<?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-5079740677851472857</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:12:33.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida es...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-276212997255302773</id><published>2008-09-01T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T03:17:52.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impossible Mindset..  !!</title><content type='html'>Believe it...impossible is just a mindset...&lt;br /&gt;As a college student, George Dantzig studied very hard and was always up late into the night, doing his studies. So late sometimes, that he overslept one morning, arriving 20 minutes late for class. He quickly copied the two math problems on the board, assuming they were the homework assignment. It took him several days to work through the two problems but finally he had a break through and dropped the homework on the professor's desk the next day.&lt;br /&gt;        Later, on a Sunday morning, George was awakened at 6 a.m. by his excited professor. Since George was late for class, he hadn't heard the professor announce that the two unsolvable equations on the board were mathematical mind teasers that even Einstein hadn't been able to answer. But George Dantzig, working without any thoughts of limitation, had solved not one, but two problems that had stumped mathematicians for hundreds of years. Simply put, George solved the problems because &lt;strong&gt;he didn't know he couldn't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;       We should keep reminding ourselves that we have tremendous reservoirs of potential within us, and therefore we are quite capable of doing anything we set our mind to. All we must do is figure out how we can do it, not whether or not we can.  We can do anything as long as we focus on the goal and not on the obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;        Impossible is just a big  word thrown around by small men, who find it easier to live in the world they  have been given than to explore the power they have to change it.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is not a fact; it's an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is not a declaration; It's a dare!&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is nothing but a mindset!&lt;br /&gt;What mindset will you accept?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-276212997255302773?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/276212997255302773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=276212997255302773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/276212997255302773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/276212997255302773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/09/impossible-mindset.html' title='The Impossible Mindset..  !!'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4651467825625515713</id><published>2008-08-25T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:09:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo..  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ever thought what a friend actually is!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We keep making so many friends throughout our lives, we keep doing things together, learning things with them, keep going to them for each and every help, messing up things big time and still we know they will accept us and be there for us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Some thoughts crossed my mind when i was thinking how the concept of friendship ever came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;into being... wikipedia defines FRIENDSHIP as "a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more beings"... this is one topic about which people have written oodles about... something i read in a mail today made me realise that we all need a friend and no matter how friendship started its never gonna end.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;jus wanted to share the mail here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is. Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct Answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, 'My ears, Mommy.' She said, 'No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her, 'Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.' She looked at me and told me, 'You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, 'No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.' Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry. My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to my Grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me, 'Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?'&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me, 'This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.'&lt;br /&gt;She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, 'My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I asked, 'Is it because it holds up my head?' She replied, 'No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then and there &lt;strong&gt;I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one&lt;/strong&gt;. It is made for others and not for yourself. It is sympathetic to the pain of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did . But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And this is wat i feel... FRIEND is one person whom i can always go to without thinkin twice, with whom i can speak my own self and don have to really pretend, with whom i feel no ego, with whom yu feel all selflessness...who makes you feel cared for always, who makes you feeel loved, who gives you an ear even when the whole world is not listening to you, who gives you the unselfish shoulder to lean on...to whom you can always say... you are mine..  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-4651467825625515713?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4651467825625515713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=4651467825625515713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4651467825625515713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4651467825625515713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/08/amigo.html' title='Amigo..  :)'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-1213689891690413769</id><published>2008-08-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:07:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Quote of the Month..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few lines i read in one of the website last week... quite very simple and true words... written by someone in love.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can forgive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i WILL never stop loving you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-1213689891690413769?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1213689891690413769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=1213689891690413769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1213689891690413769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1213689891690413769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-quote-of-month.html' title='Love Quote of the Month..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-7287228713929940972</id><published>2008-08-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:15:45.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahin To...</title><content type='html'>Some lines that had to find a place in my blog...something that i keep singing since quite a time now..  :)&lt;br /&gt;So here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kahin to.. kahin to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hogi wo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Duniya jahan tu mere saath hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jahan mein, jahan tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aur jahan, bass tere mere jazbaat hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hogi jahan subah teri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Palko ki, kirano mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jaane naa kahan wo duniya hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jaane naa wo hai bhi ya nahi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jahan meri zindagi mujhse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Itni khafa nahi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saasein kho gayi hai kiski aahon mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mein kho gayi hu jaane kiski baahon mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Manzilon se raahein doodhti chali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kho gayi hai manzil kahin rahon mein..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kahin to, kahin to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hai nasha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Teri meri har mulaqaat mein..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jahan hai tu, meri hassi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meri khushi, meri jaan…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-7287228713929940972?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-6604927377076935903</id><published>2008-08-17T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:17:30.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Advocate..</title><content type='html'>Some thought provoking stuff... some video that my brother sent me a couple of days back made me think twice before I could complain about my own life!! This video is about this small kid who speaks in so many languages to sell his peacock fans…he has not seen a school is his life…but speaks languages so that the different tourists will understand what he is saying… :)&lt;br /&gt;i always used to think that life is unfair to me...i always felt i am not even living my own life...may be jus doing things that everyone else is telling me to do...rather than doing something that i would have wanted to do!! i always felt things were imposed on me...i am sure everyone makes compromises in life... you dont really get all that you ever wanted for your life!! i dont know how good it is to look back into the pages of life gone yellow...but sometimes it helps...surely it does... you realize how much you have grown up in life...how much you have learnt from things and people whom you met... and sometimes i feel like i lived in a painted life...a world painted by people around me... a world where i dint really know or understand what i was doing...but all i did was do my job in the space given to me at that time...and doesnt it sound so perfect now?? We all do that...at some point in our lives we do make decisions that are overwhelmed by others...i always wanted to advocate my own desires...thinking why always do i have to do things that others tell me rather than doing my own thing!! And then i realize that i atleast have the privilege of looking back at my life and saying i lived a life...and there still are people who cant remember where or to whom they were born!! there are people who still cant manage to fill their stomach full cuz they cant afford to do that...and i see myself complaining about the food that i get...not thinking that i am atleast getting it... there are still people who are not so privileged to get an education...and i see myself thinking that i could have gotten a better degree... there are some small children i see on the roads who are urging you to buy just one handkerchief from them...that will fetch them 2 Rupees...and may be a nite's food!! and i say i dont like my profession cuz my manager makes me work too much!! i spend almost a fortune to learn some new foreign language cuz that’s the “IN” thing to be knowing a new language… and I see this small kid speaking in different languages to make more customers buy his stuff… I don’t step out in the sun saying its sultry and it makes me tired…and I see these small feet wandering ceaselessly to acquire a living…and what a life is that!? I know we all go thru hardships and difficult commitments in our lives… but there are some who go thru difficult states jus to even obtain a life…&lt;br /&gt;the next time before I say life has been unfair to me…I am definitely gonna think about this lingo kid…who doesn’t even care for the rain or sun…or the fun or the hardships...or the pain or the suffering...or for what hes missing in his life...cuz he has a bigger concern… he has to sell his fans before dusk so that he can get some money that can afford him food for the day… cuz thats LIFE for him...&lt;br /&gt;And I used to think life is unfair to me!!??&lt;br /&gt;Is there one who is advocating for him!!?? And still he smiles.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-6604927377076935903?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6604927377076935903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=6604927377076935903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6604927377076935903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6604927377076935903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/08/devils-advocate.html' title='Devil&apos;s Advocate..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-6594820964184803468</id><published>2008-08-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:17:11.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tera Deewana..</title><content type='html'>Kaise kahoon…tujhse roobaroo&lt;br /&gt;Hai yahaan dabe hue&lt;br /&gt;dil ke kai armaan&lt;br /&gt;Dushwar tere bin&lt;br /&gt;hai ye saara jahaan&lt;br /&gt;Ye dil khol doon&lt;br /&gt;kambhakt tu kar ishaara&lt;br /&gt;Mujhme shaamil tu hai sada&lt;br /&gt;Jane jahaan main tera deewana…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-6594820964184803468?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6594820964184803468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=6594820964184803468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6594820964184803468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6594820964184803468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/08/tera-deewana.html' title='Tera Deewana..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4982941209629823096</id><published>2008-08-06T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:54:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry Level Dreams..  :)</title><content type='html'>Entry Level Trainee Professional (ELTP)... i know it doesnt ring any bell in your minds... except until yu are a great ELTP...well it does more than jus ringing the right bells for me.. its something so close to me...My days as an ELTP in Satyam...those were the fabulous 3 months that wil be the closest to my heart always.. joining formalities in viceroy.. pre ELTP assessment @ East wing STC...orientation/induction @ STC CC... and then the series of loooong fun filled days in East wing...amazing rains in hyd... unforgettable trips 2 bahadurpally everyday... in the cosiness of the super deluxe buses... those waits at the football ground bus stop...and then those fights 2 get d best seat wen d bus arrives... those resentments between the northie and southie gang in d bus over which language song the driver shud play...thank GOD the driver got so pissed off that he actually stopped playing songs after a few days...ahh and how can one ever forget the overly smooth roads of bahadurpally village... any sane person wud have gotten a headache travellin in those roads...but all was FUNNNN....and then those morning and evening shifts in CC...those runs for d bus...those calls 2 the busrep to stop d bus near the airport runway... those teusday saree sessions... those amazing breakfasts and evening snacks at d CB cafe... cant forget the ever so tasty chicken dosa.. and the awesome frankies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part was...afcourse the weekly assessments... ahh..raghuveer sir...hanu ghosala...vijaya kaparthi... oww wat a program manager man...she hated the site of me i think...jus dint lik me for no reason watsoever... according to her i was never "PROACTIVE"... may be i shud hav shown my proactivity in getting her out of her role itself man...wat a lady... :)&lt;br /&gt;and who can forget our funny seminars... people, jus because they had been given a chance, spoke about what all and what not... so much for one 15 minute seminar....and that seminar actually became "THE" topic of the day, "THE" highlight of the day... amazing topics.. :)&lt;br /&gt;those days of case studies...all masti and no studies... all we knew was that we were making something great rather than breaking wat was already there... final day...well our team dint hav a deliverable cuz of our soooo effortful efforts.. :)&lt;br /&gt;those sale seasons in shopper's stop/mochi/pantaloons... those trips to the hyd central/mangatrai...those visits to abids/choodi bazaar/necklace road...those hot hot biryanis in paradise...those bowls of yummy double ka meetha... its all magic...i think it still gives me a nice flavour in my mouth.. and who cud forget the awesssssome alankrita day...what a day and wat major fun!! i miss those days...more than wat any words cud ever describe...those days have given me more than i can ever say... :)&lt;br /&gt;i will cherish every bit of it always.