<?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-2772445559600298127</id><updated>2011-07-04T22:05:49.473+05:30</updated><category term='women'/><category term='Hate'/><category term='Photograghy'/><category term='Traffic'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Fun to read'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Indira Ghandhi'/><category term='humour'/><category term='Colombo'/><category term='communication'/><category term='Change'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='journey'/><category term='3G'/><category term='2G'/><category term='Sky'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Roads'/><category term='Friday.Christmas'/><category term='Mosquitoes'/><category term='NIKON N70'/><category term='Jawaharlal Nehru'/><category term='Flowers we see'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Mobile phone'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Gender'/><category term='men'/><category term='3.5G'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='GPRS'/><title type='text'>ME thinks</title><subtitle type='html'>Read you will understand...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4046442791793893740</id><published>2009-02-05T15:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:55:58.439+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changed my blog publishing tool to wordpress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So catch ME Thinks&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;a href="http://www.rannelee.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.rannelee.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4046442791793893740?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4046442791793893740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4046442791793893740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4046442791793893740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4046442791793893740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/02/changed.html' title='Changed'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-6487470833405925018</id><published>2009-02-04T11:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:59:30.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>See the Sea</title><content type='html'>I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; I say, a fan of the sea. Not just the beach but the big blue ocean. The salty hard water does make you burn easily in the sun, yet I just loved the feeling. Only once may be, that I have ever got on a boat, and went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; the deep sea where I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; not see the shore(almost). Few of them whom I went with just jumped in to the great big water and swam a bit, near the boat. I being the coward I used to be, did not take that chance but had myself tightly wrapped, being afraid pf falling into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;And now thinking back my tracks I do regret that I didn't really take that risk but looking forward to get my self wet in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Paleontologists states that the life has started from the sea. And over the zillion years passed we found land, got boundaries, got named. fought for clan, rebel for race and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slaughter&lt;/span&gt; each other.&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami, melting ice at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Antarctica&lt;/span&gt; might stop few of us and remind us that we may actually do something  for the human survival. But will we actually have the capacity to change any one? or anything? or should I just forget all this and mind my own small world, face my own trouble and not think about the future at all?&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is big but still the hard land has build &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; trying to rule the sea. And some of us just dieing here to dip in the sea for our pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-6487470833405925018?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/6487470833405925018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=6487470833405925018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6487470833405925018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6487470833405925018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-sea.html' title='See the Sea'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1746723913278591798</id><published>2009-02-03T16:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:49:09.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Cheesy poem for you</title><content type='html'>I sound cheesy&lt;br /&gt;I sound sly&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;you will feel safe and calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt; me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;see what I am trying to say&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry a bit&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets run away&lt;br /&gt;build our own castle&lt;br /&gt;Lets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt; that sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I love you and like Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just read a blog post on &lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/getback/85898/the-cheesiest-love-songs-ever"&gt;cheesy songs &lt;/a&gt;felt like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; my own.. But I beleive its okay to be cheesy once in a while when you are in love.. this is for all the lovers out there.. and also to those of us, the heartbroken ones too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1746723913278591798?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1746723913278591798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1746723913278591798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1746723913278591798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1746723913278591798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cheesy-poem-for-you.html' title='My Cheesy poem for you'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-2164943627757780694</id><published>2009-02-02T19:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:19:22.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I too old to Dance?</title><content type='html'>Got this clip from a friend of mine. She just proved that age is not a barrier to do ya thing. Not that i can dance like her. Well may be I have few crazy moves :)&lt;br /&gt;But still I am not going to worry about growing old and getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wrinkles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I can always be the bell of the ball once I know those steps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8932773348bc701c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8932773348bc701c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330311868%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D789C1321F7F3C6D6ACF46FE07FDC8F963452FE3C.59BA8DB583B3F6D69476E29FB63173AA90FA44A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8932773348bc701c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfF6gGx3ojQ0HlXkiNQMc68wyoYg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8932773348bc701c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330311868%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D789C1321F7F3C6D6ACF46FE07FDC8F963452FE3C.59BA8DB583B3F6D69476E29FB63173AA90FA44A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8932773348bc701c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfF6gGx3ojQ0HlXkiNQMc68wyoYg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-2164943627757780694?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8932773348bc701c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/2164943627757780694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=2164943627757780694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2164943627757780694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2164943627757780694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-too-old-to-dance.html' title='Am I too old to Dance?'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-320506413816059073</id><published>2009-01-31T17:36:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:30:46.