<?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-3027215230896005153</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:46:33.648+05:30</updated><category term='Song I love'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Numb'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Shor'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Saibo'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Music saves life'/><category term='A to Z'/><category term='Timepass'/><category term='Oabi'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Goggles'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='helpless'/><category term='Headfones and popkorn'/><category term='The Aah&apos;s and Ouch&apos;s of the Trip'/><category term='Simple life'/><category term='Music(Love of my life)'/><category term='Long time no blog'/><category term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>Onomatopoeia</title><subtitle type='html'>Imitating the music of my soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-8197434445131513141</id><published>2011-04-13T10:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:31:52.227+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song I love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music saves life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music(Love of my life)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saibo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Dheere Dheere</title><content type='html'>Liked a song after a really long time , or rather gave my precious little time for a song , and a what a song it is , its not technically flamboyant or even very innovative in lyrics but it’s a soothing effect which acted as a balm on my troubled soul .. I am giving the lyrics of this wonderful song from the new hindi movie ‘Shor in the city’ .. I am glad I can still b revived by music even if the effect is short lived &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann yeh sahib ji &lt;br /&gt;Jane hai sab ji&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhi banaye bahane ,Naina nawabi ji&lt;br /&gt;Dekhe hai sab ji&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhi na samjhe ishare&lt;br /&gt;Mann yeh sahib ji&lt;br /&gt;Haan karta bahane&lt;br /&gt;Naina nawabi ji&lt;br /&gt;Na samjhe ishare&lt;br /&gt;Dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Naino ko dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Jiya ko dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Bhayo re saibo&lt;br /&gt;Dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Naino na dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Apna sa dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Lage re saibo&lt;br /&gt;Surkhiyan hai hawaon mein&lt;br /&gt;Do dilon ke milne ki&lt;br /&gt;Ha haan arziya hai nazaron mein&lt;br /&gt;Lamha yeh tham jane ki&lt;br /&gt;O kaise huzuri ji&lt;br /&gt;Yeh lab dikhlaaye&lt;br /&gt;Chupi laga ke bhi&lt;br /&gt;Gazab hai yeh dhaaye&lt;br /&gt;Dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Naino ko dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Jiya ko dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Bhayo re saibo&lt;br /&gt;Dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Begana dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Apna sa dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;Lage re saibo&lt;br /&gt;Saibo, saibo…&lt;br /&gt;Dheere,&lt;br /&gt;Dheere (Aa….)&lt;br /&gt;Dheere, dheere&lt;br /&gt;Saibo&lt;br /&gt;Dheere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-8197434445131513141?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/8197434445131513141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=8197434445131513141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/8197434445131513141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/8197434445131513141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2011/04/dheere-dheere.html' title='Dheere Dheere'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-8127095657130295728</id><published>2010-03-02T10:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:52:03.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Baby time is Funtastic time !!</title><content type='html'>SO finally my little one is 2 months old and i have just become a 2 month old mother!!! Just when i thought it would get easier i realize it's just become tougher!!! Earlier the tantrums were just while feeding or sleeping now it's for most of the things , our hero is trying hard to fall on his stomach and when things go awry he just does the one thing he knows , cry harder so that mommy picks him up and coochi coos him .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though motherhood is no fairy tale , though it's a full time job with no holidays , no sundays, and lots of sleepless hours , it has its own fantastic perks that no other job can match. The amount of satisfaction this job gives matches no other job .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time u feel the touch of soft skin against urs , every time u r suddenly bestowed with one of the cutest and most unadulterated smiles and every time u put him to bed with the most serene expression on his face after hours and hours of lullabying is PERK TIME.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i get a call and people ask me 'How is he ??' , i feel &lt;b&gt;'He's doing fine'&lt;/b&gt; is not an answer that does justice to that question .. Each waking moment of his , he has a new discovery to make , he has a new color to remember , a new face to identify , a new word to learn , a new action to make .. I can watch him for hours and not get bored and to tell that he gets tired just watching this new world that he's occupied for only 2 months is not an under statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best experiences is when he tries to identify his own voice , i have heard that babies like to hear their own voice , whenever he makes a new sound , he has that wierd expression on his face which clearly says 'Where did that sound come from ?? Who did it ??' and he does that same sound again and again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As motherhood is not a bed of roses am sure babyhood is not even close to a bed of roses , for each and every thing the baby has to struggle , from suckling hard to fill his stomach to falling on his stomach and hitting his nose hard , everything is a learning process. Babies learn early that u dont get anything without working hard for it , there are no shortcuts no cheat sheets , if u want to sit u need to crawl first... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are fair in all respects ,they cry only when they are hungry or are uncomfortable , they do not cause unnecessary trouble ,they dont have ridiculous demands. Shower them with attention and they are all urs and the unconditional love they give u is worth any trouble they may ever cause, not to mention the instant bonding and joy they bring in within the family .. If he managed to pull my brother out of his computer and force him to cuddle him for hours , u can imagine the amount of influence he has on his grandparents , father and mother!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-8127095657130295728?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/8127095657130295728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=8127095657130295728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/8127095657130295728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/8127095657130295728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-time-is-funtastic-time.html' title='Baby time is Funtastic time !!'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-2562710626415561693</id><published>2009-09-11T13:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:29:21.023+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A to Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Tag!!!</title><content type='html'>Took up this tag from oabi, had lots of time in hand so thought y not???  Here it goes …&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Available: Nope&lt;br /&gt;- Age: 24&lt;br /&gt;-Annoyance: Lack of time management atleast professionally! (personally I myself am a mess in managing time)&lt;br /&gt;- Animal: Dog&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Beer: A drink &lt;br /&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace: Nagercoil&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world: That there always is Hope&lt;br /&gt;- Blind or Deaf: Neither&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: Cloudy &lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself?: Most of the times , Yes!&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets: For sometime after watching a nice alien movie &lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles: Absolutely yes !!! &lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic: Depends on my sanity level at any point of time&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God: Sure that’s what keeps me going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Car: Just another vehicle &lt;br /&gt;- Candy: Not so happening for me &lt;br /&gt;- Color: Lavender and yes it sure is a colour&lt;br /&gt;- Cried in school: Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: Neither&lt;br /&gt;- Country to visit: France especially Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: How abt Twilight?? :)&lt;br /&gt;- Danced: Ohhh Yes !!!