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and and and our ever so sweet nagaraju domala.. he was d lifeline of d mainframes practice i guess.. and wat a way to get a gud feedback from the naive ELTPs... wil come one fine day and give a touching speech... " who among you gave a bad feedback for me.. (and instead of asking what he was lacking that we gave a bad feedback...he wil actually blackmail us to give him a better feedback.. he he he)...yu know i was always number one and jus because of yur bad feedback i have moved to the 2nd spot ( i wonder if he was ever number one man...cuz one of my seniors told me he gave the same speech last year...and the year before that.. :)) so people please consider again and give a good feedback for me...it hurt me alot so please dont let me down this time(by d way sir...please don let us down by yur boring presence...please teach us something useful na)..." anyways..those were the days of feedbacks and impressions...and everyone was busy creating a gud one thinking they wil move into the best projects if they stayed gud in those important people's eyes..but who knew in those days that project allocation was all random...based on a pot luck... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these were the things the ELTP dreams were made of...all we knew was that MF has a load of onsite oppurtunities... and we are now part of a BIG BIG corporate world... and we r gonna enter REAL projects and work for REAL BIG (fortune 500) clients... little did we knw what dirt we are getting ourselves into...all we knew was that we were software engineers...in d making...major big people...gonna be doing some major big stuff in life.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saare sapne kahin kho gaye...haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye.. :)&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/5079740677851472857-4982941209629823096?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4982941209629823096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=4982941209629823096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4982941209629823096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4982941209629823096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/08/entry-level-dreams.html' title='Entry Level Dreams..  :)'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4031832452130762661</id><published>2008-08-04T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:19:49.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh D August Rain..  :)</title><content type='html'>Wow so a new start for a new month.. all excited for the new month.. i know this one will have its own share of choppings and churnings... down times and fun times... excitements and disappointments... but inspite of all...its a new month wid a whole new load of things 2 come up... :)&lt;br /&gt;Had quite an eventful month of July... and boy what a month.. so much for the different things and different experiences.. had a ball of a time in every way... whatever were the times.. met new people..did new things.. tasted new kinda cuisines.. went 2 the depth of some relationships that mean some lot to me now.. met some long lost frnds and relatives...tried new wardrobe stuff.. travelled roads never heard of... learnt new dance... shook a leg to sensuous salsa.. had amazing amazing times.. wish all months are as eventful as this one...givin yu lil less on d time to sit back and think but 2 jus LIVE all thats happenin.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Wishin yu all an august AUGUST.. :)&lt;div 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:)'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-8809590509858202134</id><published>2008-07-31T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:20:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of Heaven..</title><content type='html'>This is an Iranian Film that deals with a brother and sister and their adventures over a lost pair of shoes.. i know the subject can be something very meagre for someone like you and me who possess dozens of pairs...matching almost every dress in our wardrobe... but if you watch the movie you'll know how much it means for someone who has only that one pair and cant afford to even buy a replacement pair..&lt;br /&gt;The story is simple but must say well taken.. though it just shows the routine life of a gardener whos income is just enough to make his 2 children get an education and treat his ill wife at home...but the emotions depicted in some clips are really touching.. the love between the siblings, the way they plan to hide the lost shoes from their parents, the way each one sacrifices for the other...its all jus too touching.. &lt;br /&gt;Simple movie with a theme to touch your heart... watched something like this after so many days... jus the right thing for a lazy rainy afternoon..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-8809590509858202134?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8809590509858202134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=8809590509858202134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8809590509858202134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8809590509858202134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/07/children-of-heaven.html' title='Children of Heaven..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4790556306513273832</id><published>2008-07-29T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:18:30.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Kabhi…</title><content type='html'>Kabhi kabhi aditi&lt;br /&gt;zindagi mein yun hi koi apna lagta hai…&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi aditi&lt;br /&gt;Wo bichchad jaye tho ek sapna lagta hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bas yun hi… but it jus so happens that some relationships that dint mean anything at one time suddenly seem so important to you…some people who were nothing more than jus known people to you suddenly become some special people to you…you feel special, being cared for and being loved…being beside them and spending time with them… I don want to forget the last 3 days I spent being close to some people who mean some lot 2 me nw… I never gave a thought to some relationships… but now I know I’ve got to cherish each and every person given to me in this life…I’ve always been quite a lot selective when it comes to relationships but may be now I’ve learnt that everyone is special in some way or the other and everyone comes into your life with some purpose… some things are jus meant to be cherished… am happy that I’ve learnt to cherish those special things..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-4790556306513273832?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4790556306513273832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=4790556306513273832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that yu dreamt of doin someday... yeahhhhhhh that Salsa nites over and the salsa fever never ends i guess... it jus keeps spreading its magic on and on and on... jus lik one good thing leads to a million gud things.. hope the magic never stops..  :)&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what am blabbering... but am jus happy... bro is finally here...his india trip is turning out to be lil messed up cuz of some things at his end getting delayed... but this week has turned out 2 be soooooo hectic...started out gud with the salsa nite on monday... and loads of photo sessions and a million smiles and some new friendships for me.. was happy and smiling my way to happiness..  :)  and bro arrives on monday nite...and guess wattt!!?? no jet lag this time!?? guess hes so stressed and unslept that hes almost gotten over the jetlag bak in US itself..  yeahhh...loads happened wid him over the week...and finally after all this...where am i now!!?? well well...chillin out in K'nkumari... a trip 2 meet grandparents...spent some time wid some close cousins...and never thought i'll be so balanced at managing things at this end of the world... i mean...i never really got along with anyone here especially wen i was super excited about comin here...and now wen am almost scared to come here alone..well well am actually havin a nice time... met some cousins today...had some photo sessions...walked some miles in search of.. (i dunno watt...but the walk was great...).. watched the rain touch the peaks of western ghats...now this is one thing that was soooo soooo picturesque... you could actually see the clouds dropping rain on the mountains...!!!&lt;br /&gt;hogged like HELLLLL.... hav been eating since the time i came here i think.... had some meaningful talks wid people who mean some lot... may be never gave thought to some things in life ever and now i realized that there are things waiting to be tried out... people waiting to be given a try...after all..you must take care of all thats been given to you...dunno why but feel quite satiated... may be becuz i took care of some things which i never spared a thought in my routine life...  :)&lt;br /&gt;life to be spent in all its satiety is... jus giv a try to all that comes your way...take care and feel blessed to be with all thats given to you...fills you with a unique sense of ubiquity...satiety..  o..oo... is that too much philosophy!? neva mind... me am always like dat...yu knw rite!?  :)&lt;br /&gt;hav a great weekend all of you... and a gud start 4 a new week..  :)&lt;br /&gt;cheers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eva..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-5434788890964043491?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5434788890964043491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=5434788890964043491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5434788890964043491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5434788890964043491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/07/salsa-spreads-magic.html' title='Salsa Spreads Magic..  :)'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-5462195719355025362</id><published>2008-07-23T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:36:54.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Salsa..  :)</title><content type='html'>Am writing almost about 2 months... i know the few people who once used 2 be regulars on my blog have left... cuz am myself not a regular on my blog.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was happy after a long long time...don ask why... there r some times when you want reasons to even smile...and no matter how big a reason it is...its jus not enuff to give that happiness to you.. and then there are times like this when you jus feel happy no matter whatever happens to the whole world...you can jus feel happy and make others happy and you feel everything around is so good...may be in normal scientific languages they call it mood swings...but who cares... i am HAPPY...and that is what actually matters at all.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads happened in these few days...actually in the last 2 months...went thru almost hell... may be even now the hell persists to show its existence every now and then... but may be its jus that i have and still am learning new ways to shoo the hell outta my life.. am surprizzzed myself how i could have been like what i am now.. how i could be going thru the worst possible in one end and still keeping my temper and senses totally in place in the other end.. don feel its an achievement but it jus feels great...when one part of my life doesnt even know that the other is almost dying.. happens.. but am happy at the end of it all and no matter how dark the tunnel seems i know hope is shining its light at the end of it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes friends whom you thought were as important to you as your life...leave you and make you believe that you made a mistake in calling them your friend... but as they say.. so.. "i believe, no matter how good a friend is they are going to hurt you every now and then.. and you must forgive them for that.. " and so you forgive your friends and forget all that happened and go on and on...and may be one day when they cross all limits... you jus... again forgive them and move on... but may be this time you move on and start on a new journey... a journey to find some new friends cuz the ones who left you were not really worth it.. and may be then you realize...life after all isnt so hard to be lived without them.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you move on to a new journey and time wont be so unkind not to give you a few moments to make you realize that you deserve a few smiles... a few heartfelt laughs... a few memorable moments that wil become the new memories of your life to overshadow the lost ones... every new day teaches you that your life moves on and so you have to...&lt;br /&gt;This weekend started with some few things that made me so so happy... may be a step towards doing my own things in life...may be doing some things i always dreamt of as being away from clutches...started with some Salsa...Salsa being one of the few things in life that i always wanted to give a try to... i never thought i wil have so much fun...it was so good dancing dancing and jus dancing... you almost forget the whole world... you dont care whatever happens in the world cuz you are in a new world... thanks to cheekku for taking me into this new world... in d afternoon suddenly she calls up and says your salsa classes start 2day...so be ready and come for it... never thought wud make it thru...... met so many wonderful people.. feels good to see that you can actually dance and even people want to dance with you..  :) had a great great time... i dunno whatever i have written about my first experience with salsa is actually less than even an underestimate but for the first time am lost for words... it has been one of the experiences that made me feel so much at peace... finally atleast something in life that i always wanted to do... HAPPY.. is all i can say.., Satiated..  :)&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the next good thing... having a peaceful relaxing coffee and dessert @ ccd... coming back home in style in the middle of nite... riding on the roads as if you rule them..  :)  have a long long chat with some special friends... and then the greatest good thing of the weekend... one of my best best friend is leaving country...i mite not see this friend ever again in life... but am so happy... cuz this is something i have seen him waiting for since the time i met him..  and finally it came to happen for him... i almost felt like double wishes coming true for me at one shott..  :)&lt;br /&gt;it was something different this time as he was leaving...it was a mixed feeling of happiness but at the same time i had this fear of missing him... but may be my happiness overpowered everything... it dint give me time enuff to react... i felt some emotions... dunno what it was... happiness/fear/sadness/satiety... may be jus HAPPY for him..  :)&lt;br /&gt;finished the salsa friday with a walk with kiddo @ abt 1 in d nite...cudnt really believe the streets were so beautiful in the grey moonlite.. and the wind was jus so amazing...wud have made any sane person become HAPPY..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-5462195719355025362?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5462195719355025362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=5462195719355025362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5462195719355025362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5462195719355025362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-salsa.html' title='Friday Salsa..  :)'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-1614192608856904518</id><published>2008-07-15T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:29:39.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yun Hi Nahi Dil Lubhata Koi..  :)</title><content type='html'>Tera mujhse&lt;br /&gt;hai pehle ka naata koi...&lt;br /&gt;yun hi nahi dil&lt;br /&gt;lubhata koi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true... and how much to be thought about!!?? well well not here to really open up a philosophical journey about something... this is something that struck me from the most recent movie that i watched... Jane Tu.. Ya Jane na..  :)&lt;br /&gt;Great movie... usual storyline... predictable ending... but still enjoyed each and every moment of it..  reached the thertre a good 30 minutes after the show started.. hopefully din miss anything to regret about..  :) and don even ask how i reached the theatre...travelled almost 40 kms to reach there... was in office... and knew wasnt going 4 the show as cheekku had some errands.. but luckily she calls up at 5:30 and tells me..chal yaar jane de... chal apan movie chalte hain...kya ho jayega jyada se jyada... and ohh... all i cud tell her was ki babes if i start now from my office i cant reach city anytime beofre 7!!..well who cares...giv it a try...reached madhya kailash at 7 and the show starts at 7 as well..  :)  no auto is ready 2 go 2 Sathyam...thanks to the traffic...there was jus no way anyone cud have made a way out.. so wat next?? have never crossed a signal when green... not in chennai... not on a day when the traffic is so terrific..  :) thanks to chekkuu did all these crazy things 2 get into somewhere...walked to gandhi nagar... somehow managed to get an auto till kottur...and then wat!!?? almost emotionally blackmailed the guy to take us 2 Sathyam... got d ticket from the Window.. and finally we were there...  our cozy seats waiting for us..  :)&lt;br /&gt;so what if some part of the movie was over already...as if we missed so much of the story...actually some said even if yu wud have missed the whole movie yu wudnt have really missed anything..ha ha..  but ya twas gud 2 watch it... after so many days watched some decent original comedy in a movie.. and even felt gud...the movie has been taken wonderfully..  with some realities of relationships being shown jus the way they exist in these days..  :)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... so next time yu start liking someone...  well well... may be it cud be that special someone whos meant jus for you..   :)&lt;br /&gt;cheers... Jane Tu... Ya Jane na...  Maane tu.. Ya Mane na..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-1614192608856904518?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1614192608856904518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=1614192608856904518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1614192608856904518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1614192608856904518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/07/yun-hi-nahi-dil-lubhata-koi.html' title='Yun Hi Nahi Dil Lubhata Koi..  :)'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-3519261805954045481</id><published>2008-05-16T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:47:43.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuch Dil Ke Kareeb...</title><content type='html'>Jaane kya mujhse zamaana chahta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Mera dil todkar mujhe hasana chahta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kya baat chalakti hai mere chehre se,&lt;br /&gt;Har shaks mujhe aazmaana chahta hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-3519261805954045481?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3519261805954045481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=3519261805954045481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/3519261805954045481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/3519261805954045481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/05/kuch-dil-ke-kareeb.html' title='Kuch Dil Ke Kareeb...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-360058147267191702</id><published>2008-05-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:41:09.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why is a change always so difficult!? When I was a student I had this one seminar that I attended and one of the activities in that seminar required the participants to come out of their comfort zones. It was a difficult exercise…but that is when I learnt that theres something called a comfort zone for each person under each situation. But what exactly is the comfort zone!?? Somethings that seem totally impossible in the beginning become quite easy once attained…and tend to become our comfort zones once we reach them. As has been experienced by me on more occasions than one…that nothing in this real world is amaranthine except for change itself…and still a change is so difficult always…painful at times and fatal for some who cant understand this simple dogma of life.&lt;br /&gt;Its so simple and easy to write things down…why cant the reality be as simple as that…a friend of mine once wrote to me…”most of our difficulties are becuz our expectations are not met…to end your problems… either change your expectations or accept the reality.” The scope of the doctrine called LIFE… but one single thing that every sane human thrives for is…to lead a happy and satisfied life…SATIATED…is what every soul wants to be at the end of it all…at the end of all the toil…&lt;br /&gt;I think of times when I really was satiated but without knowing that… was looking for every other thing in this world… and now that I know what I have lost… I still wonder…what I lost and what I gained…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry thinking of the things I have lost… and life ahead seems so really impossible without those lost ones… and then I sit and think why cant life jus be the way it is now …forever…!!?? Why do things really have to change… and sometimes I feel why is there time enough to even think about the change…sometimes I feel I am strong enough to face every situation and every change that life throws on me…and then again sometimes I feel I don have strength enough to stand and face that change that’s coming my way…I look at it approaching me and try to run away from it…faster than it…so that it cant catch me… so that I don’t have to face it…&lt;br /&gt;Change is difficult to face…easy to write about…and…forget it…&lt;br /&gt;Change is unchangeable…gotto live with it…  :)&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/5079740677851472857-360058147267191702?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/360058147267191702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=360058147267191702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/360058147267191702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/360058147267191702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/05/mutation.html' title='Mutation..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-8846658205056332562</id><published>2008-04-23T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:55:49.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dash of Spice..</title><content type='html'>Writing about something freakish that’s been happening with me lately… dunno if I should connect it to the various things or not…but somethings been disturbing me and I jus feel peace bloggin it down…last week was an eventful week…started with a long weekend as I was down with some food poisoning…so bunked office for a couple of days…and then…had a pre wedding treat with our old satyam gang…(no not mine…and treats are always fun wen yu r not d one paying for it.. :)) and it was much fun 2 be back the memory lane…meetin our old gang and flirting wid d old stories.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the usual routine of church and other stuff…and shopping as well…and wen I was back @ home…well that’s wen I remembered that I had a hell load of pending work from office which needed to be done…then wat!!?? Slept at abt 3 to finish such damn boring chores… :( I hate codes…let them be in any language or script…they are so ediotic…I mean c’mon GOD only knows why such simple things are implemented using such long codes…now for instance in my next project one module is about adding a new code alphabet to some dumb stuff…now that will hardly take 15 minutes of coding for some person who understands the language the code has been written in…(and may be even in 15 yrs you wil not understand a word of it if yu don’t know the dumb language...sorry the language I work on is not searchable with google also…so no help available online as well…well am blessed.. :))but for this dumb thing…we have a spec doc of 5 pages….an Functional Doc of 6-8 pages and a TD of God knows how many pages….c’mon guys isn’t that useless….wastage of money/energy/resources/time…almost everything…huh.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it…that’s the work part…so the week starts with a lot of new work assignments…and believe me I neva felt so stressed with work ever in my 3 yrs IT life…k fine…am not saying anything more abt my work…that’s boring…and irritating..&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine…was havin a good time at everything…and a minor accident happened…nw accidents are something irritating… I mean yu get hurt and all…and then you have to take some dumb painful injections…and huh…wait for all your wounds to heal…Thank GOD it wasn’t a big one…but I was jus thinkin of the mishap…I mean I dunno how the vehicle jus fell…there was nothing that cud have gone wrong…but as they say…may be it was jus meant to happen…&lt;br /&gt;So now what am I tryin 2 prove writin all this stuff which cud be boring for anyone to read….sometimes somethings happen which we feel cud have no significance in our present or future….and may be somethings hit you back jus when you thought they cud never occur…and sometimes…you don really care whatever happens…you jus flow with life minding nothing, expecting nothing and still you lack nothing…I am jus somehow happy… I mean theres nothing great happenin @ work or life…and still I feel like being blessed with oodles of patience and spirit….a dash of spice…fills me and keeps me going…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-8846658205056332562?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8846658205056332562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=8846658205056332562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8846658205056332562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8846658205056332562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/04/dash-of-spice.html' title='A Dash of Spice..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-1041398415738217111</id><published>2008-04-15T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:02:04.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am...</title><content type='html'>Here I am…this is me…is this really me!??&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of somethings that are beyond my scope of understanding….somethings that I jus don’t have any control over…I mean…ok fine, picture this scenario to get a better understanding of wat am blabbering….&lt;br /&gt;I am a born dreamer…as a child I dreamt of something..and as I grew I came to the realization that things in dreams are not real…people kept saying…dream high to achieve high…my dreams were not so high that cud have been insurmountable…and…what did I gain??! So now I stopped dreaming and started living life with whatever it had to offer…dunno if everything it offered was good or bad…actually now kind of lost…now I don’t even know whats good or bad…but still do I dream?&lt;br /&gt;I know all of us at times are lost…lost in thought or spaces in time…the albatross called LIFE becomes arduous…even if not arduous…may be bewildered with the very existence of itself…and still we spin out our journey…kissing off all that we were searching for in those lost spaces in time…&lt;br /&gt;Some say believe in DESTINY…and I do so…I trust that things happen for a reason…and all that happens was jus meant to be that way…you don really play a part in creating one…you jus play your part of having one… then where does all the drudgery of this real world come from? I mean when all’s written as they say…then why worry!?? But remember nothing comes to pass until you play YOUR part… and is there a wrong or right in playing parts?? May be!!?? I don’t know…but all I know is that…its all written…may be on stars…may be in our hands…may be in some books…may be in some scripts…but still do I believe in DESTINY…&lt;br /&gt;We keep meeting different people at different spaces in time…some we jus don’t remember talking to even…and some we jus cant take out of our thoughts…and some who become a way of our lives…or may be even a reason for us to live…its bliss to be in LOVE…or to be loved…I do not know how different it is…but in this real world…the latter is better…cuz the former does not always reach its destination…if it does..thats the best reward that a LIFE can get…that’s Life fulfilled…in all its ubiquity…&lt;br /&gt;K lemme come back to my post…I dunno why I started writing this post today…I wanted to write for a long time…just embarking by collecting my random thoughts…myriad perceptions…And Here I am…&lt;br /&gt;Been long since I last wrote…and I dunno why its so humdrum for me these days to keep going back in time…I know its all beyond my scope (to make things right..) but then its beyond my scope (to stop thinking of things gone by..)..thats pain…you are brooking something knowing its vain…and still this pain ceases to cease.. And Here I am… :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-1041398415738217111?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1041398415738217111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=1041398415738217111' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1041398415738217111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1041398415738217111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-6651710687935448836</id><published>2008-03-16T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:13:45.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comin Back To LIFE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Coming Back To Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Where were you when I was burned and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;While the days slipped by from my window watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Where were you when I was hurt and helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Because the things you say and the things you do surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dying to believe in what you heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was staring straight into the shining sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lost in thought and lost in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Outside the rain fell dark and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I knew the moment had arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;For killing the past and coming back to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I knew the waiting had begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And headed straight..into the shining sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is one song that touched me once…and then again and again and again…it keeps touching me in different ways..and bringing me back to LIFE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most loved Pink Floyd songs ever…I love this song for all that it is…I mean the lyrics, the music, the beats…jus everything is ultimate…one of its kind…one of any kind actually… This song has been interpreted in different ways through out… and am so sure each has a reality bit associated with it… am so sure each of us can relate to some or the whole part of the song… as for me… well I have had different interpretations of the song myself…depending on what I am going thru at that moment… but whatever it may sound…one things for sure…this is one song that really brings you back to life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Where were you when I was burned and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;While the days slipped by from my window watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Where were you when I was hurt and helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Because the things you say and the things you do surround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is so true when someone whom you really trusted and cherished…betrays you… leaves you betwixt your own…when you most needed that person… this is a marooned space…where the existence of your present is non existent…still enslaved to the things and times gone by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dying to believe in what you heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was staring straight into the shining sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To me this is the pain or the real emotion of the song… staring straight into the shining sun… this is the truth that brings us to the asperity of the real world… experiencing and living with the truth… doing away with illusions and assumptions…that is what is the content for life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lost in thought and lost in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya this again is the revival planted in you by the asperity of this real world… while you are so lost in the loss you suffered…this real world keeps bringing you back to the things and contents that matter…urging you to continue… your ball-buster part in this real world…when nothing..not even time matters to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Outside the rain fell dark and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Everything outside your own world is so normal and unperturbed…when you are still counting your strings attached to the space and time in past…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I knew the moment had arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;For killing the past and coming back to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And this is the asperity of the song…this is what brings us back to life…everything in life ends…changes…and there are certain things that give us a lot of pain when they end…it is for us to know when things are over…especially relationships…and to let them go…you need time… you need your own space…to make realizations work for yourself…and then you are gonna kill the past and be alive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And headed straight..into the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LIFE GOES ON…NO MATTER WHAT… LIVE AND STAY ALIVE.