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypto and What I think</title><content type='html'>Simple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDF54JEaI/AAAAAAAAASE/Vikla22gMPs/s1600-h/apocalypto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432830409249186" style="WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDF54JEaI/AAAAAAAAASE/Vikla22gMPs/s320/apocalypto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a great movie. Hats of to Mel Gibson. I have not read any reviews of this movie and nor i have heard many talk about it. Distance memory reminds me that one of my movie lover friends actually recommended this as a star rated movie. Well thanks to Star movies i had the chance to actually watch the masterpiece. Each second passed i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drowned&lt;/span&gt; by the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apacalypto&lt;/span&gt; actually talks about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;modern&lt;/span&gt; society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; beings living in a tiny planet, so brutally kill one another, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDF1KEPiI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZSSgAPoy250/s1600-h/apocalypto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432829142253090" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDF1KEPiI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZSSgAPoy250/s320/apocalypto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;allow slavery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; the civilized society &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDFyvcQrI/AAAAAAAAASU/xpuHO4Dne3g/s1600-h/apocalypto12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432828493710002" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDFyvcQrI/AAAAAAAAASU/xpuHO4Dne3g/s320/apocalypto12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRGNGinxuI/AAAAAAAAASk/YZubl8M5TRo/s1600-h/15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297436252602615522" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRGNGinxuI/AAAAAAAAASk/YZubl8M5TRo/s320/15_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope for your survival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRLQ3JQkxI/AAAAAAAAASs/-LsCk2Z18bM/s1600-h/apocalyptoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297441814747321106" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRLQ3JQkxI/AAAAAAAAASs/-LsCk2Z18bM/s320/apocalyptoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the better yet how much love keeps your strength and energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDGJYalxI/AAAAAAAAASc/4VLYifO15tw/s1600-h/apocalypto_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432834571147026" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDGJYalxI/AAAAAAAAASc/4VLYifO15tw/s320/apocalypto_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the type of movie which you would not watch again, because by watching once you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; the feeling forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love it I love it !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-320506413816059073?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/320506413816059073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=320506413816059073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/320506413816059073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/320506413816059073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/apocalypto-and-what-i-think.html' title='Apocalypto and What I think'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SYRDF54JEaI/AAAAAAAAASE/Vikla22gMPs/s72-c/apocalypto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4753176887501024098</id><published>2009-01-30T22:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:01:24.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A world without forms to fill</title><content type='html'>I really hate filling up forms, online, offline and specially those stack of papers you get to fill as applications to a university, institute, company and so on.&lt;br /&gt;they all start with your name, address date of birth, marital status,sex(ahem gender) and the best part is, the purpose of applying (may differ as per your requirement). Then again I can not really blame it. There are so many of us living and we need many details to distinguish one another. (So remarkable how the world creator separates us by simple details)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I got so annoyed recently due to the fact that i have to fill a whole set of new forms because i happen to change into a different branch of a well established bank of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I was a customer of theirs for quite a few years and don't they have a record of mine. And why should i start all over again as a new account holder? Well being very optimistic of every peril i get into i finally came to a agreement with myself that I am not a VIP and till I become one to shut up and fill the form.&lt;br /&gt;And again today I happen to fill another, i might add "an extra ordinary" form. In here other than my signature I actually had to keep my thumb print. Well not to worry I didn't kill any one and it was not a police form. An old method that still works to identify the uniqueness of one another. But still I had to fill that form and I just hated it.&lt;br /&gt;I think(s) that there should be a centralized place where all our data is stored. From birth details to medical history and favourite hobby to most watched TV channel. From there with a secured access code (or what ever) necessary parties can get our details to verify our existence. Ah this is hard at the initial stage but if some one care do that I will be free from filling forms :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4753176887501024098?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4753176887501024098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4753176887501024098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4753176887501024098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4753176887501024098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-without-forms-to-fill.html' title='A world without forms to fill'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4537485236530613298</id><published>2009-01-30T16:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:08:12.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I stuborn cuz I have a mind of my own?</title><content type='html'>I was known to be the most stubborn one in my family and my friends have crowned me as "Miss Stubbornness" many a time. And then again some have build up their trust on me so much that they would even leave their child(or boyfriends,girlfriends. siblings) under my supervision, believing in perhaps my stubbornness which would help me to come in to my sensibility rather quickly in a given situation. Some past incidents have helped them to come in to that conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are two kinds of people, the world around me (which includes you) and ME, right in the centre "Me". Me who write this blog letting out my feelings and my version of the world around me. Must stress again that I am in the middle, in the middle being trampled, loved cared and hated by all the "yous" out there. And I with a mind of my own interpret certain situations and might embrace or repel from that. So in the process people around me will feel that I am actually very stubborn, I am so stubborn that I might have disregard your dignity and and acted MY OWN. well you nor I can actually help it, I will be stubborn because I have a mind of my own which like to think act and perhaps fall down and to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I am still learning to live this life. If some one always tells me how to do everything right and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt; if none of you around how will I survive? So let me do things my way and let me be responsible for my own actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love responsibility...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4537485236530613298?