gonna be good enough.. for myself.. only for ME and not for anyone else it would be!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: am sorry for the depressing post and video... but its just one of those times, when i had to write this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-5240706098279520937?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5240706098279520937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=5240706098279520937' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5240706098279520937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5240706098279520937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/tired-of-being-not-good-enough.html' title='Tired of being &apos;not good enough&apos;'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-9009567661051337018</id><published>2008-05-08T12:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:56.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Circle of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCP-mlxTJyI/AAAAAAAAANU/xH6RTBlqpXc/s1600-h/IMG_6660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCP-mlxTJyI/AAAAAAAAANU/xH6RTBlqpXc/s320/IMG_6660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198278333843056418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the world really this small???&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that I am being confined to only one part of it???&lt;br /&gt;Am I walking around in circles... or is that you who is doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Are we walking together, or are we just crashing into things!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hope never to see you again, or did i sub-consciously pray for you to come back in???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had let go of you... but then did I ever 'have' anythying to let go at all.... i wish i knew the answer, i wish i could believe!!To 'have' what never was.... and may &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be... But then there's always a hint that its how things are just meant to be!!&lt;br /&gt;Or may be some things are meant &lt;strong&gt;'not to be' &lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;But then, co-incidences are such a rarity...&lt;br /&gt;and with my belief in destiny diminishing each day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still seem to be recovering &lt;br /&gt;COs there's something that baffles me even today...&lt;br /&gt;that forces me to think that its all a part of the game...&lt;br /&gt;but will my thoughts and feelings ever remain the same?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human too... its not just you!!&lt;br /&gt;I am confused, lost, frustrated and hurt.. as much as you...&lt;br /&gt;May be a bit more, I dont know...&lt;br /&gt;How could I know.. You never told me so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you'r always right... why should i comply...&lt;br /&gt;I get to choose things too.... after all, its my right to fight!!&lt;br /&gt;fight for my happiness, that i will do&lt;br /&gt;but dont forget that my happiness belongs to you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I dont like compromises... but i like you&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to compromise... but if you could just do it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you all along... evn though i cannot accept it!!&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you are back..... I wish this lasts, a prayer for which i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like something big is gonna happen now that we are here again...&lt;br /&gt;But there must be a reason for this to happen&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for evrything they say...&lt;br /&gt;A reason to love&lt;br /&gt;A reason to forget&lt;br /&gt;A reason to believe that we will keep meeting... again n again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle of life brings us face to face again.. lets try this time to walk in the circle ... not in the opposite directions... but together in the same way!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-9009567661051337018?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9009567661051337018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=9009567661051337018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/9009567661051337018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/9009567661051337018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/circle-of-life.html' title='Circle of life'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCP-mlxTJyI/AAAAAAAAANU/xH6RTBlqpXc/s72-c/IMG_6660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-6742297994598451373</id><published>2008-05-07T10:05:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:01.674+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things that make life wonderful :)</title><content type='html'>The simple craving for ice-cream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJL1N9NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7qkIBpvRuv8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJL1N9NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7qkIBpvRuv8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509270036149458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, who can resist the chocolates!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJL1N9OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qAdOTunxBTU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJL1N9OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qAdOTunxBTU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509270036149474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJL1N9PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/73xhxFcNi_A/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJL1N9PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/73xhxFcNi_A/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509270036149490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breathtakingly amazing sunset!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJb1N9QI/AAAAAAAAANE/weLLrl5M9VU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJb1N9QI/AAAAAAAAANE/weLLrl5M9VU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509274331116802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope of angels praying for us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJb1N9RI/AAAAAAAAANM/x4cud94QbNk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJb1N9RI/AAAAAAAAANM/x4cud94QbNk/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509274331116818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purity of a mother's love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7b1N9II/AAAAAAAAAME/ZEjzB204b6w/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7b1N9II/AAAAAAAAAME/ZEjzB204b6w/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509033812948098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch n the joy of a father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7b1N9JI/AAAAAAAAAMM/52lwYyc1ZLk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7b1N9JI/AAAAAAAAAMM/52lwYyc1ZLk/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509033812948114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence as a child.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7r1N9KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PQn04QFWDEk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7r1N9KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PQn04QFWDEk/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509038107915426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exilirating dance in the rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7r1N9LI/AAAAAAAAAMc/w0PF-1-3kY8/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC7r1N9LI/AAAAAAAAAMc/w0PF-1-3kY8/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509038107915442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one special dance with that special someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC771N9MI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZaD5C-POZew/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFC771N9MI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZaD5C-POZew/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197509042402882754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first love, the first kiss!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCnr1N9DI/AAAAAAAAALc/ExfcBQEVLek/s1600-h/kiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCnr1N9DI/AAAAAAAAALc/ExfcBQEVLek/s320/kiss.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508694510531634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding bells ;)..