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-6651710687935448836?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6651710687935448836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=6651710687935448836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6651710687935448836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6651710687935448836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/03/comin-back-to-life.html' title='Comin Back To LIFE...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-3176687628588834268</id><published>2008-03-04T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:36:09.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking with Viewtyy...  :)</title><content type='html'>I know you don get head or tail of what the title suggests...its just an exaggerated version of making something sound extremely good....but this one really is.. i mean atleast for me this experience was something memorable...cudnt hav got a space in my blog else... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so read on...may be yu will feel the nerve with me as i write of this experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...k clarifications regarding the title...well i got a new cell phone...as the old one conked completely...and this new ones called VIEWTY...ya thats the name...sounds amazing na...i know...even i am impressed with it as much as i can be.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a real beauty..ultra sleek looks...amazingly stylish...superbb touchscreen...ultra hott piece to possess....ahem ahem...the price is ultra hot as well.. but does that matter so much when yu have so much more for yourself !!?? well def not for me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan so here i have this ultra hot cell phone with me...one of the hottest selling in the market at present...and am soooo elated with this one...but whats with the biking stuff prefixed with the viewty in my title!?? haan so lemme tell yu how it gets connected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this friend of mine whos been a gadget freak...and an amazing racer...racer of bikes....thats how he had depicted himself when i had seen him first in office...some freaky guy with long straightened hair...all d hip-hop ringtones on d mobile...an amazingly expensive mobile flashing in his hands...and loads of attitude..(dunno in the right direction or not...but ya this guy has ATTITUDE).. so definitely you cant expect him to answer you straight when you ask him something.. well and thats what he did.. ATTITUDE you see....i think am using this word too much...actually i feel when people cant really express another person's behaviour or may be feel the other person is superior in some way or the other....cant be impressed definitely by you, given the innocent soul that you are...you jus mark that person as having an ATTITUDE.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets not deviate from d intended post...ya so this guy finally gets to talk to me...me ofcourse being one of the most popular people in the office..he he he..everyone gets to know me...my name...my work...my age...my religion...my place of stay...my home town...etc etc...so am not really bothered if some new person whom i have never seen in my life comes and says "hi pretty" to me...so anyways...we spoke and had a bunch of common frnds and started having a gala time in office...sitting on bench...passing our times with every rubbish possible in office...spending almost all the time in cafeteria...or...reading forwarded mails...or jus sitting in the pantry and commenting about the screwed Satyam System..those were good days...but alas we spent them getting frustu...thanks to all d IT industry omen associated with being on bench..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so...ya all i knew about this guy is that hes very very interested in bikes...and keeps modifying some or the other part of his bike...but i was not sure of his passion for speed...until i biked with him on his apache...and i must say...hes jus too good a rider...i mean i have seen this kind of biking only on tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so thats the justification part for my title...biking with viewty...i went with my friend on his bike to buy viewty and it was an amazing expereince biking with the new viewty...and amazing biking capabilities...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been on bikes with so many of my friends...and even i have driven bikes myself....but what i saw with this friend was something i have never imagined myself doing....biking at a speed of 100 KMPS...on a totally traffic packed road on a weekend evening in a metro like chennai …this is one experience that’s gonna give me the chills everytime am even gonna think about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so after we bought my ultra mod piece of cake… he jus cudnt stop from speeding up on our way back home…ya may be its difficult for bikers to drive at normal human speeds when they believe they can drive so much faster…doesn’t really matter if they can actually scare every other normal person on road to death when they vroom past them with their extra super biking qualities..  So this one biker with me was an addition to the super elite club of bikers and I had no ideas about his super duper biking abilities. And when the bike sped up to 100 KMPS…I really dint think it was sucha big deal….after all everyone enjoys speeding up on a sleek and sexy bike….but I started getting the chills when I realized that it was serious “BIKING” and not jus enjoyment…. It was ok if the bike was jus speeding up…it became worse when I saw that the bike was actually making its way from between such heavy vehicles…where there was no place for even a single person to stand… may be that’s what they call thrilling…how to make your way out of places where others cant even get in….and then there were times when we will have to stop cuz of a traffic signal…and this amazing thing which my frnd rides…comes down from 100 to 0 KMPS in less than 5 secs…could you jus believe it…you don’t even apply breaks…or may be you do apply some special kind of breaks which do not let you fall abruptly…but you actually come to a halt…ok and when the signal turns green!!?? Don even ask…whos got time to stop when the signal has already turned green!!?? And if its bikers…well you don’t really have to even think…they will not stop even if jesus’s second coming is happening…immediately after the signal turns green this guy started speeding up as if some firestorm is following us…and things became worse when really a firerstorm started following us….not really a firestorm but something worse than that…we vroomed past some dumb biker…dint have any idea that he could be a biker himself…and what comes next!!?? This biker vrooms past us…provoking a rather decent biker to race with him…and will some attitude guy stop for nuts!!?? Huh and final conclusion!!?? I became the victim…as these 2 bikes kept vrooming at speeds that the speedometer could no longer keep track of…I was most scared of the moments when these 2 bikers were abreast….i jus cudnt stop imagining the other one thrashing us down at the slightest move…I mean when 2 highly fast moving things are speeding up so close to each other…not allowing the other to get ahead of one…well anything could happen…one moment we could be speeding ahead of him…and the other…may be …not even existing…it was all a game of speed and coordination…as for me….it was more of coordinating to keep my eyes closed rather to witness my own end….finally I jus cudnt take it and I started screaming…stop the bike…am scared..  :(&lt;br /&gt;After shouting some 100 times….my friend finally let the other weirdo win…and I know how difficult it is for a super duper biker to allow the other one to win…but I was helpless…it was jus tooo tooo much for me…it was sweet enuff of my friend to ask me if I was feeling ok!!?? Well after all the SUPER DUPER THRILL for the day…I was feeling much better than just “OK”…but trust me it was fun…though little scary…but I thoroughly enjoyed it…am not sure if I will ever be a part of this crazy racing thing again…but if I am…am definitely gonna have major fun…  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-3176687628588834268?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3176687628588834268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=3176687628588834268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/3176687628588834268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/3176687628588834268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/03/biking-with-viewtyy.html' title='Biking with Viewtyy...  :)'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-5488576619792389626</id><published>2008-03-04T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:14:06.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satyamotsav '08...</title><content type='html'>Satyamotsav...the name that has a lot of significance for me...known and unknown...revealed and hidden...true and assumed...whatever yu may call it...but this was important to me...i still remember the first ever satyamotsav that i could have been a part of, being a satyamite...will tell you later why i jus couldnt make it...first lemme tell yu non satyamites, what exactly satyamotsav is...its the annual (Ahem...supposed to be annual...but i dunno if it really is annual now...they jus keep celebrating it whenever they feel like it...or may be whenever they have the necessary funds...or may be when the associates make too much noise about the satyam &lt;a href="mailto:fun@work"&gt;fun@work&lt;/a&gt; concept.. :)) ya ok so it’s the annual union of all satyamites all over India.. again am sorry am not sure if theres a concept of satyamotsav outside India as well..hmm…so satyamotsav is that time of the year where all satyamites…working in all cities, facilities, client locations..etc etc.. come together and have fun together..may be even meet each other which they might not do usually owing to their busy schedules…so ya i understand that you got the concept of satyamotsav…&lt;br /&gt;Well to me satyamotsav was all this and much more…I cudnt be a part of satyamotsav in 2006…owing to some dumb reasons…and actually one of my very gud friends in those days was out of town that time and I jus dint feel like going for an utsav without him…as being so new to satyam Chennai…I hardly had any gud friends to actually enjoy or have fun with.. and that could have been a start of some significant chapters in my life… and may be it was also…but anyways…those are not the things I am writing this post for..&lt;br /&gt;Satyamotsav 2008 was one opportunity I jus dint want to let go…I am not a part of satyam now…but man…I still am so stuck to satyam…I still don’t feel am anything different from satyam at all…anyways…jus 2 days after I resign is the auspicious day of the utsav…and so I am definitely going for it…cuz there mite not be another satyamotsav that I might witness…&lt;br /&gt;Now the biggest challenge was to arrange for a ID card for me as I am no more a Satyamite…and there starts the game of asking every girl casually…r yu going for the satyamotsav this year… :) girls and usually as the dumber they can get…usually undecided till the end moment…depending upon I dunno whattt!! Somehow I manage to get this one lady’s ID…now I don look anywhere like that lady ok…but ya who cares…I mean I have an ID card swinging around my neck…and that’s enuff to let others know am a satyamite..&lt;br /&gt;So I go for this much awaited much significant utsav….and as the much popular figure that I am…well I cudnt be left unnoticed…and there it was…with loads of people asking me the same thing…hey babes…how come yu r here!!??…c’mon man…I served satyam for almost 3 years!!! Don’t I deserve one utsav!?? So what if I have resigned satyam…and satyamotsav is a festival only for satyamites..!!??&lt;br /&gt;OK OK…so all this bally hoo about rubbish…finally what about my experience at the great awaited Satyamotsav…man….except for the popularity part…everything else was decently avoidable…I mean except for the joy of people coming and asking me and esp guys coming and saying ohh yu r looking pretty…and stuff like that…everything else in the utsav was…I don wanna use fowl language…but ya everything else was jus not utsav types…I mean this could have been the worst behaviour I would have expected from “CORPORATES”…of a CMM LEVEL 5 company…I dunno on what basis they let these standards stay..  :(&lt;br /&gt;It could have definitely been better with some decent shows to be put on…but alas…there was jus nothing enjoyable…ok so lets jus go for the food atleast…hav some stomach filling dinner and get back home safely…is that what my friends thought…!!?? Well dinner was the most unruly part of the evening…I mean it much looked like they were serving food for people in jail….rather people in jail will behave more decently I believe….on the sight of food people…”CORPORATES” and their elite CORPORATE families just pounded over it as if they have never seen dinner in their whole seven lives….or may be like they have been starved for generations for this one night’s dinner…even before the poor servers could open the packets of fruits…it was well torn like a box damaged by bomb explosion…and so as you can guess…my excitement of dinner was also over….jus wanted to get back home…  :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways…it was good meeting all my fellow satyamites one last time…may be I will never be a satyamite ever in life again…and I jus dint want 2 miss this one last chance of being one… on my way back…I jus cudnt stop myself from going back in time….remembering memories good and forgettable…lost I was in those days…and how much I wished I could turn back time…and hold it in the space gone by….i wished to cry..to laugh..or may be jus to be back…and as it is…nothing returns…LIFE GOES ON…and so does its strings…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-5488576619792389626?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5488576619792389626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=5488576619792389626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5488576619792389626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5488576619792389626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/03/satyamotsav-08.html' title='Satyamotsav &apos;08...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-5248002456048646427</id><published>2008-02-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:30:01.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Is there more to life than a series of transitions!? each phase lasting a variable amount in time and space. As they say...the entire philosophy of life can be summed up in exactly 3 words..."It goes on"...no matter whatever...life jus goes on... Am writing this at the end of one journey and at the start of a new one...and i jus am wishing..which one will be my destination journey...I know i still've got a long way to go before i can reach the final one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K lemme start this one from as far as my memory goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My very first day in satyam... Orientation... in Viceroy hotel Secunderabad...were supposed to report in masha allah(One of the Satyam facilities in Secunderabad..)