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4537485236530613298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4537485236530613298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4537485236530613298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4537485236530613298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-stuborn-cuz-i-have-mind-of-my-own.html' title='Am I stuborn cuz I have a mind of my own?'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4033630326782256838</id><published>2009-01-27T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:49:09.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Your child</title><content type='html'>I am your child, looking up at you&lt;br /&gt;With my heart in sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I do not know how to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I am your child can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;I brought the stars for you&lt;br /&gt;Laid on the table and asked you to look&lt;br /&gt;“That’s not what I want”&lt;br /&gt;So I cried and asked you to help me&lt;br /&gt;I am you child can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;Painted the world for you&lt;br /&gt;Using colors of the world&lt;br /&gt;You looked you laughed&lt;br /&gt;Said I am so “childish”&lt;br /&gt;But I am your child can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;Made castle with dream and hope&lt;br /&gt;Painted it with red&lt;br /&gt;To show my love&lt;br /&gt;You stepped on it&lt;br /&gt;And now I am too weak to do anything&lt;br /&gt;I am your child&lt;br /&gt;Who needed to be loved by you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4033630326782256838?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4033630326782256838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4033630326782256838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4033630326782256838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4033630326782256838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-child.html' title='Your child'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-6647019787994992752</id><published>2009-01-26T17:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:43:08.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Small world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;, the girl who sat next to me in my transport is a very good friend of mine. Whom I had being sharing lot of gossip, poems and many many more via emails. Well She is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; of mine in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fakebook&lt;/span&gt; (why I call that, is another story) and I have seen her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt;, but me being the person who never remembers some ones face could not recognized until she pointed me out. For a month we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; in the same transport but never got a chance to talk. Well how small the world we live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And day I had to answer the door at my work place and this guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;entered&lt;/span&gt; asking for my boss. To see he was my long-time-no see friend. Whom I have sat for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AL's&lt;/span&gt;. Wow that was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; of mine who had seen a cousin of her, was about to call on his mobile was stopped by her other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; who was sitting next to her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; her cousin was the boss of her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for now only three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;scenarios&lt;/span&gt; that is coming in to my mind. Had a office out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; and my whole body+head is paining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best medicine for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia???? oh yeah !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-6647019787994992752?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/6647019787994992752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=6647019787994992752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6647019787994992752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6647019787994992752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/small-world.html' title='Small world'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1506934411375079183</id><published>2009-01-24T01:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:51:27.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosquitoes'/><title type='text'>Mosquitoes that most-kill-toes…</title><content type='html'>Well not only the toes but most of your body. Especially the shoulders. Yessss the shoulders. Well each night I wrap myself from head to toe and go to sleep just so I can escape from this mos-attack, but then Sri Lanka being a hot country I have to come out of that protection and face my night-time enemies. Well one might suggest using a mosquito net. But that is a big NO NO to me. Then the mosquito coil or the mat.. ahh they just give me headaches. Once this person suggested applying “Siddalepa” to you body and notice how the mosquitoes run away from you. Well the idea was not that bad, the only problem was that I wanted to runaway from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still when, you having the best dream, they just had to stop by near your ear and sing  their hearts out. I mean com’on don’t they know that it can be so deadly. They are playing a life and death game there. I mean I am a deadly weapon when I wave my arms around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that they do really bother me at my sleep, I just wanted to find out few things about this insects, rather annoying pain in the neck(shoulder) insects.Mosquitoes are coming from a  family called  Culicidae. And do you know that the word is that &lt;a href="http://www.howstuffworks.com/mosquito.htm"&gt;mosquitoes have being around over 30 million years old&lt;/a&gt;  But all throughout they happen to do the same thing.. bite the hell out of us. Feed on our blood and give us sleepless nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you recall In Jurassic Park, they created dinosaurs with gens inside a mosquito who happened to be fed on a dinosaur’s blood and blah blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;They travel 1/2Km per hour and go up to 10 km during night time.  And at a stretch they fly to 1-4 hours. Wow I can’t even sit in one place for that long. May be they do that so they can have a different dish for a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find this rather amusing and ironic, the real predator (harsh word? No I do not think so) is the female mosquito that sucks the blood so we rank them as the most deadly.&lt;br /&gt;They rest in cool places and wait till the evening to hunt us down. When it comes to cool places they can even lay eggs in watery surfaces, and sometime the eggs survive though the place is dried up for a certain period. Well if we think about this more, we ourselves make the biggest mistake, by allowing the mosquitoes to breed in places like this.&lt;br /&gt;So let us all join hands and keep our environment clean and tidy so I CAN HAVE A GOOD NIGHT SLEEP hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1506934411375079183?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1506934411375079183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1506934411375079183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1506934411375079183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1506934411375079183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/mosquitoes-that-most-kill-toes.html' title='Mosquitoes that most-kill-toes…'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-7165231913922759283</id><published>2009-01-22T20:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:36:10.