(n of course the happiness of lookin' beautiful n feeling special)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCn71N9EI/AAAAAAAAALk/zRUswLjmLSg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCn71N9EI/AAAAAAAAALk/zRUswLjmLSg/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508698805498946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding flowers and blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCn71N9FI/AAAAAAAAALs/dquOTSJ4lPI/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCn71N9FI/AAAAAAAAALs/dquOTSJ4lPI/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508698805498962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cherishment of a FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCoL1N9GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ghsnuxtcS0I/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCoL1N9GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ghsnuxtcS0I/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508703100466274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bliss of settlement called HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCoL1N9HI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Gjf7G1cTOvY/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCoL1N9HI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Gjf7G1cTOvY/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508703100466290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments of liberation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCLr1N8-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oj5SBi_TS_w/s1600-h/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCLr1N8-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oj5SBi_TS_w/s320/15.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508213474194402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising life and its simple beauty... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCLr1N8_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vwsev2x3jus/s1600-h/16.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCLr1N8_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vwsev2x3jus/s320/16.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508213474194418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silly lil' things we love no matter how old we grow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCL71N9AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Pdrvm_2wGzc/s1600-h/17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCL71N9AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Pdrvm_2wGzc/s320/17.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508217769161730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CANDY part of life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCL71N9BI/AAAAAAAAALM/sR1VmrVaJ3o/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCL71N9BI/AAAAAAAAALM/sR1VmrVaJ3o/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508217769161746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the SPICE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCL71N9CI/AAAAAAAAALU/g5XmhhHPtbQ/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFCL71N9CI/AAAAAAAAALU/g5XmhhHPtbQ/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508217769161762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget the celebrations!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA1b1N85I/AAAAAAAAAKM/70J--kCQ1t8/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA1b1N85I/AAAAAAAAAKM/70J--kCQ1t8/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197506731710477202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is expensive... but its happiness after all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA171N86I/AAAAAAAAAKU/p2C8D2GSUA8/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA171N86I/AAAAAAAAAKU/p2C8D2GSUA8/s320/21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197506740300411810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is in YOUR hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA2L1N88I/AAAAAAAAAKk/T4AhPA06Lyo/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA2L1N88I/AAAAAAAAAKk/T4AhPA06Lyo/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197506744595379138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS ENJOY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA2L1N89I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7bDIkwu3ROo/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFA2L1N89I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7bDIkwu3ROo/s320/24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197506744595379154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-6742297994598451373?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6742297994598451373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=6742297994598451373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/6742297994598451373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/6742297994598451373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-make-life-wonderful.html' title='Things that make life wonderful :)'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/SCFDJL1N9NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7qkIBpvRuv8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-4196305848609443782</id><published>2008-03-28T05:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:07:40.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder years</title><content type='html'>The best sitcom ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Po5-0MQBFb0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Po5-0MQBFb0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-4196305848609443782?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4196305848609443782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=4196305848609443782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4196305848609443782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4196305848609443782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonder-years.html' title='The Wonder years'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-4448463482753112610</id><published>2008-03-23T19:59:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:02.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R-aS9qf1C6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/suVIodJ51pM/s1600-h/Z1kuchjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R-aS9qf1C6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/suVIodJ51pM/s320/Z1kuchjs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180990009413798818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a pessimist... I am a masochist!&lt;br /&gt;I dont enjoy pain... but i dont deny that I like it either...&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I 'want to accept' it as a part of my life... Or may be I 'want' it to be a part of my life....&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I want to feel joy as well!!!Infact I wanna feel every emotion the world can possibly make me feel!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel anything and everything....&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel every emotion in 'abundace'.... feel it deep from within... to feel it more than the word 'feel'!!!&lt;br /&gt;... I want to feel true happiness.... I wanna feel the bliss of joy.. I wanna well up with love... &lt;br /&gt;But alas, I dont seem to feel 'love' 'happiness' or 'joy' in its entire depth or feel any of them them the way i want them to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain somehow, seems more powerful and ever-more fulfilling than joy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIN- with its vicious fangs that smear deep into my heart... making every single cell of the body aware of its presence....making the entire world seem like an iniquitous hell... but yet, entirely and postively promising the totality of the emotion it has got to offer!!&lt;br /&gt;Happiness on the other hand is conditional!!!It rarely comes...and when it does, it just brushes past... just like a feather flying in the breeze ...&lt;br /&gt;May be thats the reason that 'Rain' is always associated with 'pain', while 'happiness' connected with 'breeze'.... &lt;br /&gt;Rain- when evry drop can be felt evidently on the skin, with the feel lingering on even after its gone!!... making you feel the chill and the hurt oh-so smearing as a fresh cut just starting to bleed...... &lt;br /&gt;While the breeze, just rushes past your face... and moves away hardly making you smile... and even before you are yet to realise the entirity of the feel, it vanishes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is the opposite of selfishness' or so they say. If thats the case, then I felt love in everything in the world before... I saw love in everyone-everywhere, but now I dont feel love anymore... all i feel is pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats why I call my life 'irony' :) ... funny as it may seem..