&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the rain?: mmm i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;- Do the splits?: Am not sure I even understand this question&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: Plain onion less Omelet&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: Black/Dark Brown (Still not sure of it actually)&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has: A smile &lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First crush: A handsome mountaineer &lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: Do I have to go to office and let me think about it later&lt;br /&gt;- Food: Spicy ones&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest Fear: Changes from time to time , cant think of anything right now&lt;br /&gt;- Giver or taker: mmmmmmmmmmm &lt;br /&gt;- Goals: To start my own company , not sure of what :)&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parent(s)?: Yeah loads :) or rather they get along with me &lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 5 feet and 1 inch(Lots of debating happens over this insignificant number actually :) )&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: Great weather and cool hubby’s hug&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: Want to walk off to the heavens like the Pandavas &lt;br /&gt;- Health freak?: Whose health ???&lt;br /&gt;- Hate: Back biters and opportunists&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream: Can I exchange it for a Mcveggie?? &lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: Veena , love its shape and of course dearest flute !!!&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewellery: Anything that looks good on me , never much of a chooser in this &lt;br /&gt;- Job: The one thing that am always confused about , cant live with it cant live without it &lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: Adore them , you should ask them if the feeling is reciprocated&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate: Cant watch or do it&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal?: Tear it as soon as I see it for the second time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Love: Ohhh its an endless list starts from things as trivial as a rainbow and moves on to hubby, parents, bro , my ipod etc etc ohhh and books of course how can I miss them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried: Many times , I do that with movies as well&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight: Never could believe in it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt;- Mooned anyone?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage: Definitely not a joke &lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Siblings: 1&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings: 2 , granny wanted to make it 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- One wish: I am a new generation girl we are spoilt for choices and here am given just one wish???  Not fair!!!&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Place you’d like to live: Right here &lt;br /&gt;- Perfect Pizza: Pizza hut probably , need to try out authentic pizza though for me to ans this perfectly &lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke: Neither&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Questionnaires: Pure unadultered Timepass&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry: Hormones ??&lt;br /&gt;- Reality T.V: No way!!!! .&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle: ehhh ?? should I try speaking Malayalam u mean ??&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song: Munbe vaa&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: Kids size &lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body? Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked?: No&lt;br /&gt;- Skinny dipped?: Never even thought abt it ..&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily?: Ehh ?? should I even ans this ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?: mmm I should let others ans this&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower?: Not much in the shower, nobody can listen to you properly then&lt;br /&gt;- Swear?: Not much except when I say saniyane&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed Animals?: Not much of interest except if u consider ‘Mirinda’.&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates: No concept of dating at all &lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberry, don’t rmmbr having blueberries&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent: ohh I have a long list some so not so gud ones &lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed: 10&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms: Never saw one &lt;br /&gt;- TV: Timepass , makes you feel like a loser if u spend enuf time with it.&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose: Time waste &lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictable: Not much&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you hate: make it vegetables , I was never a great kid with vegetables .&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you love: Potato :))) would die for them&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot: Not any place Hot&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weakness: Munch , kurkure , a fat cute baby or puppy and krishna&lt;br /&gt;- When you grow up: I might want to become younger&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling: When I have to go somewhere when I really don’t want to&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to be a model?: u r joking rite ??&lt;br /&gt;- Where do we go when we die: Who knows ??&lt;br /&gt;- Worst weather: Hot&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;-X-Rays: My first fear , for reasons my friends noe :)&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;-Year it is now: 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow: Pithambar &lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal: Monkey&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tagging blubo and Rajath to take this up ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-2562710626415561693?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/2562710626415561693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=2562710626415561693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/2562710626415561693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/2562710626415561693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2009/09/yet-another-tag.html' title='Yet Another Tag!!!'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-8908355411677543406</id><published>2009-07-20T20:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:36:16.541+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple life'/><title type='text'>A Single Uneventful Great Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;This is the life I want, not permanently but atleast for the time being. Some times I get this feeling of being tired from deep within, sometimes am soooo tired that I hardly have the courage to face the new day. I have my reasons for being physically tired all the time, it’s a very natural acceptable reason but what I cannot justify or rather convince people is my mental or emotional tiredness. I am tired of going to office, am tired of staring at the computer and I am so very tired to travel all the way till my office. Just the thought of getting up early in the morning and start the run around the mulberry bush routine nauseates me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I applied a single day of leave for a seemingly mild health problem and all I did was sleep, take a nice oil bath, have food , watch my favorite song and visit the temple , and I cant tell you what this simple routine did to invigorate my spirits. The thought of going to office and the absolute no rest routine did spoil my mood on this heavenly day but I pushed that thought aside saying ‘nasty things later, right now let me savor this moment’s bliss.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder what a lazy girl I am, I won’t argue with your thought. At a point when am getting pampered and taken care of, I feel I deserve every bit of it and more. We have spent too long running behind the life we dream of and I feel this is one phase when I can afford to stop and look at life right on it’s face , feel it’s wonder and enjoy it. What other time there is to enjoy your life, than when you are going to bring another life on this earth??? I Wonder!!!! mmm ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-8908355411677543406?