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>go on and on and we talk</title><content type='html'>Have you ever stopped for a while and tried to figure what we were being talking at any given time. Well at least whether. at least we stick to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of talking happen when you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; with bunch of friends colleagues and any other combination. Today our initial topic was "politics" ah the very subject that i would avoid but heat up in certain circumstances. Then Mr. Obama dominated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; and came to different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt; of religions. Then talked about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hymns&lt;/span&gt; and what their meanings are, which ended up analyzing the lyrics of certain songs that can be heard in radio. Then the gossip.. yeah the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; gossip (guess we know more about Barrymore than she does). Last but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;least the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; TV programs we watch was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah I love talking about politics now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it leads to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey that was not the end.. but some of the stuff are not for you to know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-7165231913922759283?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/7165231913922759283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=7165231913922759283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7165231913922759283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7165231913922759283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-on-and-on-and-we-talk.html' title='go on and on and we talk'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-6686915639981255141</id><published>2009-01-21T17:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:19:23.749+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roads'/><title type='text'>To office or the bull</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to office, to notice that there was a bull, seated with both two front legs were bleeding, obviously met with an accident in the morning. The creature was looking sad and hurt and a pail of water was next to him. Which it did not indicate in any way that it would have helped the creature at all. Lot of blood was on its body, and perhaps it was unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;Well as all we being human with emotions running free, my colleagues who were in the office transport was giving their own assumption of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“some driver must have hit the poor thing…idiot does not even no how to driver..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“these type of idiots should be punished…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wonder who gave the license (driver’s) to them…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Must have happened in the morning… so then he ran away… selfish man…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ah did you notice the way a man was standing few feet away from the incident?...I think it’s he who have done it… did you notice the sly smile…IDIOT”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well me being the observer was really amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         How much we human pity the bull who was hurt?&lt;br /&gt;·         How some of us eat the flesh of it if the given incident is different?&lt;br /&gt;·         And how we assumed that a motor vehicle did made this creature to get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;·         How we tend to curse at people who we have not seen or heard of?&lt;br /&gt;·         And how much you get blamed for just standing there at a point of an incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then let talk about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not really in a hurry to work (I am one of the early comers :) ) yet I did not stop by and even tried to help the creature. But now I am blaming someone for criticizing the incident. And secondly lets say that I really got down and tried to help, what am I suppose to do? Who will I try to contact? And given the chance the owner of the bull was there? Will he welcome my help or will he feel hostile? Because he might feel that I am trying to own his bull. (its human nature not to trust another human, when it comes to your belongings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is there was a problem, I wanted to help but I did not. Just passed it and came back to my world of comforts. Am I human or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-6686915639981255141?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/6686915639981255141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=6686915639981255141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6686915639981255141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6686915639981255141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-office-or-bull.html' title='To office or the bull'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-7614287357030731825</id><published>2009-01-20T18:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:49:09.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Falling for you..</title><content type='html'>To fall for you,&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard not to&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am weak&lt;br /&gt;Standing next you&lt;br /&gt;Listening to your breath and soul&lt;br /&gt;Showing me the beauty of life&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to smile with you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see I am not doing so good?&lt;br /&gt;I am falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Alas, you are my best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-7614287357030731825?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/7614287357030731825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=7614287357030731825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7614287357030731825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7614287357030731825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/falling-for-you.html' title='Falling for you..'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-192645938449613776</id><published>2009-01-17T18:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:06:54.382+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Certain things are captured only as memories.. for a life time</title><content type='html'>As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;human beings&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; things we are capable of having, are memories. Happy sad and even memories of rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; things. A Normal incident might be easy to forget. However the happy moment, even sad moments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;residues&lt;/span&gt; some where in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Also there are certain times that we see such magnificent structures of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Creator&lt;/span&gt; of the world. Yes I am j&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; about the sky and can not really take my mind and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;appreciating&lt;/span&gt; its wonderful colours and the art. Today i saw one such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;. I took my camera out tried to captured moment. The sun was blazing its glory, white clouds were swirling around. And a dark cloud just came and closed the sun forming the bright glowing silver line. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;when finally&lt;/span&gt; my camera switched it self that moment was over. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me how i missed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt; yet how i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; the details of it.&lt;br /&gt;This made me think. The junctions of my life that I do not have photos or any tangible things to tell another person this really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;, yet memories... I have the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Memories which I would like to share. Yet no one will really understand the true emotions that i have linked with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Dumbledore please teach me how to extract my memories and bottle them so I can share them with others!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my memories... good and bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-192645938449613776?