&lt;br /&gt;I came to learn this word some 6 years ago as a kid just out of school.... It fascinated me... It intrigued me... It baffled me.... and it still does even today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want life to be ironic... makes me feel a sense of completion... I feel irony in my life evry single day!!&lt;br /&gt;Or may be its my fascination for this word that makes me so susceptible to it!..but watever it may!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to welcome pain and cherish irony... &lt;br /&gt;Cos anyways, they are here to stay...&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the most out of every emotion i get...&lt;br /&gt;Watever life gives me, I shall not regret!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-4448463482753112610?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4448463482753112610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=4448463482753112610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4448463482753112610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/4448463482753112610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R-aS9qf1C6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/suVIodJ51pM/s72-c/Z1kuchjs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-3313619934967373048</id><published>2008-03-08T14:00:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:03.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>A secret to Happniess :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R9JgIlYFtjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WPzHEUDqcKA/s1600-h/P6210026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175304622390490674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R9JgIlYFtjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WPzHEUDqcKA/s320/P6210026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you said 'Why me?? Why me of all people in the world?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you cursed urself saying-'I must be the unluckiest person in the world!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't really long ago,was it???.. It cud hav been just yesterday, cud hav been just last week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont worry, I am not confronting you.. I couldn't....cos I'm a culprit too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do have a lil' secret to overcome this ... and today I wish to share it with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos you see, gettin upset is not a crime... but letting this bad mood of urs move towards depression is without doubt, punishable!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets accept it, each one of us goes thru turmoil, bad luck, troubles... or watever u call it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And each one of us feels that our pain is the deepest/biggest/worst in this world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like in hindi its said- 'Apna dard, duniya ka sab se bada dard'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To each one, their own!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always fail to realise that prolly there is someone else saying these same words too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone feels unhappiness.... Life is unfair to each one of us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Duniya mein aaye hai, toh jeena hi padega... Jeevan hai agar zeher toh peena hi padega' :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I am sounding too philosophical :O.... Out, Out,shuuuu!!! Just go!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew, okies.. the dard-bhare lines are out of my head now :P :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ok, now i will get to the main aim of mine... To share with you, my secret to HAPPINESS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its wat we all want... dont we??? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have prolly seen/read this somewhere b4, if u cannot recollect where, let me remind you where...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its called Gandhiji's talisman... and It is printed on the 2nd page on NCERT text books used for CBSE syllabus in shcool... and it goes like this-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'I will give you a talisman. Whenever you are in doubt or when the self becomes too much with you, apply the following test:RECALL THE FACE OF THE POOREST AND THE WEAKEST MAN WHOM YOU MAY HAVE SEEN AND ASK YOURSELF IF THE STEP YOU CONTEMPLATE IS GOING TO BE OF ANY USE TO HIM.Will he gain anything by it? Will it restore him to a control over his own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to Swaraj for the hungry and spiritually starving millions? Then you will find your doubts and your self melting away.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess the talisman teaches you to be a more humble person and tells you not to get too involved with your own life by forgetting everyone else's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has worked in different ways for me till date..... I am 21 and I have been using it since past 8 years... Each time I did, I found a better me hiding inside... and each time, I also found out how much the world needed me.... I found purpose... I found peace!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time I recollected it in my mind, I realised how miniscule my happiness or my sadness is, when compared with that someone else who is prolly the 'saddest' person in the world but doesnt even know it, becuase he has never felt any happiness to compare it with or to try to change with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do try applying this small advice in your life too..atleast the 1 next time you feel sad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if it helps, please pass it on to others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets spread happiness, while we can :) shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-3313619934967373048?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3313619934967373048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=3313619934967373048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/3313619934967373048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/3313619934967373048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/secret-of-happniess.html' title='A secret to Happniess :)'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R9JgIlYFtjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WPzHEUDqcKA/s72-c/P6210026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-8062002961269529515</id><published>2008-02-09T23:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:05.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day Countdown!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6303euv0wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BTEm4JvVQyQ/s1600-h/nuits-blanches-a-seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165053581642945282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6303euv0wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BTEm4JvVQyQ/s320/nuits-blanches-a-seattle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What if someone you never met, someone you never saw, someone you never knew was the only someone for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the tagline of one of my very favorite movies- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan... Do i need to speak for the Chemistry??? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is loosely based on the old classic &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'An affair to remember'&lt;/span&gt; and is quite inspired from it...Infact there are scenes mentioning this movie and taking a hint or two from it to find love too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you must be wondering why is it my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's day&lt;/span&gt; countdown special???