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/8908355411677543406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=8908355411677543406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/8908355411677543406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/8908355411677543406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2009/07/single-uneventful-great-day.html' title='A Single Uneventful Great Day!!!'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-445926952784992001</id><published>2009-04-24T13:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:00:44.906+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long time no blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Oabi!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;"About time you started writing again!"&lt;/b&gt; were her words , maybe she is right, it's more than a year since i wrote a blog. &lt;br /&gt;I thought my blog would have expired by now (does that happen btw ? do blogs expire ? how about blogs of expired people , do they still remind you of the people who have passed on ?? )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway oabi did a favour of tagging me and jerked me away from my &lt;b&gt;'No blog writing'&lt;/b&gt; mode (not that i'll be writing regularly from now on , but i'll try atleast once in a while ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attempted to answer most of the questions below , lets see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning &lt;/b&gt; : Dont expect any fancy , witty answers !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shudnt that be husband in my case ?? (lover + BF + watevr?? ) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll dream a 'time machine like hermione's' into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious Kicking or Just for fun kicking ??  i have ppl under both categories :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First would try to remembr how many zeroes a billion has ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love has become my best friend ... (sniff! too sentiMental is it ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No waiting business , will simultaneously love and live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care coz any way its a secret 'like', so i'll secretly assume that he's not "already attached" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course actor/actress , I mite as well learn acting from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of helplessness , if it enters it consumes me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;i&gt;How do you see yourself at this time ten years down the line?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expert in cooking and  time management ?? (Hopefully ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;What’s your fear?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting engulfed by huge waves ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wudbe IAS Officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick question .. coz i dont have the choice anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;i&gt;What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHeck the alarm clock reset it to another time and get back to sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;i&gt;Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;define 'ALL' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;i&gt;If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fall in love with a lot of people , there are many types of love !!! i wont pick , i'll keep all types of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;i&gt;Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might forgive but no forgetting business , once bitten twice shy policy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;i&gt;Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice here either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;i&gt;List 6 people to tag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Blubo &lt;br /&gt;      Sowmya &lt;br /&gt;      Manoj &lt;br /&gt;      Maleeha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-445926952784992001?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/445926952784992001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=445926952784992001' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/445926952784992001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/445926952784992001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-oabi.html' title='Tagged by Oabi!!!!!'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-1038758988145603692</id><published>2008-04-11T08:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:00:46.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Numb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helpless'/><title type='text'>Helplesness!!</title><content type='html'>Helplessness !!!!  I can maybe use a word more sophisticated than this , but the point is whichever word we use for helplessness, it sure is a very weird all encompassing  feeling , something that, at times numbs your brain and makes your hands and legs go senseless , a feeling which makes you feel utterly useless, which makes your mind meditate on 1 and only question &lt;b&gt;“Why????”&lt;/b&gt; , why can I not do this ? why is this happening to me ? why dint I see this before?? Why dint they come and help me? Why did they leave me etc etc .. The brain gets boggled with all these questions and pushes you into extremities!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is helplessness? Is it a feeling that oozes out of a human being when a mother sees her child in coma and she can do nothing about it ? Or is it when your most loved one passes away just like that, leaving you to rot in an emotional purgatory and you can do nothing to escape from that?? Is it when you love somebody with all your heart just to realize there is not even an ounce of reciprocation from the other side??  Is it a feeling that squeezes your heart so badly that you can feel your being becoming hollow due to lack of blood ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say helplessness is at the peak when you leave everything to god hoping that he’ll help you in this situation , will help you get over this bad phase , that he’ll never let go of your hand no matter what only to realize that he’s still holding your hand but is too busy to notice that , too busy to notice that we have held on to his hand soo hard out of helplessness , not just out of love as before!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-1038758988145603692?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/1038758988145603692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=1038758988145603692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/1038758988145603692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/1038758988145603692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2008/04/helplesness.html' title='Helplesness!!'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-5153183882162654749</id><published>2008-04-07T12:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:08:33.844+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goggles'/><title type='text'>Marriage?? seeking convenience or compatibility ???</title><content type='html'>One more girl in the marriage mart… honestly speaking all I hear these days are statements like “U know so and so is getting married to so and so.. ?? “ , “you know how grand that engagement or marriage was ? “ or the statement of the upper middle class “I heard that guy is from America , well the girl is lucky she’ll be now settled in America!!, he’s got this grand house blah blah… “ this is the time when I seriously feel are all guys settled or aspiring to be settled in America a cocktail of bill gates + ambani’s + hrithik + shahrukh ?? a perfect mixture of charm , money , brilliance etc etc?? or is it the usual hype about getting settled in America!!! Why does America contain such an attraction especially to the parents who wanna get their daughters married and why do the grooms parents feel especially superior because their son was lucky enough to get a job in just another part of the globe?? There is nothing wrong with the parents to expect a comfortable life for their daughter or the parents to feel proud of their son who has crossed the legendary seven seas and made a life for himself. But sometimes it all gets a bit overboard and the point of marriage itself gets lost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of political alliance or marriage of convenience which was in vogue in earlier days , I had wrongly assumed that it was only existent among rich families, the few many incidents in others life seen through my eyes have proved me wrong , marriage of convenience is very much vogue even in these times and probably it’ll be there till marriages happen , in all this convenience comfort chakkar where did marriage for love go anyway ?? I have seen many people marry due to various reasons , either because of money or beauty or even worse reasons than that like chance to see US or to live away from the in laws , gosh !! what reasons to marry ?? how many people marry because they actually like the persons attitude , his family , their outlook towards life and such ??  