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/192645938449613776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=192645938449613776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/192645938449613776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/192645938449613776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/certain-things-are-captured-only-as.html' title='Certain things are captured only as memories.. for a life time'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1974806590624476345</id><published>2009-01-14T13:21:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:02:50.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sounds familiar? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; yeah thought so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "W&lt;a href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/web/whoseline/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ho's&lt;/span&gt; line is it anyway?" &lt;/a&gt;hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004804/"&gt;Drew Carey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comedians&lt;/span&gt; (really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0830198/"&gt;Ryan Stiles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0595110/"&gt;Colin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mochrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0103750/"&gt;Wayne Brady&lt;/a&gt; and few more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comedy&lt;/span&gt; actors playing the game-show. The jokes are so real and classy. Well currently I am really addicted to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day these funny(I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;genuinely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;) guys enacted the 90's old school. It was pretty simple and really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; up how much we think certain phrases we used when we were schooling, certain rituals we thought were cool and happening back then are really not that cool any more. Well the scene was three "happening dudes" meet up, and they discuss the cool things they did. Well it was not really discussing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; no one was saying any activity but say to each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"man i so did wanna do that "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN"" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; yeah yeah I once did so and made it so real "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt; may not be exactly the same.but I got to emphasise that all did actually say to each other was "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN" and non of them knew what they really mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching this it just reminded me of my school days. well not long ago I actually went to have education, to a school where all types of girls were having the same education. Well some of us did good and some of us get to face the bad side of life. Yet once in a while it reminds us how much freedom happiness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; we had those days. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to take part in every single thing. Every sport, drama, societies and many many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow I really had a busy life. I still remember that we had to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shakespearean&lt;/span&gt; drama one day. Well I guess I was tall and dark i got to be the Romeo (oh yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what we chose to act &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; old school) and some where in the show I had to do this sword duel. Well my acting is so outstandingly bad my friend who was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt; had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; hold the sword and stick it herself. All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I kept on missing the target. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then chores. One of my favorites. I use to sing in two three of them. what a feeling we get. All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; singing one tune(off beat) and more than anything I participated them simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I get to skip classes. Matter of fact the number of classes I actually attended for chemistry was less than 20. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a chatter box. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt; have a lot to talk. And I was marked for this ability. Well I am proud to say this but I still have that ability popping here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the most perfect time is right after exams. We get to roam around the school. No classes and no restrictions till the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt;. Happy smiles every where singing dancing and playing games. Wow I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Cherise&lt;/span&gt; those memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I love and respect my school still  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SW2tWyLnSwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5yOEVIC_YAg/s1600-h/respect-the-old-school-opos11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291075744169413378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SW2tWyLnSwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5yOEVIC_YAg/s320/respect-the-old-school-opos11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1974806590624476345?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1974806590624476345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1974806590624476345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1974806590624476345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1974806590624476345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-school.html' title='Old school'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SW2tWyLnSwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5yOEVIC_YAg/s72-c/respect-the-old-school-opos11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-5643703358216503982</id><published>2009-01-13T22:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:55:34.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>If only I can just break free from this and say act feel what I really wanted, things would  be so different and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I am human i just have feelings that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contradict&lt;/span&gt; my own feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn so hard being human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even harder being honest to yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-5643703358216503982?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/5643703358216503982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=5643703358216503982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/5643703358216503982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/5643703358216503982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4168385188500164746</id><published>2009-01-13T19:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:31:41.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts on my way home..</title><content type='html'>Actually it’s not so random... Matter of fact it’s the only thought that I have each day. Yes how beautiful it is. So much colours and glamour spread all over, sharing the beauty and peacefulness to us, who are (may be job-less) to watch with the eyes wide open and mouths unclosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking at it I feel as if I am in heaven. By saying that I am not being poetic but it’s simply the feeling I get. Eye soothing colours. Blue, indigo, purple, yellow, pink white orange and many many colours. The view is simply breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see it I feel so lucky that I was born as a human and am able to appreciate its true beauty. Even though my route from office to home is, screeching cars, smoking lorries, three wheelers motor cycles, tired human beings, I just avoid resting my eyes on them. I just look up and notice the heavenly bravura SKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am just thankful to the creator of this world for giving such a extra ordinarily beautiful site to mu eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWysDSQiSgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5uHh7qYyEqY/s1600-h/RNG261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290792834694269442" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWysDSQiSgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5uHh7qYyEqY/s200/RNG261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my camera didn't do the justice here... But still its so beautiful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4168385188500164746?