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its because of the story of this movie!!! Its my most favorite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines day&lt;/span&gt; movie now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos it so happens is that in the entire movie, Sam(Hanks) and Annie(Meg) do not meet each other at all and only get to meet each other for the 1st time in person at the end, when they happen to meet each other on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines day&lt;/span&gt;, on the top of Empire State Building(which is predecided but yet not decided)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the movie talks a lot about destiny, and about the choices we make in life.. And also about those feelings when you just read something or hear something about/from someone and realise thats its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What YOU really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it is about believeing that someone is made for you, just a gut feeling!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie also talks about taking chances..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R630Eeuv0vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0Egh4bW9RI4/s1600-h/sleepless5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165052705469616882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R630Eeuv0vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0Egh4bW9RI4/s320/sleepless5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of the movie to me is when Meg Ryan realizes that there is no magic in her relationship with her fiancee.. She then takes a step, takes a stand and takes a chance.... She sees the signs... like they say-Sometimes, Its just meant to be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meg Ryan's eyes are the most beautiful eyes a woman can have.. She doesnt even have to speak....Her eyes say it all.. And she has long hair in this movie,which I feel, makes her look more innocent than she ever cud be!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, the movie is all about finding love by realizing and believing that someone magical will walk into your life... and if he/she doesn't.. You should walk into theirs :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; countdown BEGINS :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S : 'Its a total chicks flick ;)' ..&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&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/7271453862872244688-8062002961269529515?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8062002961269529515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=8062002961269529515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8062002961269529515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8062002961269529515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-countdown.html' title='Valentines Day Countdown!!!!'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6303euv0wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BTEm4JvVQyQ/s72-c/nuits-blanches-a-seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-5305529943908300956</id><published>2008-02-06T11:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:06.406+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>A HUG FROM POOH TO YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6lR7rreekI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xBK5Fu8uhBc/s1600-h/Easter-Pooh-Friends-Eggs-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163748533536193090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6lR7rreekI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xBK5Fu8uhBc/s320/Easter-Pooh-Friends-Eggs-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with the TV remote today morning as I was having &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my fave breakfast :) and by chance, I happened to stop my channel scan on the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toon-DISNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; channel.&lt;br /&gt;It was 10 am and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;Winnie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-the Pooh'&lt;/span&gt; show was just starting(Its one o' my alltime faves since i was a kid!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched it just for a few seconds and got soooo totally involved!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart-warming&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;delightfully sweet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feel-good&lt;/span&gt; it was..&lt;br /&gt;Todays episode was a story related to the character &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porcupine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and about how sad he felt about the fact that no one could ever&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he was so pokey with sharp needle-like quills all over his body.. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;As the story progresses, we come to know tat porcupine has a penpal.. A very sweet friend with whom he shares all the happiness and sorrows thru letters... But like most penpals they never reveal their identity to each other..&lt;br /&gt;So, one day when porcupine gets a letter saying that his friend is coming to meet him as he is really very happy and wanted to hug him tightly, Porcupine gets all upset and refuses to meet him....&lt;br /&gt;He gets upset that he cannot fulfil his dear friend's wishes and also that he can never hug him tight and show his love back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happens!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the pooh and all his friends go to talk to the friend and get him to meet porcupine.. and lo and behold, the penpal turns out to be a &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TURTLE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong turtle with a strong shell! A shell that would not get poked by the porcupine's quills and get hurt!!&lt;br /&gt;And so, the story ends with the Turtle giving Porcupine a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tight sweet warm &lt;strong&gt;HUG.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The porcupine is soooooooooo happpy ..........&lt;br /&gt;And Winnie, Tigger and all the other characters are singing and dancing once again!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even simple 10 min cartoons like these have so much Hope, Faith, lessons of Friendship and Happiness in them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;May be thats the reason I still like cartoons and will always love them... Cos they show me that there is still love, innocence and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HOPE&lt;/span&gt; in this world..&lt;br /&gt;And today with this blog, I wanna send out a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warm hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all the important ppl in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I wudnt have to mention them here, they already kno they are special!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6lR77reelI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2qcQ7XEih8M/s1600-h/Pooh-&amp;amp;-Friends(600x600).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163748537831160402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6lR77reelI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2qcQ7XEih8M/s320/Pooh-%26-Friends(600x600).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A HUG FROM POOH TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's something in a simple hug.That always warms the heart; It welcomes us back home And makes it easier to part.&lt;br /&gt;A hug's a way to share the joy And sad times we go through, Or just a way for friends to say They like you 'cause you're you.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs are meant for anyone For whom we really care, From your grandma to your neighbour, Or a cuddly teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;A hug is an amazing thing - It's just the perfect way To show the love we're feeling But can't find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a little hug Makes everyone feel good; In every place and language, It's always understood.&lt;br /&gt;And hugs don't need new equipment, Special batteries or parts - Just open up your arms And open up your hearts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE JUST BEEN HUGGED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-5305529943908300956?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5305529943908300956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=5305529943908300956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5305529943908300956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5305529943908300956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/hug-from-pooh-to-you.html' title='A HUG FROM POOH TO YOU!'