very few and I would say they are the lucky and smart ones , in the end it all comes down to one thing and that is compatibility. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird notion yesterday, I have heard that marriages are made in heaven , as in , you marry the person who is meant for you ( I am currently not considering the cases , where divorce and re marriage etc come into picture, lets just consider a single marriage as of now ) , so my question is.. how exactly do you find out who is made for you and with whom is your marriage made in heaven ??(provided you actually believe that marriages are made in heaven )??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In a world of constant break ups link ups etc I would say god should have given us with a &lt;b&gt;magic red goggles&lt;/b&gt;( some people might argue that divya dhrishti is 1 such thing , but my counter argument is people like me can hardly be a candidate for divya dhrishti) , well the magic goggles should be a gift from god for all human beings of marriageable age , when they feel their time has come they should just put it on and when they sight the person meant for them in heaven their otherwise red goggles should give a &lt;b&gt;loud siren sound along with bright green lights!!! &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow ! wudnt that be fun ?? you wont waste time meeting people who are not meant to be your spouse  now I know you all think that the idea sucks but I could fantasize such a goggles and be happy for a few minutes , cheers to my happiness of 10 minutes !! now god should actually consider the scenario where the goggles might go green for more than one time or the scenario where your goggles go green when u see the person and his goggles goes green for somebody else , oops now that’s a triangle scenario .. :) , there’ll be pandemonium of course! I wish god will do proper testing of all the scenarios with his magic goggles and send it down to us with a big list of do’s and donts and also disaster management tips !! , I can visualize people going down the streets with red goggles singing sharukh like &lt;b&gt;“Gumshudaaaa meri dilrubaaaaaaaa “  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wish luck to all the people out there who are gonna get married in this hectic marriage season. Marriages might be made in heaven but it works out only on earth , all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-5153183882162654749?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/5153183882162654749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=5153183882162654749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/5153183882162654749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/5153183882162654749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2008/04/marriage-seeking-convenience-or.html' title='Marriage?? seeking convenience or compatibility ???'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-133412283391544011</id><published>2008-01-03T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:09:45.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Headfones and popkorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>A Star lit STory - Taare Zameen Par</title><content type='html'>I had a very hectic day in office, on top of that I had to run an errand, considering all this  I was not in 1 of my best moods, by the time I reached home I had already decided upon the things I &lt;b&gt;wont be doing&lt;/b&gt; in order to save time for my precious sleep. But, as usual providence had other plans , my sleeping plans were preceded by movie plans and the movie being&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style= "text-transform: uppercase,color: violet"&gt;‘Taare Zameen Par’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,I could hardly resist the temptation of watching that movie. Just as my ‘sweet dreams’ plans vaporized and headed towards the heavens,i sat down to watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;b&gt;"TZP"&lt;/b&gt; from its trailer days, I knew then that this is 1 movie that I’ll not miss for anything and it has satisfied my expectations. Am in no position to give a review of this movie, that’s the job of critics. All I’ll do is: list out the points which will justify this movie’s &lt;b&gt;‘must watch’&lt;/b&gt; tag! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5sspxq4WvQ/RxWtpO6xZ_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/-YRVFQUdcBE/s320/still3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5sspxq4WvQ/RxWtpO6xZ_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/-YRVFQUdcBE/s320/still3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078377225007740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no doubt about Aamir’s acting prowess, be it his sensible crying or his ‘proud big dad’ smile, he brings out ultimate sensitivity in his acting. The surprise package, pleasantly though is the kid &lt;b&gt;Darsheel Safary&lt;/b&gt;, his acting seems so natural that you would think it’s his real story, with him just living his life when the camera was rolling on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This movie is almost on the &lt;i&gt;international level&lt;/i&gt; ; clear cut theme, sensible direction, good music and wonderful performances by each and every actor. It’s almost like a documentary devoid of masala and too much hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don’t have many movies for children, at least not full budget movies like this, we have women oriented, parent oriented etc etc movies but how many children oriented movies do we see in a year?? Why don’t we realize that children are also the most important part of the society and as cinema is such an important part of everybody’s life they also deserve their share of entertainment and education through media?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the silver lining is : children movies are now slowly picking up speed, what with animation movies like hanuman and movies like blue umbrella; makdi etc am just hoping children movies get better and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Coming back to TZP. There are few scenes in the movie which I believe will remain in everybody’s heart and mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt; scene where aamir sees a child selling tea, next scene shows the same kid eating few biscuits with a cup of tea sitting beside aamir!!! We see child laborers on a daily basis but how many of us actually do something to help them?? A small gift, a small smile, a small compliment??? Probably we cannot just eradicate child labor but we can give hope to those kids and show them that they r not scum of the world but just kids forced to be responsible at an early age. I loved that scene and probably I’ll remember it every time I see a kid working its life out and probably I’ll do something to bring back the light in the child’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; liked the portrayal of the screen relationship between ishaan and his over achieving elder brother yohaan. The relationship looks so sweet that you instantly wish for an elder brother like him. Though he doesn’t understand his younger brother’s problem he appreciates ishaans other qualities which is a very good attitude , also the scene where ishaan doesn’t betray his brother by telling who wrote the absence note , only love can get rid of prejudice and overbearance.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;Another&lt;/b&gt; of my favorite scene is the scene where aamir runs with the drawing sheets to ishaan when he comes late to the drawing competition. The run is so natural, sweet and well made that it strikes a chord with you.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt; dialogs are too good , be it the Solomon islands story or listing of famous dyslexic souls like Albert Einstein, Da vinci .. Every dialog has an unusual punch which registers itself in your brain. &lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;Vain&lt;/b&gt; notion though , I felt ishaans character resembles my favorite cartoon character ‘Calvin’ in many places. The way he exasperates his parents without actually realizing it, the way he imagines the weirdest things on earth. The absolute inability to concentrate in class etc etc I can go on and on about the similarities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.eol.ca/~dord/calvin_elastic02a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 180px;" src="http://home.eol.ca/~dord/calvin_elastic02a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078377225007740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;It&lt;/b&gt; would be unfair if I don’t mention those adorable kids in the movie , each of them is a gem , be it ishaans friend rajan or the kid aamir cajoles in the bus or be it ishaan himself , all the kids look so adorable that you will like to watch the movie again and again just to see their pretty faces :)&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was not impressed with the music when I heard the audio, but when u see the songs in the movie u’ll love it, the lyrics are too gud and the songs are apt, hats off to SEL!!