...and they take us on an elite bus to an unknown location...and when we get down...well we are already inside the five star...i know Satyam sure knows how to make its employees feel they are on the top of the world...and that itself was the first transition for me...coming from somewhere like bhilai...landing into a five star...i realized life was changing for me...things were gonna change...and may be it was then that i felt for the first time that i will be one among the "EXECUTIVE" people...it felt great...i was gonna be one among the Saahab family...that was the impression we got with all the stars of the hotel cast upon us on the first day itself...Anyways...Documents submission...amazing five star lunch...lots of intros...and finally masti... its over after all the dancing and dramatizing...of course with a news from great Mr SURI PONNADA that the ELTP preassessment is scheduled for saturday...assemble @ Mayfair @ 7:30 in the morning to catch the bus to STC...Bahadurpally...also strict instrustions saying forget your saturdays and sundays till you are an ELTP... k fine...went home with the same...grudging and things...&lt;br /&gt;First day inside the Satyam STC Campus....amazing place....i was dumbfounded by the beauty...and the poshness of the locale...never really had seen such a place in my life...knew i was among the elite ones...being a proud satyamite...the assessment was anyways bad and with a full round of scolding from suri ponnada...you people from chennai comiong to satyam and making the whole environment dirty...you people have still not come out of your "College culture"...stop being this way...be proffessional...etc etc...bla bla blaaahhh...so were finally done for the day...and came to know that the next step was to attend our induction into satyam...were not sure of what it meant...but this was all that we were told...assemble @ CC sharp 9... :)&lt;br /&gt;Induction into Satyam....then had no idea of what we were being taught...ya ofcourse the business structure of the company...info about the clients...development centres outside india...inside india...per quarter turnovers...big shots of the organization...etc etc...had no idea of y we were being told all this...and almost slept thru majority of all this gyan...now i know y i was so "dumbfounded" in satyam... :) Anyways...had a lot of fun activities on that one day...lot of interaction sessions....lotsa new people whom i said a hi to...and it was in totallity a good day.. had fun was happy being a satyamite and all those great feelings that come with the "SATYAM" tag.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of the day we were informed about the technologies we were gonna be trained on...and i was wondering...ow man is this really so important....and i knew the serious stuff started there.. they said 30 of you are gonna be in Oracle...and the rest in Mainframes...was very happy hearing this...hardly knew what difference it made...but was sure...mainframes is better than Oracle any day....sparingly aware of the hardships this technology thingie is gonna put me in...and hardly had any clue into the intricacies of this technology stuff...all i knew was that Oracle is something i already know and def Mainframes will be a better option...ie if i was given an option...ha...now if you ask me to turn back time...to the day i had this induction thing...i wud def no doubt...go and chose Oracle...you know for obvious reasons....and for those of you who dunno the IT intricacies...well read on to find y Mainframes was sucha wrong technology.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Owkay...anyways...we were ionformed to be in the West wing/East wing..(Sorry i don remember which wing it was exactly..)..so classes started...they told us that we will have classes for a couple of days immediately followed by assessments...and we HAVE to get min 80% to pass...owkayyy...we being jus outta college...and almost the whole batch being from our great great CHENNAI...where mugging is a way of life...i mean children here are i think taught to mug straight from the times the zygote is formed in the womb...they all felt this was one great exam of their life that everyone has to top with 100%...uff i was in the worng place i realized...they all took it more importantly than even their final sem exams... DS, OS now this was one subject that kept giving most of us troubles right from day one...first the facilitator was absurd and when we got the best of the facilitator...well the subject itself became absurd... one paper that i dint clear till the end of the training  tenure...no matter how many times i got the questions database...now if answers are wrong in the database what can you do!!?? or may be the entire evaluating system of the online test was wrong...yeah that was what we used to say when we dint clear any tests....we kept complaining that the database has wrong answers...the evaluation doesnt happen properly...the answres dont get registered properly...etc etc...think of new innovative reasons not 2 pass the tests...but i must tell you...those were the days...really "THE DAYS"...i mean now when i sit back and think of my ELTP days...well i can remember some things very close to my heart...no matter even if they gave pain in those days...these are some memories that will always bring smile/tear to my heart...some things very special to me...which have evolved me to what i am today...my first program manager...who always felt i jus dress smart but am no "PROACTIVE" at all...who always said i don study for tests..but keep talkin to guys all the time..and even when i get a 100 in some paper...she announces my name in the flunking list..she used to love me i think.. :)hmm...then the amazing raghuveer/raghuram/raghu sir...and his stories of mithun chakravarthy...and rajnikant..had fun in his classes...the various assessments and reassessments..and re re assessments...he hee he..the amazing CC(Convetion Center in STC...)...the amazing CC Cafeteria which used to full with our batch people...pulling each others legs...laughing..fooling around...our early morning shifts...our busses to STC...which we used to miss...and then call up the bus Rep to stop the bus for us..our saree sessions on teusdays...our great great Nagaraju Doamala...who always used to say that he is the best...and the best...and that mainframes is the best becuz of him...and also that even before we finish our trainings we will already be in projects...becuz there is some greaaaaaaaaaaaat big project coming for Mainframes...(As if we dint know that our prev mainframes batch has been comfortably warming the benches in Satyam for more than 9 months.. :))hmm...our great Seminar sessions...those were the only things we used to wait for...those were so amazing...different funny topics..different funny comments..and most great was the different funny people they used to pair each other with...it was all fun...the whole CC used to be like a picnic spot...play and have fun and come back..ha and how can i ever forget the great day when Domala said that the whole CC was built in 59 days...stoutly praising the Infrastructure of Satyam...and what happens the next day!!?? well the whole CC roof falls down cuz of heavy down pour of rain...we jus cudnt stop laughing...Domala was running here and there to make the place look normal.. :)   hmmm...and some days later some cat runs accross the CC stage...and then some pegion comes inside the CC..with all the gaurds running behind it as it flies from one pillar to the other...thats the infrastructure...ahem ahem...no no am not tryin to put down the company...jus some memories..  :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will continue with this later... see yu then...the transition wil continue..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-5248002456048646427?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5248002456048646427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=5248002456048646427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5248002456048646427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5248002456048646427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/02/transition.html' title='The Transition...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4099397296046587672</id><published>2008-02-15T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:16:28.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Point Someone...</title><content type='html'>When you are an avid reader…you can pretty well read anything and everything on this earth…and its not every once in a while that you come across a book that touches the right strings of your senses or your hearts…ya you may read a hundred books and relate to some or the other part of each one of them…but then there are those very few which urge you to start living with the characters of the book…&lt;br /&gt;Am writing here about this book that I wud have read a couple of times before and everytime I get a different feeling…may be everytime i skipped thru the pages jus to know wat exactly happens at the end of it all…but this time I read this book reading every line of it…almost reliving my days gone by…ya I know when you read something interesting you always carve an image of the characters and start imagining….but with this book it was different…though I did not even carve out images for the characters…I almost felt they were living with me…as if I am living some days of my life gone by…i am enjoying every bit of it...and then this strange sorrow surrounds me as the pages of the book are indicating that the book is gonnna get over soon…I jus wish this book doesn’t get over so soon…as if some part of my own life is getting over here…may be many of you are thinking I am exaggerating things here…but to tell you the truth…I almost lived with the characters of the book…hari, ryan, alok, neha, prof veera…I know exactly what the writer must have felt when he says “four years of freaking craziness to get a degree…” and when he writes about the convo…how much I wish the book not to get over at all…I know how many “it sucks…and change the system” phrases I used being a part of my college freakiness…but at the end of it…the day I was going home after finishing my last project viva and comprehensive viva….how much I wished to be back to one of the classrooms and reliving my four years at the doomed insti…to be back in the hostel terrace chatting, gossiping, reading some Sidney Sheldon/Nicholas sparks…jus hiding away from the warden, and other management ppl…or jus even for our group studies which never actually happened anywhere ever except at the hostel roof…ohh what a view at nite when even the OMR dint even look like a dreaded rd…jus the most beautiful rd in the whole of the city…and finally I missed the convo…as not being one of the toppers had very few chances of any notice of me being absent in the convo…now when I look back…I can jus say…what wonderful four years at that…the most amazing days of my life.. &lt;br /&gt;Ok coming back to the book…I know I got carried away by my emotions for my own college days…no matter how cramped those were…ya so about the book….this book really touched me…one book I jus cant read and put back on to the shelf…it really holds a part of my life…the moments I lived with the characters…the moments I kept goin back to my own life with these people….it was an amazing experience…I relived some very beautiful days of my life…and wished some days could come back for good….and wished i really was at the hostel corridors…or @ sasi’s….or @ the insti roof…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-4099397296046587672?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4099397296046587672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=4099397296046587672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4099397296046587672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4099397296046587672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/02/five-point-someone.html' title='Five Point Someone...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-403360498248802467</id><published>2008-02-11T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:19:26.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of relics..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes somethings unplanned give a lot of unexpected happiness...and thats what i experienced in this weekend...i had a great great time with one of my old friends when i least expected to see him over the weekend... :)&lt;br /&gt;I jus got a call from him saying hes gonna be around for the weekend...and i dunno why but i jus felt i have to meet him this time as aunty wil also be around...and it was almost an year since i saw her as well...i jus decided upon dropping in2 their home for dinner on friday...and believe me i had such a good time talkin 2 him and aunty...was really taken back 2 the days in hyd when all i used to do was be in their house and enjoy.. :)&lt;br /&gt;I mite not meet this friend for long now...and i jus wanted to make the most out of it...and there i was...heading towards the Chennai Port staff quarters...i dunno why but am so very fascinated by everything associated with the navy and port...i was happy being there....seeing the navy people...and i tell you these navy people have damn good looks...the first day was jus pulling each others legs...talkin about every thing that had passed by in this whole year when we hadnt seen each other...havin fun and being happy for each other...missing my dear friend (his sis..)...but ya finally we called her and even there we dint stop sayin baddies abt every other one around.. got back home in their car at about 11 in d nite...and promised uncle that i will be back the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next day they wanted me to be there by afternoon as they wanted to visit a passenger ship...alas i cudnt make it and the ship left before i cud reach their house..anyways...we made up for taht by goin shopping...and don yu know shopping means life 2 me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;though it wasnt a shopping intended for me...but yu know how mush i can enjoy shopping...and i really had fun...we dint buy anything as everything that my friend wanted was normal adult size but sadly none of them fitted him..and we finally concluded that he should visit the kids section instead...had some food @ kfc...and headed back home for a heavier dinner...had major fun shooting each others pics and funny videos...had an amazing dinner with a variety of goodies...and finally rested in the private beach where we had close encounters with so many different sized crabs...!! and i dunno how on earth can anyone find crabs beautiful...i mean they are always scary with those creepy eyes, and poisonous tentacles/antennas or watever they are that they keep pointing towards you....may be in a position to tell you clearly that KEEP AWAY FROM ME....and still some very amazing people have some really special conversations with these scary species..say things like...ohh sweety yu are sooo beautiful...come come i'll click a pic wid yu...and finally when the sweety actually comes near them they throw those sweeties to other sweet innocent people who had no idea of the sweet conversation between 2 rare species...and thats how i got to meet this one big crab that crawled/creeped over my leg cuz it got scared by some very smart guy who wanted a pic wid the sweety.. :) anyways it was all fun...cuz i screamed so loud that they sentry would have actually thought that some tsunami came and hit me(hit me alone i mean...cuz everyone else including the one who scared d crab were laughing out loud..)...by the end of all d photo session, singing, roaming, and eating and shouting and laughing and crying...i was dead tired and so was everyone around...and it was well time for me to get back home....it was already 11:30...and we finally got int the car...and that was the end of my 2 days of memoirs...when i relived my good old hyderabad days...i was just simply HAPPY...and thats what mettered to me most...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-403360498248802467?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/403360498248802467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=403360498248802467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/403360498248802467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/403360498248802467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-of-relics.html' title='Weekend of relics..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-8225468492131189532</id><published>2008-01-20T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:11:19.