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6lR7rreekI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xBK5Fu8uhBc/s72-c/Easter-Pooh-Friends-Eggs-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-279952998453573574</id><published>2008-01-30T17:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:06.855+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>5 things I discovered abt myself recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6BqLrreehI/AAAAAAAAADk/r4pQwT-uapU/s1600-h/03-PS15-4~Happiness-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161241921902770706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6BqLrreehI/AAAAAAAAADk/r4pQwT-uapU/s400/03-PS15-4~Happiness-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)I have had many stress-busters(Thankfully!!) in life to help me get going even when i am frustrated and/or going&lt;br /&gt;thru' a period of melancholy... F.R.I.E.N.D.S of course, tops the list....and will remain an all-time fave!Who cares if i can mouth all the&lt;br /&gt;dialogues :D, can drool over JOey's idiosyncrasy and fall in love with Chandler over n over again :)...&lt;br /&gt;And when it wasnt Friends,Chocolates and orkut always came to the rescue!!&lt;br /&gt;But now, a new winner has emerged...and truly,the wierdest of all i must say...&lt;br /&gt;The latest anti-depressant in my life is 'Ironing clothes'...(Well, of course, only my own dresses :P!!)I m basically a lazy person....a bit reckless too...but ironing my clothes seems to give an immense sense of happiness, filling some hole somewhere within me..&lt;br /&gt;As i smoothe the creases of the fabric pressing it along the folds..my heart calms down, and a new Hope takes&lt;br /&gt;birth.. a Hope that someday,just like that fabric..my life will become neat and perfect too........&lt;br /&gt;2)I hate math...Well,most who know me will kno that me and math never gel...and i accept that i am an engineer BY&lt;br /&gt;FAULT n not by default(like the most others admit today)...&lt;br /&gt;BUT the twist lies in the fact that,inspite of having loathed numbers and calculations all my life...i am still gud&lt;br /&gt;at calculations inside my head....ask me any arithematic calculation and i will do it in my head accurately and real&lt;br /&gt;fast... well,as a matter of fact, i can give real instances of these when with peers outside during shoppin' or&lt;br /&gt;paying the autowala....i m just too good at calculations,even if i am dumb at math logic....Well, as an old saying in hindi goes-'karath karath abhyaas teh, jadmati hoth sujaan'..&lt;br /&gt;Also,Kinda reminds me of Taare Zameen par again.....I wish someone understood me then as a kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;3)I am an INSOMNIAC....well, its not always though...I just realised that I hav too much of life in me when i am happy....and so,When i am in a blissful state of&lt;br /&gt;mind,even a 3-hr nap in 24 hrs can keep me active n rocking....as i manage to have a jam-packed day with fun and&lt;br /&gt;peace at the same time!!!&lt;br /&gt;But the days i am doin' things that leave me unhappy and unsatisfied...I prefer to spend the nights sleepin'...May&lt;br /&gt;be i force myslf to sleep sometimes as well....just to lessen the duration of the pain...to feel numb about&lt;br /&gt;it,atleast for a few more hrs!!!&lt;br /&gt;4)I like it a lot when ppl come and ask me if I am a Bengali... refering to the shape of my eyes B). A lovely&lt;br /&gt;compliment it is,of course.But then, thats just one side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Smriti and many others have told me that my eyes just cant hide the emotion i am feeling at the&lt;br /&gt;moment,no matter how hard i try(to act, or be neutral)..but it just doesnt happen!!!My eyes always end up betraying me...cos many kno that i cant hide my emotions and its seen just to evidently in my&lt;br /&gt;eyes(or atleast tats wat is told to me)!!&lt;br /&gt;So, i hate my eyes...and i kno i always will.&lt;br /&gt;5)I happen to be reading 'The Kite Runner' at present(though its only wen i travel by train evryday for an hour)..The book has redefined story-telling for me. I wonder if its the story tats moving my heart, or is it the way it is&lt;br /&gt;being told..Anyways, the point relating to me here is one of the lines in the book which says-'Those people who love&lt;br /&gt;unconditionally think that everyone else does that too'...I always thought the world is like me....sometimes, i still do...&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey of realizations...some good,some badI'll cherish them as i pass by,no matter wat they are....just hoping they make me a better me everyday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-279952998453573574?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/279952998453573574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=279952998453573574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/279952998453573574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/279952998453573574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-things-i-discovered-abt-myself.html' title='5 things I discovered abt myself recently'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R6BqLrreehI/AAAAAAAAADk/r4pQwT-uapU/s72-c/03-PS15-4~Happiness-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-6999675975898709292</id><published>2008-01-22T22:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:07.071+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>FACES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R5Yrw0TKQhI/AAAAAAAAADA/nhd3UH6WJKc/s1600-h/sharbat-gula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158358540872204818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R5Yrw0TKQhI/AAAAAAAAADA/nhd3UH6WJKc/s400/sharbat-gula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every face tells me a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a DIFFERENT emotion with the slightest change of expression...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it dreams, a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it sings!!! It speaks '&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;within&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' itself... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An entire range of different &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and ideas it exudes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A plethora of strange new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it potrays....some, which probably do not even have a word to define them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every face tells me a story... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It tells me that its been there, lived thru it...seen something much worse than I could see or imagine&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yet, it survived!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not the age,its not the lines,not the shape of the eyes,nor the tan on its corners ......Its just the beauty of a creation,undefined in words.... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beauty of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the strength and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-to be wat it '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;takes&lt;/span&gt;' to be, for wat it '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chooses&lt;/span&gt;' to be...and for wat it &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile can lie...but the &lt;strong&gt;eyes&lt;/strong&gt; cannot....They cannot hide the pain, they cannot hide the hate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can hurt u,with just a momentary glance...and drill a hole into ur ego/self-worthiness,right on shot!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.....it &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with all-that-could-be...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel lost... lost among the faces i see around mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I realise I am searching...trying to find/see a bit of me in &lt;strong&gt;each&lt;/strong&gt; one of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of my &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;, a bit of my &lt;strong&gt;love,a part of my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;compassion&lt;/strong&gt;...a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of my &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,a bit of my &lt;strong&gt;ego&lt;/strong&gt;,the same confused emotion as my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,the same pain as my &lt;strong&gt;helplessness&lt;/strong&gt;, a bit of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a bit of my&lt;strong&gt; intriguity &lt;/strong&gt;and a bit of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;self-respect&lt;/span&gt;...and somehow, A lot of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some ask me questions...while some help me answering mine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end...helping me make a '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow, they end up making me realise the beauty of creation,if God really be!