&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;Most&lt;/b&gt; important message in this movie is actually shown in a very subtle way, i.e. the relationship between a teacher and a student. The extent to which a good teacher can influence a child’s life. The immense social, moral, emotional responsibility of a teacher. The scene where aamir proudly introduces his own guru who turns his life around is a very meaningful scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together a wonderful movie with a few very well said messages. This is a movie which will bring difference in people’s attitude and life, however small, the change might be for the good. I wish every child and parent gets to watch this movie. I loved it and hope you all will love it and for a change learn from it and implement it. &lt;br /&gt;I did not regret missing my precious hours reserved for sleep, this movie was worth every hour of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why children are how and what they are, help them improve don’t try to change them into what you want them to be , wait and watch, they can teach you a few tricks for life .. God bless them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-133412283391544011?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/133412283391544011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=133412283391544011' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/133412283391544011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/133412283391544011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2008/01/star-lit-story-taare-zameen-par.html' title='A Star lit STory - Taare Zameen Par'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5sspxq4WvQ/RxWtpO6xZ_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/-YRVFQUdcBE/s72-c/still3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-6341736239681135668</id><published>2007-12-24T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:09:52.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Aah&apos;s and Ouch&apos;s of the Trip'/><title type='text'>Perfect start of a 10 day Vacation!!</title><content type='html'>Well i was very happy just a few days back thinking about the dawn of my holiday time . First time, since the beginning of my professional life i had been given a full fledged holiday just like the olden days(which means school and college days). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to mentally prepare my holiday agenda which basically would have included  &lt;br /&gt;* Bingeing on watever delicious food my mom prepares and some more&lt;br /&gt;* Be a couch potato and watch all my favorite videos &lt;br /&gt;* Splurging money in borrowing novels from the library (would have topped the list in my agenda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these 'would be' plans came to an abrupt stand when my lovable banker of a dad came and announced a trip to Subramanya, though i inwardly groaned at the prospect of travelling during my personal sabbath, i dint want to dampen my fathers spirits ,hence i gladly accepted his invitation for a 2 day trip to subramanya and dharmastala , two very religious places in karnataka.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started off quite auspiciously , i had 2-3 novels to keep me company(though i dint presume i would be allowed to read during the night journey in the bus when all others will be sleeping off to glory) ,being an insomniac person when it comes to night time journey ,i had my ipod(filled with all my favorite songs) as a backup 'boredom ridding partner'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonchurch.com/blog/images/bus-route.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.cartoonchurch.com/blog/images/bus-route.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078377225007740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the 'last but not' seats and none of us were very happy about it , nevertheless we settled down for the journey. Till hassan it was a dream trip with just the stars ,wind and moon to give me company. The pushback seat helped me to just relax on my back and view the heavens with all the abandon i could muster. Music, wind,stars and moonlight ,Ahh!!!perfect heaven of a trip you would say!!! But no!! I would say that was just the calm before the storm and wat a storm it was !! &lt;br /&gt;After the break in hassan we started off again at 1:30 , from then on even the tight sleepers couldnt sleep a wink , that bad the roads were , being the unfortunate backseaters we had to suffer the wrath of the tyres of the bus , the bus was rolling forward on wat i would call an apology for a road . So bad the turbulence was that i was glad the bus had windows with thick rods ,else i would have easily been toppled off the window and my parents wouldnt even have missed my presence as they themselves were trying to catch their breath!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worldproutassembly.org/images/congo-bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.worldproutassembly.org/images/congo-bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078377225007740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these troubles,  just when i was wondering when this rollercoaster ride will end and when can i retrieve watever remains of my bag and its contents , my ipod(which i forgot to remove in the ensuing war between bus and road) started presenting me with a situation song !! maroon 5 was crooning 'Its not over tonite!!!!'  , Oh my god !! i couldnt control my horrified gasp when i realised that this was just an onward journey i still have to endure the return one !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached our destination successfully without breaking any of our bones. The visit to subramanya and dharmastala was peaceful as any religious visit should be. &lt;br /&gt;Finally the D time arrived for the return journey , the journey was better than i expected as we were sitting in the middle seats of the bus , but the backseaters didnot escape the inconvenience of being hurled down all over their seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion would be that , as a temporary solution all seats could have a seat belt just to ensure that people dont hurt themselves seriously!! permanent solution of course would be to set down proper roads!!! Well i dont see what can acheive that short of a signature campaign!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless All the travellers !!! Let all pilgrims have a safe Journey to and fro from the earthly abode of the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-6341736239681135668?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/6341736239681135668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=6341736239681135668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/6341736239681135668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/6341736239681135668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-start-of-10-day-vacation.html' title='Perfect start of a 10 day Vacation!!'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-7517655687433117281</id><published>2007-12-14T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:34:09.077+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Headfones and popkorn'/><title type='text'>WHo can Rule the World ???</title><content type='html'>Mmm so am writing after a long time isn’t it?? took a short break, a very constructive break I should say , anyway this time am going to talk about a wonderful movie(according to me of course!) along with the usual addition of my current favorite song lyrics which happens to be a song of the same wonderful movie . &lt;br /&gt;The movie has a seemingly very unromantic title, its named &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style= "text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;‘Stardust’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/G/U/P/stardustpic30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 222px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/G/U/P/stardustpic30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078377225007740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the title I was like, what a name for a movie supposed to be among the fantasy genre? I was skeptical when I started watching the movie but after the initial few moments I was hooked to the movie, what a movie, awesome!!! I would like to clarify awesome in my dictionary , anything that gives me goose bumps, anything that makes me laugh , anything that makes me go moony will be termed as awesome and most of the songs and some movies  almost always fall in the awesome list  :) . I know now you must be wondering about the credibility of my judgment or rather my tastes, well everybody has a choice, utilize yours... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons why I liked the movie; most of the reasons might be very very childish for ex: I loved it when the heroine will start glowing whenever she is happy, I loved the symbolism shown between the human star and the real star. I liked the fantasy story (I believe it’s an adaptation of an old book) and screenplay.It would not be fair if i dont mention the most glamorous vamp i have ever seen , Michelle .. she is enchanting to lk at and she lks evry bit a witch with cruel intentions , the attitude she throws is ultimate..  I simply adored the hero’s innocent smile, as if he is utmost happy and content at all times and when he is sad? He looks cuter, you feel like slapping the person who made him sad, that childish innocence is portrayed in his character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/0/g/P/stardustpic48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 211px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/0/g/P/stardustpic48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078377225007740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could see more people in real life like these fictional characters. I simply cant resist a happy person or rather a laughing content person, they exude such positive energy that u almost immediately get attracted to them, thankfully I know 1 such person in my life (actually I know many people and he is one among those ‘make happy’ souls), the few times that I have met him, I have never seen him moody or angry or discontent, he has so much exuberance in his person that u cant help but keep pace with him. God bless such happy souls!! Coming back to the movie, for diehard romantics like me, it’s a perfect watch, it talks about unconditional love which honestly if u ask me is like believing in God, some do and some don’t! The movie has the right amount of background score , masala and of course loads and loads of fantasy which again makes people like me yearn for 1 Narnia,1 Harry potter , 1 stardust and 1 enchanted type of fantasy !!  :) Any 1 such experience will do rite??? :) A &lt;b&gt;1 time must watch &lt;/b&gt;… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I was talking about is by &lt;b&gt;‘Take that’ – Rule the World&lt;/b&gt;, listen to it and get transported to the world of fantasy for a few moments of ur oops our hectic life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You light the skies, up above me&lt;br /&gt;A star, so bright, you blind me, yeah…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Don’t fade away, don’t fade away Oh… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and me we can ride on a star&lt;br /&gt;If you stay with me girl, we can rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and me we can light up the sky &lt;br /&gt;If you stay by my side, we can rule the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If walls break down, I will comfort you &lt;br /&gt;If angels cry, ohh I’ll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;You've saved my soul &lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me now, don’t leave me now ,Oh …(Yeah…(2))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stars are coming out tonight&lt;br /&gt;They're lighting up the sky tonight &lt;br /&gt;For you, for you(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I have kept my side of the promise , this time the lyrics are not melancholic ,it’s a joyous ,dreamy song which shows that there are many things above us. Let’s all have a starry day...now what’s that?? Go figure!! :)  Ciao for now and god bless us all as ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-7517655687433117281?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/7517655687433117281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=7517655687433117281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/7517655687433117281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/7517655687433117281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-can-rule-world.html' title='WHo can Rule the World ???'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-3782893459385990016</id><published>2007-09-25T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:37:50.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music(Love of my life)'/><title type='text'>An Angel called Music!!</title><content type='html'>Here again I got the itch in my hands to pen down something, strangely enough I feel like writing only when I listen to some music, writing has almost become a feeling rather than being a means of expressing my feelings, its almost like, every time I listen to some good song, prior to feeling happy, sad or indifferent, I feel like writing down those emotions. I feel like stepping into the shoes of the singer, the musician and imagine a scene worthy of that song. My writing, imagination might be amateurish but the emotions each of my favorite song evokes are unique. I love these virtual trips to dreamland with the aid of music. It’s like getting a free ticket to gods own country filled with music, beauty, peace and contentment. Its said in Robin Sharma’s book ‘Who will cry when you die’ that simulation of things in your mind works wonders to the self, try imagining a beach in your mind, immediately you can smell the salty water, the wet sand, you can hear the cacophony of voices of different people around you, you can feel the humidity and the moisture on your skin, all this by just imagining a beach surrounding. Who wouldn’t love taking a trip like this?? &lt;br /&gt;Even a sad, depressing song has the power to make you look into your own self and think. Every time I feel sad about the way my life is turning out or about the way it shouldn’t, I pick my favorite song, usually a melancholic peaceful sad song, listen to the sweet voices of the singers, let my pulse beat to the slow rhythm and enjoy the music in general, after a few moments of this music therapy I might not be in a mood to take over the world but am in control. I gradually move to fast paced, happy, positive songs. Songs which are too optimistic, happy go lucky can have a reverse effect on me so I stick to normal songs and let the rhythm take control of me.&lt;br /&gt;Music therapy works when am sad or happy, not when am tensed, music therapy needs time, which you cant spare when you are tensed, but making time for music always pays off, it’s a balm gifted by god, sold by human beings, it heals lots of wounds, if fortunately there are no wounds to heal, then it makes you optimistic at the least!!  This time’s my favorite song is: Dido’s ‘White Flag’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, or tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it, where’s the sense in that? &lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder, or return to where we were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again &lt;br /&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble, I understand if you can't talk to me again &lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over" then I'm sure that, that makes sense &lt;br /&gt;(I will go down with this ship…) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet which I'm sure we will &lt;br /&gt;All that was there will be there still &lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass and hold my tongue &lt;br /&gt;And you will think that I've moved on.... &lt;br /&gt;(I will go down with this ship …) (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice song, I loved dido’s voice, liked the video. My favorite lines in this poem are: &lt;br /&gt; ‘But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it, where’s the sense in that?’ &lt;br /&gt;Loved this statement, just because a person doesn’t pour his/her heart out doesn’t mean he/she can’t feel it, and just because he/she tells it out , that feeling doesn’t die off. This statement is so true, so many times we hide our true emotions for some reason or the other but that doesn’t mean we don’t have emotions at all. &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I wrote lyrics from my favorite songs it’s unfortunately been slightly melancholic songs, next time it’ll be some positive happy song because my soul is basically an optimistic one :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-3782893459385990016?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/3782893459385990016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=3782893459385990016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/3782893459385990016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/3782893459385990016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/09/angel-called-music.html' title='An Angel called Music!!'