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo Lamhe...</title><content type='html'>This is one movie that moved me quite a lot...was always fascinated by all the songs of this one...and today i watched the whole movie..claims to be based on the life of Parveen Babi...i dunno much about this actress but i can only feel pity for the way things turned out for this actress...i feel so sorry for the days she would have spent in recluse...GOD only knows what all she would have gone thru in her life that took her to such a dreaded state of life...&lt;br /&gt;The movie depicts how she climbs the staircase to become one of the most glamorous actress of her times...how her personal life betrays her at each and every step, and how she keeps weaving her own world of imagination, getting secluded from every emotional contact, imagining that the whole world is against her and wants to kill her...how the world stood against her and no one stood by her and left her secluded in her misery and loneliness...and one man who truly loved her more than his own life was there by her...the one reason he was alive was for her....to see her get back her life and be normal...finally she dies of schizophrenia...and this guy's life almost comes to a stand still....&lt;br /&gt;the song that comes at the climax of the movie really touches me.. &lt;br /&gt;Mujhe phir tabah kar,&lt;br /&gt;mujhe phir rula ja...&lt;br /&gt;sitam karne wale...&lt;br /&gt;kahin se tu aaja...kahin se tu aaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very touching lyrics there by Gulzar...something so true for someone whos life's one sole mission was to see his love live...&lt;br /&gt;the movie ends with an even more touching thought...when the guy says that the moments he spent with his love will be there even if the existance of her is no more...jus like a castle of sand collapses to nothing by the waves of the sea...so is a man's life...nothing remains except the memories...wo lamhe kabhi khatam nahi hote...kabhi mit the nahi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lamhe...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-8268431662320995661</id><published>2008-01-16T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:12:05.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneeze and number 5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;this is in continuation of my prev post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;now i know yu must be thinking whats the connection!? nice topic 2 write about... well for all of you who dont know whats the connection...well you sneeze and some dumb ediot asks you 2 tell a number...and after all the pain of that sneeze you have to tell this ediot some dumb number....and then this dumb ediot becomes surprizingly very happy.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Reason!????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;this dumb ediot cites the reason back to some ediotic old tradition/custom/belief...watever on the earth that can mean...it seems when you sneeze...it implies someone is thinking about you..and wats the connection with number!!?? it seems the number yu say corresponds to some alphabet in english and so the person whos name starts with that alphabet is thinking about you....ohh my GOD....and i thought so many people can be thinking about you...and what if some person has a French/Latin/German/Kalíníngradian/Hersegóvínaian/../.. name!?? well may be only people with english names have the authority to think about you as per the rules of this stupid old game. Anyways am not really interested in getting into the intricacies of this game or whatever it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;r yu really reading the stuff i jus wrote?? so it implies..(without the application of any complex formulas)...but of course application of little common sense...that yu r absolutely jobless....i mean who on earth will read dumb stories abt some dumb ediot who cant digest his own stories??!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;c'mon nw...don start cursing me...yu better don start catching up a sneezing cold wid all d thinking i am gonna start doing about yu.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...am so sorry i din tell yu y i wrote dis post 2 be a continuation of my prev post..well well well...may be some dumb member of some inexplanable species wants to express his/her gratitude towards me that i gave him/her ( see don keep wondering y i am writing his/her...remember i hav still not revealed the identity of the great species...actually still dint understand the intricacies of the species..)...ya that i gave him him/her a whole post dedicated on his/her loving emotions towards ...elephants @ GC..so he/she keeps sneezing and thinkin of number 5... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-8268431662320995661?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8268431662320995661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=8268431662320995661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8268431662320995661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8268431662320995661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/01/sneeze-and-number-5.html' title='Sneeze and number 5...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4299229120804719254</id><published>2008-01-16T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:33:05.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant at GC....</title><content type='html'>Ok... now for all yu guys who r thinking what that means...well lemme tell yu all how it starts...GC expands to Gajendra Circle @ IIT Madras...thanks to the IIT jargon, you will see more of these kinda expansions. Life in IIT as my bro an ex IITian says....is an out of the world experience...and that anyone can guess the moment one steps into d esteemed IIT campus. I have always been fascinated by life @ IIT. wish i was little more serious about studies during my school days...i wud hav saved myself a seat in one of the IITs...  :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this post is not about my aspirations to touch the IIT grounds...nor my aspirations to hav a life like one depicted in FPS(Five Point Someone...)...nor 2 hav a cool nick name which almost all d IITians hav...which hav no meanings outside the gates of IIT....etc etc...rather its about the life of the elephant standing gloriously in the IIT Madras GC.. think of the importance of these 2 gajas there....i mean everybudy on the IIT campus knows them...crosses them hundreds of times...and they stand so much importance in IIT Madras campus...  :)&lt;br /&gt;Actually one of my friend(Name not disclosed for personal reasons  !!) was so very moved with the Gajas...that she actually wanted to stand there instead of the gajas....feeling sorry for the gajas you see...i mean they stand there without complaining in the sun, the rain and the thunder storms...this post is a dedication to the immense emotional attachment my friend demonstrated for the gajas...  :)&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine has always had this ultimate interests in every ultimate species that you cant even think of being emotionally attached...i mean things like emotional attachment for elephants, i mean those elephants which are not even alive...emotional attachment for dhondoo(Another rare species of either koala bear or some monkey), and then again for other rare species(Again names cant be displayed for some personal reasons).either that the names of the species cant be displayed or you can even say the species cant be explained itself  :)&lt;br /&gt; ..now this is an ultimate place for doing her "chops"...in her jargons... :P&lt;br /&gt;i guess enough of dedications for the gajas and all the emotions attached with the gajas....ahhh i forgot to mention...she has some emotions towards the bechare deers of IIT as well....last week she took me to IIT and almost stopped there leaving me forgetting me....reason...madam was busy taking snaps of the beautiful and cute deers...haan now i know y she has so much emotions for the gajas.....now after reading this post i am damn sure shes gonna feel so much more glorious than the actual GC gajas that shes gonna throw them out of the GC and stand there instead....  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so proud of you Ms. gajendranandan..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-4299229120804719254?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4299229120804719254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=4299229120804719254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4299229120804719254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4299229120804719254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2008/01/elephant-at-gc.html' title='Elephant at GC....'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-8134610126147068956</id><published>2007-12-31T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:30:11.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go...</title><content type='html'>Writing on the last day of 2007....i am inspired to write something by J.D. Jakes that i read in one of the mails recently....something that touches me and am sure all of us can relate to some part of it in some way or the other... something good to start the New Year with... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who can walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk. I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. The bible said that, They came out from us that it might be made manifest &gt; &gt; that they were not for us. &gt; For had they been of us, &gt; no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]&lt;br /&gt;People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.&lt;br /&gt;LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of goodbye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in goodbye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.&lt;br /&gt;LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to past hurts and pains...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If someone has angered you...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad attitude...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship....... LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling depressed and stressed...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;Get Right or Get Left, think about it, and then...LET THEM GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how life goes...Let It Go...and start afresh...cuz the best is yet to come.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-8134610126147068956?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8134610126147068956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=8134610126147068956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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exaggeration for d post.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;actually all dis razzmatazz, dis ballyhoo...owing 2 a visit 2 my old college...err..university...i dont really know how many of my old buddies are gonna read this post but i jus needed to post this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lats week i had this aweful time.... visiting my university for a reason meagre....and what do i see there...well things have definitely changed...jus hoping for the betterment. i remembered the days when my fellow mates used to carry cell phones hidden in all possible unreachable places..(I dont think i need to specify the details ;))...and then now i see students (thats what i suppose they were.. :))... flashing their phones stoutly...yess thats jus one of the many things i saw that has changed. i still remember the nites i spent in the hostels of Sathyabama as well as St joseph's....and trust me those were really "THE DAYS"....there was not one nite we dint decide on sleeping early and getting up early....and wen did we actually retire to bed?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and those endless discussions we used 2 have about the rubbish college rules and how many "IT SUCKS" proverbs....rubbish and crap was d fave words 4 d deemed univ.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ohh and how can i ever forget those raids for electronic thingies in d hostel....man i lost so many of my good collectible music...reason...!!!??? you are not supposed to carry eletronic gadgets inside the deemed univ campus!!??? phewwwwwww......... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ahhh...and then wat was next?? getting fake letters from d HOD...that the thingies were kept for college day practice....ohh well that reminds me....our HOD has changed as well...nice man...very sweet guy....he resigned... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;when i left the deemed university campus 2 years ago....i never really dreamt of comin back there...and believe me i dint regret a bit that college was actually over for me...but now when i went back to college...how much i wished those days could come back...the only headache those days was... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;where to go over the weekend...whom to ask to send the fax 2 get outta hostel....whewwww....how to manage the uncountable CORRRRESPONDINGS of java sir... or how to keep myself awake during networking lectures....how to tell d POC sir that he actually was very funny...and not intelligent.. ;).... ohh and the amazing DSP paper....ohh man how does an engineering graduate ever pass that paper...!!?? :( ... ahh...and how to find atleast one smart dude/dudette in d campus!!!??? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;jus walkin the campus i realized....everyone mus be walkin atleast 5 KMs inside d campus everyday....from d mess hall 2 d class...to d mainlab...to d other lab...to d director's office for some lucky ppl lik d dept of CSE'05...i jus cudnt stop myself from getting reminded of sitting in one of those classrooms and trying not 2 sleep...trying 2 get something out of the lecture of which i dint know head or tail....makin a face that will look as sincere as possible that i understood everything...when i know i am waiting for that person to stop for the day....and when i see other people i wonder how they manage...they all knew whatever they teach is dumb and anyways no one's gonna ever listen to it...but still they wanna...and c'mon yu cant tell someone what r yu thinking when d class is going on....anyways...it was all fun....esp when ppl like OS mam was in class...almost begging us 2 let her write something on d board.. when we had an important announcement 2 be made....and what was that??? someone's dog has given birth to 2 puppies and they need to be sold!!?? now what can be more important than THIS for an OS lecture?? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my college as they say in the records is a ragging free college....is it really!!!??? naaah....and wats d fun if yu don get in tch wid yur seniors the way they want!!?? :) those ragging sessions in d train...when guys used 2 get away with ragging saying they are from hindustan....and i was fool enuff 2 get ragged by someone from hindustan when he said hes my senior from 3rd ECE Sathyabams......... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;those one nite stands before the midsem day....lining up in front of the prof 2 get some "IMP" questions...he he..actually gettin the whole paper on SMS at 12 in d nite...now thats wen we warm up 4 d prep...and those 5 min prep standing in front of the exam hall...and then there were times....when i dint even know what were the 7 papers in d sem....all i did was sms till 5 in d morning....sleep till 6:30...get up..get ready...catch d last possible bus from madhya kailash....and....sleep thru all d lectures...thinkin wat d heckk...tryin 2 stay awake d nite before the dreaded day i always used 2 wonder how we stay awake talkin rubbish thru out d sem...but wen i have an exam d very next day...i jus cudnt keep my eyes from closing...forget concentration.. that was miles apart for d prep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;whenever i think of my college days...well i can only smile at the amazing ways we used 2 invent 2 gettin ourselves outta trouble...those fake faxes, fake phone calls from local gaurdian, fake signatures....and fake IVs....even now when i tell ppl of my college i know what they think...that is one of the most boring colleges in chennai....may be true....but i had fun in those 4 yrs...kinda fun i wouldnt have had being anywhere else... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-2580780862807524964?