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4168385188500164746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4168385188500164746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4168385188500164746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4168385188500164746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts-on-my-way-home.html' title='Random thoughts on my way home..'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWysDSQiSgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5uHh7qYyEqY/s72-c/RNG261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-2657433123401694243</id><published>2009-01-12T17:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:49:09.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When stars are shining moon is smiling I sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When its dark and another world is bright I sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At rain, at mist summer winter hot and drought I sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When they laugh with happiness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When they scream of pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you found your soul, or gave it to the devil&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do not wake me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Egoism and coward-ness to face you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are my sleeping tablets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-2657433123401694243?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/2657433123401694243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=2657433123401694243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2657433123401694243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2657433123401694243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-sleep.html' title='I sleep..'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1871940223816678456</id><published>2009-01-08T17:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:24:13.295+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Means of transport – Motor Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I always wanted to own a CBR or Harley Davidson. Not that I know how to ride it but I thought it was kinda looks cool. Yet the funny part is apart from the fact that I do not know how to ride a motor cycle, all throughout my life I have never even gone in a motor cycle. I mean no one was kind enough to take me. Still it’s strange why I have this special thing about CBR and Harley Davidson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However few days back, I was waiting for my transport at about 6 o’clock. There was major traffic. No vehicle that has four wheels could move. But just like the way water would go through a jar full of rocks, MOTORCYCLES found their own controvertible way to creep in and out of the traffic. And now I will get to the funny part. I was standing on the pavement. (I mean I can stand there right? Yes I can be a “stationery pedestrian” if a noun like that do exist) I was waiting for my vehicle to come. But what I saw was10 to 12 motorcycles charging their way towards where I was standing. Hmm I had to push my panic button. Why? Because I had no way to go and make way to the battalion of motorcycles. Although I was standing at the right place I had to take refugee inside a telephone booth. Well they passed and then I gave a sigh of relief and turned my head, to see more and more motorcycles have made their own way in the pavements (or is it motor-cycle-way?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWXriXMyoiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sRfHTZE9hbQ/Tm%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="301" alt="Tm" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWXrjOrttPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jG95b_RkT_s/Tm_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="229" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How close the motor cycle was to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However the traffic got viler. And I had to camp in the telephone booth. Suddenly something “much funnier” caught my eye. A three-wheeler (or the most annoying word I have ever heard “the tuk-tuk”) was nicely parked in the pavement (let’s not bitch about that now) and there was about five feet space and a motor cycle (chaly) was waiting for the colour light to turn green. Then another motorcycle tried to creep in between the tuk-tuk and the chaly, and this was not actually going in the correct direction but the opposite direction. Mind you this was a highway. And I have no clue how he was able to come from a different direction. Now that is a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWXrjxplj1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/AP7VaarC9f4/Motocycle%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 322px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="276" alt="Motocycle" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWXrk-6xaYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GzwVixVPvoc/Motocycle_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="210" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A motor cycle making his way through a three wheeler and a Chaly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However my motive was not to say what I don’t like about bike riders. I just felt that motorcycle is a convenient and fast mean of transport that most citizens take use of. &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/2772445559600298127-1871940223816678456?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1871940223816678456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1871940223816678456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1871940223816678456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1871940223816678456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/means-of-transport-motor-cycle_08.html' title='Means of transport – Motor Cycle'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SWXrjOrttPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jG95b_RkT_s/s72-c/Tm_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-2664884732176846509</id><published>2009-01-03T00:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:15:15.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photograghy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIKON N70'/><title type='text'>Say cheez....</title><content type='html'>Recently when my uncle who is an expert in cameras (all sorts) came for a visit he happens to bring a Nikon N70 with a 2x multiplier. Understand this is not that high tech and has up to 70mm zooming lens but for certain someone this was like a dream come true. So who took it in to her hand? Yesss me the “cat-curious me”. Well it was not the first time I discovered my love for photography and at the same time proved myself that there is so much to learn even to take a simple photograph. So far I have tried my hand in the 3.2 megapixel camera that comes with my mobile phone and have given some reasonable shots here and there. So when I let my hand touch “The N70” I was in love once again with whole world. So what was my target…aha the sky. And then flower buds. The bugs on the flower, Grass petals, ants on the wire. My own shadow. And even did some paparazzi shots on my brother and cousins. Well I was not really concentrating on the shutter speed; focusing, lighting conditions so on and so forth. However must say that it was quite a learning experience. Which I am hoping to be an expert at(well what do you know this is my year 2009 resolution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed by my uncle had to leave which means that I had to bid farewell to “my new love”. And went back to the reality of my Nokia 5610 camera... hey it’s not bad at all it does indeed a good job almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out www.ran-neleei.blogspot.com and click on the post flower bud for my experience withe nikon n70 SLR camera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-2664884732176846509?