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-6500606922307715506</id><published>2007-09-07T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:47:00.939+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Learnings from my best friend</title><content type='html'>It was a cool morning with mist swirling round the small temple. The atmosphere was like a poetry dedicated to the residing deity of the temple, I could hear the hushed but happy chattering of the few people gathered in the temple, I could not make myself listen to what the good lady next to me was saying, right then,I couldn’t even recollect who she was and why she was disturbing my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a place to get lost in my thoughts but my presence there demanded all my attention to the occasion. The occasion being, the marriage of my best friend with her best friend! A very happy occasion by all means, but at that moment I felt as if I was the only unhappy soul on earth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught my friend’s eye just when she was about to put the garland onto her ‘would be’ , her twinkling eyes gave me all the indications I needed of her happiness , usually her happiness is contagious ,not this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ceremony I was reminded of all the good times I had with her, the quality time of hers on which I had a claim, with a very heavy heart I realized that from then onwards I’ll have to fight for a few moments of her life. I’ll have to meet her in between her many responsibilities and tensions. I’ll have to accept the reality of us being distanced by our own commitments. I convinced myself that everybody has his/her own life, even I have a life, old times cannot come back and that I just have to let go those memories and try to live the present moment, but all these seemed as mere philosophies and I was dragged down by my own misery, misery of losing yet another one of my friend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending her off to her new home I dragged myself to my apartment, I preferred walking and declined the offers of my friends to drop me back, I wanted sometime to get back my senses ,I wanted to get out of my misery and the feeling of ‘utter loneliness and hopelessness’. After the long walk back to my apartment, I was spent. I freshened up, switched on the TV and sat staring at the window watching the trees far away from me , that’s when I felt something heavy on my shoulder  , one moment I was glancing at my shoulder and the next moment I was jumping in joy and exultation. My other best friend mittu had come back!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mittu is my pet parrot whom I had very lovingly brought up and sacrificed back to the nature! My reaction later seemed to me as extreme ‘over reaction’ but at that moment I felt as if mittu was my life savior. It was a very hard decision for me to let mittu go, to let him fly and savor his freedom, I had brought him up as lovingly as I could and when I had to let him go I was broken, mittu took off to air with utmost satisfaction (if birds have expressions and we could read them then that was his expression), he did not look back once he was out there flying, he did not realize the pain I was going through. As days passed by though I missed mittu I could do without him. Now when I needed a friend to help me overcome another one of my friend’s loss he was there mute and caring beside (ON TOP OF MY SHOULDER, TO BE PRECISE) me. That was all I needed, I cheered up myself and started pampering him by talking to him and giving him his favorite tidbits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours went by and I could hear my cell phone ringing, Surprise!! It was my newly wedded friend, I was wondering why she would call me at this time of the day when am sure she would be as busy as a bee. The response to my ‘hello’ was only the sound of somebody sobbing. With great anxiety I asked her what happened.  And the only reply she could give me was ‘I love you my friend, we’ll always be there for each other no matter whatever our commitments are! Am so happy that I finally got married to my best friend but am sad that our time together will be reduced, but believe me ,the time we’ll spend together in future will be the best ones ever.’ , I was moved to tears , the dam in my heart broke and both of us started crying like crazy, only when mittu poked at me really hard could I stop crying ,seeing his cute face (if it can be called a face : ) ) I started laughing , I told my friend that mittu had come back and that he’s trying to pacify me , within moments both of us cheered up and we cut the call with the same old feeling of comradeship ,nothing had changed, she was the same old person and I was the same old girl and my mittu was the same old crazy parrot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of a relationship depends on the people’s dedication to the relationship. Distance, time doesn’t matter. The next time mittu left me I was not a girl crying, I was a girl happy to see my best friend soaring high into the sky tasting his freedom and success. I was a girl who was not unhappy that I’ll have to fight for ‘some moments’ with my friend but happy that I have those few moments to cherish our friendship. I was a girl who could understand the power of letting go to keep the product of the relationship and sacrifice which is love!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-6500606922307715506?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/6500606922307715506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=6500606922307715506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/6500606922307715506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/6500606922307715506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/09/learnings-from-my-best-friend.html' title='Learnings from my best friend'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-4132161392229817564</id><published>2007-06-19T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:54:50.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music(Love of my life)'/><title type='text'>A Soulful Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok am back to blogging after a little break, this time am going to type in a song that I liked... I first heard this song during my high school days and I hated it, those days I cud be heard saying ‘god why is this lady crying, y should she even attempt singing?’, I had this song in one of my much preferred cassettes, since I am a not a fan of the rewind, fast forward action, I was forced to listen to this song.. After all these years I chanced upon this song again, the cassette has been gone for a long time , hence it was my system this time which helped me to listen to it again &amp; am glad I did .&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt about the fact that every aspect of our life takes a different stance as we move forward, our perceptions, tastes everything changes , &amp;amp; so did my taste in music ,I started to try understand the lyrics , I started to savor more of the musics essence each time I heard a song .&lt;br /&gt;This song is named &lt;strong&gt;‘Leaving on a jet plane’ sung by Chantal kreviazuk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm standing here outside your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the dawn is breaking, its early morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The taxi's waiting, He's blowing' his horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So kiss me and smile for me,Tell me that you'll wait for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I'll be back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring. (So kiss me…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One more time, Let me kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dream about the days to come when I won't have to leave alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;About the times, I won't have to say (So kiss me…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-4132161392229817564?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/4132161392229817564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=4132161392229817564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/4132161392229817564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/4132161392229817564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/06/soulful-song.html' title='A Soulful Song'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-6049463046445166379</id><published>2007-06-05T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:53:41.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Road to Vaishno Devi</title><content type='html'>I’ll not be pessimistic enough to say that it was an utter failure of a trip but I had a few many complaints. I am a person who likes walking, running , in general to be on a constant move , I hate idling around a single place for long(that doesn’t mean am a natural athletic or an exercise fanatic) , so naturally I was highly excited hearing that we’ll have to walk around 11 to 17 odd kms ,nearly 4 ½ to 5 hrs long hike.