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2580780862807524964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=2580780862807524964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lots surpassed me during these few days in the past.. i mite never write out all that happened as it hurts to look back and think.. and may be when i look back the only sound i can hear resounding in my ears is... what did you gain..what did you lose...was it worth the pain.!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ya lots of time, its all jus blasé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;its easy to write out things artistically...make people believe whats written is true... but what you feel is what you live with...theres not much to think about...or else you will end up writing rubbish jus lik dis one on a cold december nite..  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;LIFE is too short....start living..before it betrays you..  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4399376447640109549</id><published>2007-10-23T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:16:19.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exodus...</title><content type='html'>Why do some people come into your lives when they are supposed to go away...Do we meet to part? Ya i know as they say people will come and go but life goes on...Life doesnt stop for anyone...but at times there are moments when you feel someone touched you deep inside and you mite not go on without them. There were times when you spent enduring experiences with them and there were times you shared your sorrows with them and cried on their shoulders....there were times when they made you laugh forgetting every other thing in the world and then there were times you felt nothing else in the world is above you... there are people who leave an imprint on your mind and soul and you just cant force them out of your thoughts....even when they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on...no one ever leaves to come back...the exodus never ends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-4399376447640109549?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4399376447640109549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=4399376447640109549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4399376447640109549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4399376447640109549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/10/exodus.html' title='The Exodus...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-6561537348475024089</id><published>2007-10-17T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:31:01.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Art...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;so many things seem filled with the intent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to be lost that their loss is no disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lose something every day.  Accept the fluster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then practice losing farther, losing faster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;places, and names, and where it was you meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to travel.  None of these will bring disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I lost my mother's watch.  And look! my last, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;next-to-last, of three loved houses went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I lost two cities, lovely ones.  And, vaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;the art of losing's not too hard to master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-6561537348475024089?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6561537348475024089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=6561537348475024089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6561537348475024089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/6561537348475024089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-art.html' title='One Art...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-5898896837367208408</id><published>2007-10-16T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T06:37:05.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Carry Your Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I carry your heart with me&lt;br /&gt;(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it&lt;br /&gt;(anywhere i go you go, my dear;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate&lt;br /&gt;(for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;I want no world&lt;br /&gt;(for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;And it's you are, whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;And whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root&lt;br /&gt;and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky&lt;br /&gt;of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart&lt;br /&gt;(I carry it in my heart)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-5898896837367208408?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5898896837367208408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=5898896837367208408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5898896837367208408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5898896837367208408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-carry-your-heart.html' title='I Carry Your Heart...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-5822781117211651320</id><published>2007-09-26T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T03:28:34.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Indian cricket is enjoying the best sunshine in decades...Whatever happened in South Africa was not cricket, it was Emotion. It was also not a happenstance...it was an effulgent outcome of a calculated, energetic and patriotic action tempered by pride. It was a demonstrations of youth power. There they were, eleven young men with only meager experience, wearing their blue uniforms with innate pride for the honour of playing for the nation. They threw caution to wind and took plunge headlong. They took on the world's best and the mightiest in the newest version of cricket-- Twenty20 -- and became world champions in a ravishing manner. The sweet taste of success is barefaced, but this one's flavour is beyond words. The whole nation is cognate on this feeling which none can capture in words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in many years, Indian cricket is enjoying a popular confidence of an unprecedented intensity. Though there were anxious remarks that India will not do very well in this inaugural Twenty20 World Cup, there were also larger numbers taht believed that India will make it to the top. By the time India thrashed the mighty Australia in the semi-finals, an overwhelming majority of fans had already gifted the Twenty20 World Cup to Mahendra Singh Dhoni and his young team. It was certainly not the best team in the tournament, atleast on paper. What made the difference was the team's self assertion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey now will never be easy, particularly under the weight of popular expectations. Teams pipped by India will come back with a sense of vengeance. That will make the game all the more interesting for the fans, but difficult for the team. The real test, thus, will come now. But Indians seem all cinched. Thats the gain...thats the spirit...&lt;strong&gt;Cheers team India!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-5822781117211651320?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5822781117211651320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=5822781117211651320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5822781117211651320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/5822781117211651320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine..'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-399337468164429703</id><published>2007-09-25T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:19:54.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114186000888207314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 20px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/Rvk9Elo3l9I/AAAAAAAAABc/tHk7KMve8cg/s400/moonlight-03.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have been chasing this space for so long tryin 2 write something close to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I espied a day in my life to be impeccable in every way plethoric and meager...and thats i guess wat most of d species are moonstruck with... a naive life that has wended its alley thru oodles of experineces sribbles down d memoir of a cruise...There was a time when the visible hem was the family you lived with, the friends you shared your school hours with and that was all that mattered. You slept a good nights sleep not really digging deep into the brass tacks of this real world. And then came a day when you had to part with the cosiness of your confines and brook the satire of life. You commited some howlers...and you learnt the chalk talk...you played different roles and felt the smack of each. You met some people who stirred you in their own ways…you made them a part of your lives as their ways crossed yours…may be influencing decisions… and one day they were also gone... and you start to tally what you are left with. Life has bizarre ways of teaching the dope..but you learn in any of the ways. The awe that comes with every new experience is barefaced...and still we learn...kissing off all the assortment of emotions. And all that matters is how happy you are at the end of it all. From the moment you become cognizant of the essence of yur existence...you fathom nothing really is enduring…things change, people change, locations change, relationships change, desires change, decisions change, emotions change, and even YOU change…that is what the essence of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…Everything that impinges you, changes…that’s the satire of life…the only thing that’s amaranthine is change itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I ironed out a way of life for myself…I fancied a morrow, but seldom does everything rely on you alone…the strings attached to every bliss jade you by the time it comes out of the labyrinth…you start finding joy in something but you know that’s not gonna be till doomsday…but that’s the way to live…somethings bequested to you and you keep saying that its not gonna last forever so I better not enjoy it now…Live the life lavished on you in its satiety. The chattels showered on you must get their share of time with you…and that’s how life becomes fulfilled… you assay and relish everything tendered and that is the staff of life.. Don’t make an endeavor to box happiness in a cocoon…it has to fly and spread its aura. Let it go free and you gather the driblets that fall on you. Don’t try to put time in a capsule…it will wait for none…but the time bestowed to you..none can seize it from you until you let it go…Let every trice pass by after all that it holds has been educed by you. The destiny of anything has not been revealed to the human race ever since its genesis…all we know is that change will be coeval till the apocalypse…hic et nunc is what is yours today…Enjoy the moment…Lose yourself…Do not give a chance to Regret…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEIZE THE DAY…CARPE DIEM…&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/5079740677851472857-399337468164429703?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/399337468164429703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=399337468164429703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/399337468164429703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/399337468164429703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/09/carpe-diem_25.html' title='Carpe Diem...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/Rvk9Elo3l9I/AAAAAAAAABc/tHk7KMve8cg/s72-c/moonlight-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-7213780916731562570</id><published>2007-09-23T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:03:00.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Razzmatazz of the Indian Idol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RvgI_lo3l7I/AAAAAAAAABI/5N83WgXszNg/s1600-h/indian+idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113847265407506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RvgI_lo3l7I/AAAAAAAAABI/5N83WgXszNg/s400/indian+idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The journey of the Indian Idol started 3 years back when a theme inspired by a reality show in the US became a mania in every household in India. Twas a new theme a rather experimental theme for the Indian crowd and no one would have prophesied that it will one day become the biggest reality show on the Indian grounds. It was such a frenzy that it captivated every being...young and old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The first Idol, Abhijeet Sawant...an unforgettable one, got mixed riposte from the flock..I was myself not very satisfied with the denouement as i had a little soft spot for Amit Sana...he being from my hometown but lately after the album release of Abhijeet, really felt this guy had content. A couple of songs from his latest album "JUNOON" are my fave these days..amazing work! The second Idol, Sandeep Acharya...cute smilin' face was easily forgotten...not much ballyhoo this time i guess...people were no more charmed by the theme...cuz almost every channel in this one year time span had dumped enough talent hunts and other reality shows...alas Indian Idol 2 had lost its appeal...and was being counted as mere just another reality show in a rabble...the arch of all reality shows had lost its eclat..But it looked like a different story for the Indian Idol season 3...A record-breaker in terms of voting...with almost 7 Crore votes received...a record-breaker in terms of the winner...Prashant Tamang, who learnt music from hearing...never had any professional training in music and competed with the voices that had been trained over years...That was a good attempt on his part but to be candid...I really dint find anything so gala in him which would have put him on a higher ground than Amit Paul, the runner-up. It came as a surprise for many when the Darjeeling based lad stole the show vanquishing the down to earth, ever smiling, and extremely talented Amit. I still wonder how the whole nation can be so wrong in judging...or may be am wondering on what grounds do the masses actually vote!!?? Is it the voice, is it the singing style, is it the looks, is it smartness, the personality of the person, the location...or what on earth do they see in the singer to vote for him!!?? I still cant say how pertinent it is to judge the Indian Idol thru voting by common people, majority of whom might not have good understanding of music!? But may be it wont be justified to place the onus of choosing the Indian Idol on four judges as well. The long 8 months journey of the Idol witnesses a lot of emotional ups and downs, sees a lot of talents exiting the stage early not because they dint have a better voice than the rest but because of the lack of votes that they were able to bring into their lots..I am stil wondering if selecting the Indian Idol is just about getting the best voice in India!! You go to every nook of the country to get the voice you are searching for, thats absolutely justified...but how much justice are you doing to them after bringing them here on centre stage and evicting them to be chosen or rejected on the basis of the number of votes rather than on their real talent of singing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I dont know if its wrong or right...justified or not...All that can be said is that popularity of the Idol matters...left alone the prize moneyand other perks...all that matters is that people of the whole nation have chosen you...oughtta do justice to the trust levied on you...After all the Indian Idol is truly the People's Idol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-7213780916731562570?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7213780916731562570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=7213780916731562570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/7213780916731562570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/7213780916731562570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/09/razzmatazz-of-indian-idol.html' title='The Razzmatazz of the Indian Idol...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RvgI_lo3l7I/AAAAAAAAABI/5N83WgXszNg/s72-c/indian+idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-8297868863791198384</id><published>2007-09-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T05:15:42.