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faces do say it all....dont they????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a bit something that really suprised me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read this bit about the photo u see above(am sure u have seen it b4):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;'National Geographic tracked down the subject of one of its most famous covers ever. The beautiful Pashtun girl with bright green eyes could have been a supermodel here in the west; instead, she married, bore 4 children, lived through 17 more years of war and poverty, and wears the veil. Sharbat Gula's new portrait, when juxtaposed with the old, is just as powerful. The eyes are paler now, the veil is duller, the face fuller, the stare now more weary than defiant. Seventeen years seem to have passed so fast since I first saw the picture as a teenager in Sydney. I've often stared back at the original portait, and sometimes wondered where and what she was up to. The story is in the April 2002 issue of National Geographic Magazine.' - A photographer,NGC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its strikingly ironic how a woman's face actually determines her fate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It determines how people look at her, her self-confidence, the way people percieve her as--&gt; the way she somehow percieves herself; her efforts to be herself but still yearn to be like the world wants her to be, to be acceptable to the man who finally accepts her and of course---to find the MAN who would actually accept her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes its true....The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; determines it all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are choices of course....but they are 'limited'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your face decides wat you become......Your face determines your fate...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You could be of a golden heart,sure....but its a golden complexion tat makes u get wat u want!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt;: This blog is specially dedicated to my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bestfriend Smriti(aka Deeds).&lt;/span&gt;One of the most beautiful faces I know..and a face that makes me smile every moment of my life as it flashes across my eyes in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....Well, in short-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please read her latest blog about me @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoirsofmemory.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://memoirsofmemory.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-6999675975898709292?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6999675975898709292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=6999675975898709292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/6999675975898709292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/6999675975898709292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/faces.html' title='FACES'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R5Yrw0TKQhI/AAAAAAAAADA/nhd3UH6WJKc/s72-c/sharbat-gula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-8367636687235216618</id><published>2008-01-14T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:07.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taare Zameen Par</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R4tAbETKQgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z0ZOs1Chuk0/s1600-h/taare-zameen-par-wallpaper-74304-5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155285032210416130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R4tAbETKQgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z0ZOs1Chuk0/s400/taare-zameen-par-wallpaper-74304-5641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Look at the stars....look how they shine for you...'&lt;br /&gt;Ah,.. if only they really did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest star, my sweetheart and the most adorable thing in the world for me is my Brother...He is the sole most important person in my life...&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, my true companion at all times....the person i love THE most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a star of course...in every sense....My hero!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I am going to write his story....A lil' bit of his life....actually,a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to watch the movie "Taare Zameen Par',with my brother yesterday...And I am so glad I watched it with him beside me...&lt;br /&gt;It was out-n-out 'his story' on celluloid...every moment of the movie depicted my brother's state of mind as n when he was 8-9 yrs old...&lt;br /&gt;His whole childhood as i had seen it,just flashed on the screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was too much similarity to ignore...&lt;br /&gt;My brother was never good at reading &amp;amp; writing, he was scolded every morning and evening because of his horrendous handwriting, made to practice copy-writing books till the 10th standard... and the reason-he was always confused with alphabets and letters!!!&lt;br /&gt;Infact even the examples with the movie matched..&lt;br /&gt;He got beaten everyday by teachers and mom for confusing 'd' with 'b' and viceversa....THE SAME DAMN EXAMPLE GIVEN BY AAMIR KHAN IN THE MOVIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another similarity was the fact that he was ridiculed that he was not good enuff to be my brother....'I' supposedly being among the toppers of the class with the most beautiful handwriting as my most teachers said!!Again the same situation as in the movie,where the kid's bro is supposedly the topper of the class.....and the so-damn-typical sibiling comparision that happens everywhere today(humbug!)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest similarity b/w my bro and Ishan Avasthi(the kid in the movie),was the fact that though they couldn't read and write well ....they loved painting....they expressed themselves with water and colours....with design, with birds flying out of papers, and trees blooming without weather....drawing and painting a world of their own....imagining things beyond an average kid's intellect and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro won a lot of painting competitions as a kid(a kid who couldnt write,cud do wonders with pencil sketching!!!)&lt;br /&gt;But I havnt seen him paint in the last 5-6 years... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishan got a Nikumbh Sir to help him...My brother dint!!He faced handwriting and reading problems all his school life.He was broken for quite some time too....but never gave up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he is one of the most intelligent kids in his engineering class..... He's 19....but his maturity levels to handle situations would even put a 25-26 year old to shame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the best guitar player and the best teacher i kno...the best listener and empathizer...&lt;br /&gt;Today,I want him to know that He is my hero and my bestfriend..&lt;br /&gt;He is a SURVIVOR, an idol to me...with all his dedication,perseverance and hardwork, he will be a great success story someday for sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;He is a changed leaf now......and I am lucky he made thru it...HE is a HERO in every true sense of the the world...&lt;br /&gt;HE IS A SHINING STAR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAIBHAV.....YOU ROCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you shona.....and Always will.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look at the stars...they'll always shine for u!!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-8367636687235216618?