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/2664884732176846509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=2664884732176846509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2664884732176846509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2664884732176846509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-cheez.html' title='Say cheez....'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4048727051678210350</id><published>2008-12-30T22:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:26:31.581+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>and so they line up as below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be a boring person, to me specially&lt;br /&gt;Do more exciting stuff&lt;br /&gt;Be adventurous&lt;br /&gt;Climb a real mountain&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Sunrise in east cost&lt;br /&gt;Wear white and be my base color for the wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;Paint my room white&lt;br /&gt;umm white my theme colour... &lt;br /&gt;use less plastic&lt;br /&gt;use recyclable and recycled products more often&lt;br /&gt;eat less so i will indirectly save it for the others so I will loose weight :)&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;br /&gt;Write more&lt;br /&gt;Think more&lt;br /&gt;Sleep less&lt;br /&gt;Sing in an audience even when there is nobody to listen&lt;br /&gt;Dance madly and not care about the world&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY be interested in my studies&lt;br /&gt;Finish what I started&lt;br /&gt;and have more realistic resolution like above for 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4048727051678210350?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4048727051678210350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4048727051678210350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4048727051678210350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4048727051678210350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-378686175347033053</id><published>2008-12-27T16:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:52:13.482+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>its true what they say, spend at least one day with a 7 year old and 70 year old.. wow life is so simple..</title><content type='html'>Well all started when she kept on staring at me… had to talk so. She had being watching my every move. However now I do not regret, because she taught me how nice and simple the life can be when you take each minute as it is and how you can make someone feel better by showing the things you like to do. Such energy and enthusiasm she showed to meet people greet people and talk with people. Recently am built in such a way that I like to get to know fellow human but after inquiring about that person I just loose interest in them. Just that I am too lazy to know how everyone is doing. Might have tried a feeble act on keeping the rapport with few of my friends but most of the time I like to shut up and listen to what other people say. Sad life? Or anthropologistic life? Or a life that does not actually have anything to say to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not fighting to understand why I turned to be someone like this. Guess it’s a phase that I am going through discovering” who I am”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 7 year old. All we did was, playing some kids games. Reminded me of my childhood where I was the privilege one to ride on somebody’s back. And now she is the privileged one. Damn I was tired after all the running, skipping circling and hide and seek we did. But still I was HAPPY and young. Yes felt like a young girl who knew the beauty of life. Thank you little one…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-378686175347033053?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/378686175347033053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=378686175347033053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/378686175347033053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/378686175347033053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-true-what-they-say-spend-at-least.html' title='its true what they say, spend at least one day with a 7 year old and 70 year old.. wow life is so simple..'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-712351118022803823</id><published>2008-12-26T23:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:54:21.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life cycle of a relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	line-height:115%;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After mulling over my past relationships I have come into a conclusion that there is a case of life cycle in all of them. Growth, maturity, boom and then sudden fall. And this falling is which makes you unable to recover and if you do not have that need you will be a bankrupt forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like one who got heartbroken? Yeah I am. Some of us are not so lucky to be steady and ready with the first person you meet. What made me write this is not because I am still crying over spilled milk but as we are at the yearend I myself did a personal review on the year 2008. Learnt a good lesson guess I am thank full to them for that though the hurt might have forced me to hate them. Besides this is life, not everything comes in a silver tray. Now I know that for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope of a better year ahead. That’s the recommendation I received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well 2009 you know what to do.... :)&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:11;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-712351118022803823?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/712351118022803823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=712351118022803823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/712351118022803823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/712351118022803823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-cycle-of-relationship.html' title='Life cycle of a relationship'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-3361502234495897647</id><published>2008-12-23T18:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:04:09.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Upside down christmas tree</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through the net. Then this particular Christmas tree caught my eye. Yup it was upside down. Wanted to check the motive behind it. And apparently this is a symbol of Christianity in central Europe. When there is such thing as growing a Christmas tree in the conventional way, we just had to think differently and here comes an upside down Christmas tree…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SVDoYLNTSZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wnsBNwQjFqo/s1600-h/upside-down-xmas-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282977864928676242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SVDoYLNTSZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wnsBNwQjFqo/s200/upside-down-xmas-tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it other way round? may be this is the corrcet way to grow a CHRISTMAS TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows we are just following a set of rules given by others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SVDoX43ucBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/unujEmZ4YhU/s1600-h/upside-down-corner-xmas-tree-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282977860006342674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SVDoX43ucBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/unujEmZ4YhU/s200/upside-down-corner-xmas-tree-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ways this is the history as taken from www.thegreenhead.