&lt;br /&gt;Whole of my family got ourselves prepared with the paraphernalia required for the trip, like sticks to ensure better walking on slopes, water bottles, snacks etc before continuing on the trip details I would like to inform the uninitiated about the different aspects of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;First of all there are different ways of reaching the temple,&lt;br /&gt;1. By walk (young &amp; energetic people usually try this &amp;amp; of course devotees who walk with sheer will power of theirs)&lt;br /&gt;2. Horses or Mules ( local folks will gladly point out the fact that horses are good for speed walking over short distances &amp; carrying considerably less weight whereas mules are ideal for slow, steady long distance walks capable of carrying heavy thingsJ ). Word of caution with people having backache problems , avoid traveling on horse or mule backs ,it’ll be of more harm to you than if you go by other means&lt;br /&gt;3. Then there is the traditional palkhi , where you can sit like an over lord and go , personally I would be highly uncomfortable thinking about the fact that its four human beings like me doing this job , human slavery is the worst thing to be seen on earth second worst thing to cannibalism I guess. Anyway for the old people, mothers with young children etc palkhi offers best solace.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I mention children , its not fair if I don’t mention ‘Pittus’ , pittus are people, young men who carry children till the temple while parents can conveniently tag along behind him, it’s a highly convenient option for parents with small kids.&lt;br /&gt;5. Then of course for the rich and willing people there is the helicopter service about which I have not much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout the journey, at different bends of the slopes there are snack shops, rest areas and rest rooms for the public which is highly convenient for the travelers, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is 1 more point worth mentioning and that is the construction of the roads and steps in itself, I marvel at the capability of our military men who could build such convenient roads over such steep big mountains, hats off to their contribution in helping people to have a safe journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my journey or rather our journey , once the initial enthusiasm waned out we found out that the walk was becoming exceedingly tiresome , for first timers(me &amp; bro) ours was a natural predicament , my mother being a deeply devotional person had her will power to compensate her weak health , and dad had a sense of purpose to help him sustain his energy levels whereas me &amp;amp; my brother lacked both the devotional level as well as the sense of purpose ,as new age kids we were used to take everything for granted including walking for 41/2 – 5 hrs !Whatever our state was ,we had to walk till the end, walk we did and reached the temple premises at around 12, from there my woes started. Till then I was under the impression that in spite of all the tediousness and leg aches etc I’ll atleast  have the satisfaction of seeing the goddess to my hearts content ,if not till eternity atleast till I could say my one or two sentences of heartfelt prayer which has the instant power of bring momentary internal peace, but no I was not destined for that luxury ,after two odd hours of standing in line finally I reached the shrine but before I could even have a good look at the earthly form of the goddess I was pulled by an invisible hand probably of a policeman &amp; pushed into a never ending line going out of the shrine , I would not be dishonest enough to say that I was not sourly disappointed, tears sprung up from my eyes out of sheer desperation, exhaustion and disappointment, finally reprimanding myself for being childish and after a short tea break of about one hour we started our journey downwards, the more we sat the more unbearably our legs used to ache so we reduced our breaks to a bare minimum and tried to sustain our energy levels throughout the journey , as usual my parents were more enthusiastic and content than us siblings, I was wondering if we have one drop more pessimism than optimism! We reached our hotel at around 8 30- 9 in the morning and slept away to glory.&lt;br /&gt; Later when I started recollecting the events of the first night shift of my life, I realized that in spite of all those hardships (according to me of course) I enjoyed myself to the max, the comradeship between the millions of travelers, the secularism (most of the pittus and people of other working class were Muslims), the encouragement given by the people who are descending to the weary ascending travelers, the various snacks, the weather, the roads, the awesome scenery, my time spent with my family.. I can go on listing, in the end it was just another journey, an adventure, a pilgrimage, all it needs is the willingness to enjoy the nature &amp; its wonders and the harmony within&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-6049463046445166379?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/6049463046445166379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=6049463046445166379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/6049463046445166379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/6049463046445166379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/06/road-to-vaishno-devi.html' title='Road to Vaishno Devi'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-7112359814067691045</id><published>2007-06-05T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:00:56.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Paradise on Earth</title><content type='html'>To write a politically correct account of my trip to Jammu &amp; Kashmir will be an&lt;br /&gt;Elephantine task including lots of research and analysis which is clearly beyond my limits, hence I’ll just stick to facts based on experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction when father said we are going to J&amp;amp;K was of surprise closely followed by wariness , having heard of countless bits &amp; pieces of terror stories(half of which might be rumors, but then terror stories are like ghost stories ,either you believe it or not, is entirely your business unless of course you experience it which god forbid never happens!!) about POE(Paradise on earth) &amp;amp; seen the more recent bollywood movies on those incidents I was a bit wary about the level of security over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said and done I packed my bags with the characteristic enthusiasm of human beings when they embark on a new seemingly exciting journey no matter how risky it is and went to the airport to start my 9 day vacation. I had no idea what to expect because I knew next to nothing about J&amp;K, Vaishno Devi temple &amp;amp; all , though I have had my fair share of traveling within India thanks to my parents and their usual zeal for adventure within their limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of going to J&amp;amp;K itself was a big taboo, the fact that terrorism is at bay in that state is of no consequence, no matter however secure that place is it’s reputation of terror seemed to hold on to peoples minds. I will not be vacuous enough to mislead people into believing that there are no problems there or vice versa, I’ll be just stating whatever I experienced over there in the following days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-7112359814067691045?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/7112359814067691045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=7112359814067691045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/7112359814067691045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/7112359814067691045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-paradise-on-earth.html' title='Trip to Paradise on Earth'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027215230896005153.post-7054537758011781477</id><published>2007-06-05T18:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:07:17.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It’s high time I start penning down my thoughts and reminiscences, and what other better place to do that than a blogspot? For many years now, i have been hearing about blogs, blogspots, though I frequently read blogs of my friends, relatives and acquaintances I personally never had any interest to create a blogspot for myself, recently the desire to jot down my experiences were too hard to resist so a blogspot it is, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; I am not a professional writer, journalist or a lit student, neither am I too accomplished in my preferred language to write down my thoughts, still, it’s a small effort of mine, which gives me extreme satisfaction to write in a language am comfortable in. Please forgive me for any incorrectness in the language, grammatically or otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027215230896005153-7054537758011781477?l=guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/feeds/7054537758011781477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027215230896005153&amp;postID=7054537758011781477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/7054537758011781477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027215230896005153/posts/default/7054537758011781477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhya-vyakthithva.blogspot.com/2007/06/brief-intro.html' title='A Brief Intro'/><author><name>Reshma Rao Krishnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531976653892868307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVND2mvPjjk/SqngucojM7I/AAAAAAAADYk/6LUc-0UtEHg/S220/DSC00752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