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8367636687235216618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=8367636687235216618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8367636687235216618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/8367636687235216618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/taare-zameen-par.html' title='Taare Zameen Par'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R4tAbETKQgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z0ZOs1Chuk0/s72-c/taare-zameen-par-wallpaper-74304-5641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-3058704214373761882</id><published>2008-01-01T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:07.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Impossible Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R4peqkTKQfI/AAAAAAAAACw/skgW_nipeCs/s1600-h/hjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155036808870511090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R4peqkTKQfI/AAAAAAAAACw/skgW_nipeCs/s400/hjk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R4pbukTKQeI/AAAAAAAAACo/gunsBhQaRh0/s1600-h/hjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love is not impossible.But yes,its Reserved....Reserved,just for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone can find it....Not everyone gets it in return for the love given..Not everyone gets to find the kind of love they want or the kind of love they dream of(thanks to the romance in books n movies!!!!) Well,in simple-'You dont get love just because you want it!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love though,..........................always lives on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some...who love selflessly,forgivingly,kindly and patiently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some others love fiercely,possessively and imposingly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are lovers who care only for each other, caring a damn about the rest of the world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While some others make the world BELIEVE that their love is everything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some give up their life to be in love....while u'll also find those who dont mind taking someone else's life for their love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are those who WAIT....wait all their lives,,with all their heart, for love to walk into their lives....whilst there are those who go searching every nook and corner...just believeing that they'll find it someday, in the most unimaginable of places......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are those others....some those, who let go of love...who throw it out of their lives....to try to live without it...and wipe it clean....but of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blotches do remain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had heard about people who felt too much love... i thought i felt it too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i did...I dont anymore!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe now,only in my happiness...and I think I m not selfish when i say that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos everyone else does that too....everyone is selfish!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone hurts someone....and feels a bit of happiness about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Else they wouldnt do it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a devil inside everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....A devil of love....and a devil of hate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A devil of hope....and a devil thats kills it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zombies in the head....shouting and fighting...some tat sit and cry along with me....while some laugh at me.....some that make me disgusted...and some tat bring out the masochist in me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel numb....Ironically,..even to mention numb,i hav to prefix 'I feel' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelings never die....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh,how i wish I felt nothing...how I wish I could forget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I could love again...but now,i cant even find myself reciprocating for wat i get...I have become cold....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel happy.....atleast I think i do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want anyone to suffer.....but i make them do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suffer cos it makes me happy.....I dont kno about theirs!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is a birth right i say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose yours..... cos i choose mine anyways!!!&lt;/div&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/7271453862872244688-3058704214373761882?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3058704214373761882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=3058704214373761882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/3058704214373761882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/3058704214373761882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/impossible-love.html' title='The Impossible Love'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R4peqkTKQfI/AAAAAAAAACw/skgW_nipeCs/s72-c/hjk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-1210862643398277303</id><published>2007-12-31T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:08.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>tired of being nowhere!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R3jRX0TKQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/70Q1I37dEKg/s1600-h/cbb90693-1dd1-4168-be43-0320d06b33d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150096381004366178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R3jRX0TKQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/70Q1I37dEKg/s320/cbb90693-1dd1-4168-be43-0320d06b33d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;am tired!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;may be bored as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is like my 8th blog site(GOD,give me focus!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay....enough is enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll stick to this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOPEFULLY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lines from a recent favourite song--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Everyday is a revelation..evryday is a new sensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspiration...Anticipaton...Onto another Destination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Metamorphosis..............!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7271453862872244688-1210862643398277303?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/R3jRX0TKQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/70Q1I37dEKg/s72-c/cbb90693-1dd1-4168-be43-0320d06b33d5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-5720923755617622456</id><published>2007-08-12T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:09.092+05:30</updated><title type='text'>They Cry...I Pray.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/Rr8hFuTSifI/AAAAAAAAABg/72gFlwQtxfM/s1600-h/street-children1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097829685418691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/Rr8hFuTSifI/AAAAAAAAABg/72gFlwQtxfM/s320/street-children1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/Rr8gqeTSieI/AAAAAAAAABY/XbeJOol8Duk/s1600-h/street-children1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Cry...&lt;br /&gt;for not havin known what is life-&lt;br /&gt;for never gettin a chance&lt;br /&gt;to never know comfort,&lt;br /&gt;for always suffering pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray....&lt;br /&gt;that the world changes somehow..&lt;br /&gt;tht God becomes a bit less cruel;&lt;br /&gt;to make them be alive...and&lt;br /&gt;to know what life really means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Cry..&lt;br /&gt;Cos they are suffering for no reason&lt;br /&gt;for no fault of theirs;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can even give them the purpose&lt;br /&gt;to live and to love...no meaning for anythin' at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray..&lt;br /&gt;for a storm,a revolution to come..&lt;br /&gt;and make man care for mankind..&lt;br /&gt;To make him learn to share&lt;br /&gt;To make him learn to care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cry..