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jaunt Back Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RveqRFo3l4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/imqZYYFeE04/s1600-h/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113743112450578306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RveqRFo3l4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/imqZYYFeE04/s400/journey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A journey that tallied to a curveball 2 me.. never really thought will be sad at leaving this place..though its not forever that i'll be gone..jus a fortnight.. My departure this time started with a goulash of outlandish things.. happy and sad..things i hadnt really anticipated. As usual i dint really have a reason for goin' home..may be jus a break from the routine office life. Lotsa things have changed since the last time i was home..and may be so comes the package of surprises this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Enjoy The Moment"&lt;/strong&gt; as someone said to me once..i guess these three words have become a way of life for me these days...and thats the way to live i feel, jus being happy, enjoying every moment. Isnt this what all of us are living for!?? Lead a happy life...the nub of all the elbow grease in this real world!! Long journeys always give me time enough to canvass my own life..the long journey taht i have wended...the people i met, the magical moments i enjoyed, the tart smack of De facto, the times i laughed, the times i cried..and things that make me feel my journey till now worth a LIFE at that.. :) Now i know life is not worth jus to think...its rather to LIVE...&lt;br /&gt;All night i've been listening 2 music close 2 my heart..pondering my way ahead, the view from my window would have lured any lucid being, the half crossed moonlight makin the verdure glisten in myriad shades of black, grey and white..twas a state of ebriety with the raindrops gliding unremittingly on the laminated window along my seat..those far away lights takin me on a nostalgic voyage thru some of the most memorable moments of my life...oh how much i wish i could turn back time.. but is that what i am here for!? Am here...waitin agilely to eke out every iota of bliss that each moment encapsulates. Havent travelled thru this route before and it offers new things to explore and experience...true with our life journey as well...take new turns, take new routes, give chances for new experiences and there you are...doin wat yu want...enjoyin every moment.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the theory of the predestined destination...so wen the omega has already been set for you...its in your hands how you wanna reach it...toilin' and cribbin'...or smilin' and enjoyin' every moment....Journeys always come to and end...so will this one soon...and am happy am gonna remember this one as an inerasable one...enjoyin everything that it offered me...&lt;strong&gt;Whats Meant To Be...Will Be...Enjoy The Moment.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5079740677851472857-8297868863791198384?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better lose yourself in the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You own it, you better never let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-7351880612886891044?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-1446701597716283554</id><published>2007-08-17T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:11:49.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitni Baatein...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RvlBF1o3l-I/AAAAAAAAABk/F_8PS1kzqbE/s1600-h/FC1372~Memory-Lane-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitni baatein yaad aati hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tasveerein si ban jaati hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main kaise inhein bhooloon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dil ko kya samjhaaun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitni baatein kehne ki hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honton par jo sehmi si hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ik roz inhein sun lo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyun aise gum-sum ho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dekhe mudke ye dil ka kaarvaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaise aayi hai aisi dooriyaan...&lt;/em&gt;&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/5079740677851472857-1446701597716283554?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1446701597716283554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=1446701597716283554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1446701597716283554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aane wale pal se kaha....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu muskura..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo tere haathon mein nahi hai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un baaton se hai tu kyun khafa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ek pal ki har khushi hai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zindagi hai isi pal ki daastaan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na is pal ka...Na kal ka pata...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na koi shikwa...Na ab hai Gila..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tere dumm se...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;main har ghum se....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hans ke mila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-3230705106202428969?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;kohra bhi kal tha chaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;itne ujale ho gaye achanak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;apna bhi dikhta na saaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-1714733238272591081?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1714733238272591081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=1714733238272591081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1714733238272591081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1714733238272591081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/07/mera-saahil.html' title='Mera Saahil...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-4122773523803855075</id><published>2007-06-15T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:33:33.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu bin bataye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mujhe le chal kahin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jahaan hain teri baahein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mera saahil vahin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jise tu gungunaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meri dhun hai vahi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu bin bataye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mujhe le chal kahin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-4122773523803855075?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4122773523803855075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=4122773523803855075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4122773523803855075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/4122773523803855075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/06/tu.html' title='Tu...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-9041655225262789175</id><published>2007-06-11T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T07:51:02.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The most mellifluous of all created things for me...&lt;br /&gt;your mere presence makes the irk in me to assuage..&lt;br /&gt;your touch enrobes me with the shyness of muliebrity..i wanna lose myself going frail under the vigour of you..when i am with you, i savor an aura of aegis under your mantle..&lt;br /&gt;All my deceptive accoutre and feign efface out before you..my veracious self is dauntless to pomp before you..&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself for you with so much ease..my seity blends so effortlessly in your likeness, to find the marvel called us..&lt;br /&gt;For all the love that i wanna give to you..all your flaws and smirch raze out to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you is so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;Each new dawn...i wake up to find more moments with you..&lt;br /&gt;In your own way you have shown me the true Myself..&lt;br /&gt;I spend every trice engrossed in you..deeming nothing else matters..&lt;br /&gt;Your ubiquity in me is the Elysium in this mundane life..&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/5079740677851472857-9041655225262789175?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/9041655225262789175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=9041655225262789175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/9041655225262789175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/9041655225262789175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/06/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-3805846505943291552</id><published>2007-06-06T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T04:05:43.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaadein...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yaadein...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bhulane se yaad aati hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;kuch aisi baatein hain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jo milke bhool jaate hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ye unki baatein hain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gham ye nahi hai ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;raha nahi wo pyar wahi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gham hai tho bas yahi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tum wo nahi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yaadein..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ab tho bas yaadein hain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;bholi si yaadein...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tumhari yaadein hain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-3805846505943291552?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3805846505943291552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=3805846505943291552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/3805846505943291552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/3805846505943291552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/06/yaadein.html' title='Yaadein...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-8433084303549705083</id><published>2007-04-19T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:15:38.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May be Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hi People....&lt;br /&gt;Its long since i wrote anything...actually its long since i took time to feel anything...&lt;br /&gt;what follows here is not something that i have written...but may be something in the following lines touched me....hope many of yu will agree wid me wen yu read this....&lt;br /&gt;Life........teaches us a lot of things everyday, every moment...i know it does to everyone....thru some incidents...or may be thru some ppl in our life...it does...and at the end of it...all that matters is that how someone can make a difference in your life even if yu meet them for jus a short while....&lt;br /&gt;Do read and post yur comments... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Now, I don’ wana lose you…&lt;br /&gt;but I don’ wanna use you…jus to have somebody by my side…&lt;br /&gt;And I don’ wanna hate you…&lt;br /&gt;I don’ wanna take you…but I don’ wanna be the one to cry…&lt;br /&gt;And that don’ really matter&lt;br /&gt;to anyone anymore….&lt;br /&gt;but like a fool I keep losing my place…&lt;br /&gt;and I keep seeing you up thru that door…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Theres a danger in loving somebody too much&lt;br /&gt;and its sad when you know&lt;br /&gt;its your heart you cant trust…&lt;br /&gt;Theres a reason&lt;br /&gt;why people don’t stay where they are…&lt;br /&gt;May be sometimes Love jus ain’t enough…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I cud never change you…&lt;br /&gt;but I don’ wanna blame you&lt;br /&gt;baby you don’ have to take the fall…&lt;br /&gt;Yes I may have hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;but I did not desert you…&lt;br /&gt;may be I jus wanna have it all…&lt;br /&gt;It makes it sound like thunder…&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel like a wave..&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool who will never see the truth&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking somethings gonna change…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Theres a danger in loving somebody too much…&lt;br /&gt;and its sad when you know&lt;br /&gt;its your heart they can touch…&lt;br /&gt;Theres a reason&lt;br /&gt;why people don’ stay who they are..&lt;br /&gt;May be sometimes Love jus’ ain’t enough… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&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/5079740677851472857-8433084303549705083?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8433084303549705083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=8433084303549705083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8433084303549705083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/8433084303549705083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/04/may-be-sometimes.html' title='May be Sometimes...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079740677851472857.post-1295597020043524862</id><published>2007-04-18T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:58:28.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RnJF969JawI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yVAJ-ritxxw/s1600-h/autumn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076196660100033282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RnJF969JawI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yVAJ-ritxxw/s320/autumn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;at do I say I am…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I define myself with the things that matter to me the most..&lt;br /&gt;Or do I define myself with the ways I matter to others the most!!??&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer…&lt;br /&gt;I fantasize of a flawless Chimera…&lt;br /&gt;May be what I dream mite come true someday…&lt;br /&gt;but I don’ live alone in my dreams…&lt;br /&gt;there are people and things….and everything has its part in this real world too…&lt;br /&gt;“Paradise” is what I indulge myself into in my dreamland…&lt;br /&gt;and this real world…which teaches me bitter new things every passing day….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;urges me farther from it every moment…&lt;br /&gt;Love is all I have in my paradise…&lt;br /&gt;Love to give out…&lt;br /&gt;Love to share…&lt;br /&gt;Love that’s pure and not demanding….&lt;br /&gt;and not bound or attached with any strings…&lt;br /&gt;Love is what rules my Chimera….and so it stays SO I guess…&lt;br /&gt;I am a child whose brought to the asperity of this world&lt;br /&gt;with every strike of satire…&lt;br /&gt;from some whom I had made my universe…cuz I imagined everything was as chaste as me…&lt;br /&gt;I’m a naïve leaf…&lt;br /&gt;which is muzzled in myriad ways….by all its trusses…&lt;br /&gt;ignoring its throe for existence…&lt;br /&gt;But I know above all…&lt;br /&gt;I’m a mystic creation of Almighty…&lt;br /&gt;an endowment sent from above…&lt;br /&gt;to fulfill HIS special purpose..&lt;br /&gt;to pervade “My Real Own”&lt;br /&gt;to satiate eternity…&lt;br /&gt;in this real world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079740677851472857-1295597020043524862?l=sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1295597020043524862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079740677851472857&amp;postID=1295597020043524862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1295597020043524862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079740677851472857/posts/default/1295597020043524862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-miracle.blogspot.com/2007/04/me.html' title='Me...'/><author><name>Miracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653671567774597998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h5Ajgh_nq9c/RnJF969JawI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yVAJ-ritxxw/s72-c/autumn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