&lt;br /&gt;Cos their life is nothin but struggle&lt;br /&gt;struggle to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;struggle to walk on 2 feet&lt;br /&gt;struggle to get pieces of food to eat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray...&lt;br /&gt;To give them happiness..&lt;br /&gt;But only if HE heard&lt;br /&gt;He cant hear their cries&lt;br /&gt;He cant hear my prayers........&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/7271453862872244688-5720923755617622456?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5720923755617622456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=5720923755617622456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5720923755617622456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/5720923755617622456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/they-cryi-pray.html' title='They Cry...I Pray.....'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/Rr8hFuTSifI/AAAAAAAAABg/72gFlwQtxfM/s72-c/street-children1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271453862872244688.post-2062905409325776826</id><published>2007-07-29T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:09.227+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happyness, Prayer and Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/Rqu-O-TSiaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VpqYOmW2dvQ/s1600-h/lifebook_words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092372968123828642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/Rqu-O-TSiaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VpqYOmW2dvQ/s320/lifebook_words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Words' are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;evrything&lt;/span&gt;...Every word has a 'life' of its own. A word spoken can make or break anything and everything. A small word like 'love' can 'change' a 'life' drastically, and the sheer absence of it makes life something else. A simple word like '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thankyou&lt;/span&gt;' can become the building block of a 'beautiful' 'relationship'. And sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; words like 'If' 'but' and 'NO' lead to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;torrenting&lt;/span&gt; drifts in emotions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;determining&lt;/span&gt; and deliberately pushing our lives into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;illusionary&lt;/span&gt; states of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happyness&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unhappyness&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; words are after all- '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ILLUSIONARY&lt;/span&gt;'....&lt;br /&gt;Because at most times, or rather it is during the most crucial of moments and circumstances,.. when you 'really' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to express something in the very 'true' sense...that you seem to FAIL at words....or I should rather say, 'Words' fail you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Trust' is one word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; never ceases to baffle me....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;evrytime&lt;/span&gt; i meet a new person-i wonder, is it possible to trust this person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;comletely&lt;/span&gt;? Why is it that we always say to our loved ones that we 'trust' and yet,most of the times....we simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a thing such as 'pure'??? can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; ever be 'Perfect'???&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you say 'forgive' to someone,do u really mean it,with all you heart?? Is there a word for 'partial forgiveness' then???&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that 'love' is a simple word to say,but the toughest emotion to express. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt;, this is the one word that gets so frequently and non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chalantly&lt;/span&gt; used when we are amongst our peers,or people who actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mean much to us...But when it comes to saying this word in front of that one person where it really matters,this one person who means the world to u, it appears like the toughest sound to come out of your lungs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us have a set of words we like,some we never care about and some we literally detest, cos even the very mention of them,gives us the creeps...&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are words you abhor personally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt;, like i do. I think most of the words in this category are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;upsetting&lt;/span&gt; and unhappy, but its like they say-'You can run,but you cant hide'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my case, this holds 'true' for the word 'pragmatism' .... I 'HATE' the word more than the word 'hate' itself. It is one word that sucks out 'innocence' slowly and steadily killing it, making a person's heart tainted. A mixture of words like 'jealous' 'ambitious' and 'individualism' -'pragmatism' blinds the person. And its because of this word that 'peace' 'harmony' and 'brotherhood' are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; wiped away from the face of the planet with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What exactly is the 'power' of words??How strong is a person when its said 'He is a man of his words'....They also say-Its easy to say and tough to do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,is it really possible to stick to your words always???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Always???'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there words like 'depression' 'fear' 'jealousy' and 'hatred'???? They say,necessity is the mother of invention...But then ,why has someone invented these wordswhen there is 'NO NECESSITY' of them at all in this world...why cant they be discarded and thrown away???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words like 'Time' 'Luck' 'Destiny' encompass and determine a 'LIFE". There's nobody to 'Care', nobody to 'Save' , No 'Comfort' but just 'Despair' and 'Desolation' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;Life is not 'Simple' and 'understanding' is 'complex'. 'TEARS' hold no worth and 'SMILES' have become expensive. 'Lies' is easy to find but 'truth' seems to be just lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably just 2 words today i really wanna truly feel about.&lt;br /&gt;The first word is 'Prayer', a word i truly believe in. When nothin seems to work out, you know you can Pray! 'Prayers' are strong!! They make us 'live again' and give show us a ray of light when there lies nothin ahead but darkness. You know it that there is someone always watching, the Almighty or the Supreme Being or Power,watever you call...you kno it will listen....BUT,only if every prayer was answered!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not the end...there is always 'HOPE' ...probably the best word ever written. This is what makes me 'live through' everything. It gives me 'courage' to face the situation today because I kno that there is HOPE for a 'better' 'TOMORROW". It teaches me to have 'patience' 'faith' and 'confidence'. In one word, 'Hope' is EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of words is seemingly endless...but yet they are not enough to convey 'everything'....No matter what language be spoken, there is always a part of the puzzle of our lives left 'unsloved'.....if only,there was a word to fill it up with...just in order to make it 'COMPLETE'................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271453862872244688-2062905409325776826?l=divasdreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2062905409325776826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271453862872244688&amp;postID=2062905409325776826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/2062905409325776826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271453862872244688/posts/default/2062905409325776826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divasdreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/happyness-prayer-and-hope.html' title='Happyness, Prayer and Hope'/><author><name>Divya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BC4g-7lwZs/Rqu-O-TSiaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VpqYOmW2dvQ/s72-c/lifebook_words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