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The History of the Upside-Down Fir Tree: According to the Christmas Archives, "In the 7th century a monk from Crediton, Devonshire, went to Germany to teach the Word of God. He did many good works there, and spent much time in Thuringia, an area which was to become the cradle of the Christmas Decoration Industry. Legend has it that he used the triangular shape of the Fir Tree to describe the Holy Trinity of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The converted people began to revere the Fir tree as God's Tree, as they had previously revered the Oak. By the 12th century it was being hung, upside-down, from ceilings at Christmastime in Central Europe, as a symbol of Christianity."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-3361502234495897647?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/3361502234495897647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=3361502234495897647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3361502234495897647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3361502234495897647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/upside-down-christmas-tree.html' title='Upside down christmas tree'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SVDoYLNTSZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wnsBNwQjFqo/s72-c/upside-down-xmas-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-5141523852843882741</id><published>2008-12-22T13:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:00:54.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what happened..and to happen</title><content type='html'>Listening over and over&lt;br /&gt;Ranting on the same thought &lt;br /&gt;Heart beat stopped&lt;br /&gt;Looked outside&lt;br /&gt;Saw another light&lt;br /&gt;Went close &lt;br /&gt;Burnt again&lt;br /&gt;Did learn the lesson?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah may be&lt;br /&gt;But hope exists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-5141523852843882741?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/5141523852843882741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=5141523852843882741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/5141523852843882741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/5141523852843882741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happenedand-to-happen.html' title='what happened..and to happen'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1733359395206768305</id><published>2008-12-20T19:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:28:55.706+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Empirical proof of love – A Beautiful Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRanmalee%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRanmalee%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRanmalee%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Not going to give my view of the movie, yet want to share my fevorite scene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The following conversation if between John and Alicia Larde, when he wanted her to explain the love and commitment she had for him. Mind you he is a mathematician. The scene is acted by Russell Crowe (John Nash) and Jennifer Connelly (Alicia Larde)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alicia:&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; A proof? Verifiable data? Hmm mmm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Okay…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Well... How big is the universe?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;John:&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Infinite&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alicia:&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;How do you know?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;John:&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; I know because all the data indicate it &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alicia:&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;But it hasn’t been proven yet?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;John:&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alicia:&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;You haven’t seen it. How do you know for sure?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;John:&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I don’t. I just believe it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alicia:&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Mmm..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;It’s the same with Love. I guess&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Now, the part that you don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Is it if I want to marry you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;was touched by the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day a friend of mine asked me what was it like to be in love? and i am still searching for the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1733359395206768305?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1733359395206768305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1733359395206768305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1733359395206768305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1733359395206768305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/empirical-proof-of-love-beautiful-mind.html' title='Empirical proof of love – A Beautiful Mind'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-7115270747419225277</id><published>2008-12-19T18:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:04:27.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday.Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Today??? friday??? huh???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“Time flies...”Being hearing that on and off and the funny thing is we still spend it less of the real meaning of it... all of 2008 has being a year of killing time for me and apparently I have done so many things and none of them were my resolutions…&lt;br /&gt;But I am not sad or unhappy about the year passed, cuz now I am much closer with my parents and kinda in peace with myself.&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is I have become quite a mind reader so its kinda difficult for me to deal with people.. hahaha I know all are afraid of me, talk to me even and I sometimes purposely ignore the muscling gender…&lt;br /&gt;Wellllll today is Friday… Was to meet up a friend and to go Christmas shopping… Though we have scanned all shops of Colombo still not satisfied for the fact that we have so much of time to kill… plan was cancelled and me still in office pretending to work when my boss insists on, me flying back to my nest.. “Come on man I love my job, I am soooo devoid of my life… please let me stay near my Oh-so-perzonal-computer and pretend to work my oh-so-brilliant-head-off.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Friday. My shopping spree was cancelled and sitting in front of Orlando Blooms and doing my thing (Okayyyyy its just the screen saver but still I can read him, yeah he like moi J ).&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh almost forgot.. It was Christmas deco timeeeee…. When I stepped into office (after a looong vacation sorta thing) found there were none…. So who stepped in… yeah me the oh-so-time-to-kill-doing-nothing me… the theme was “not spending your money due to Economics crises and still have the spirit” so we voluntarily got the day off and started cutting “recycled Envelopes” and made Christmas trees and hung them… (ahhh I am going to miss you guys, surprisingly but yeah I am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUuitj39dUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ndRzfxSaPFQ/s1600-h/RNG196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281493891629806914" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUuitj39dUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ndRzfxSaPFQ/s200/RNG196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all have gone home I am still at office finishing off my work and browsing through the net and felt like saying something…&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to say how much I want to go out and go crazy at a day like this… but guess I am not that kinda person.. or may be I do not have friends and nobody likes me… oh may be I am so ugly that no guy likes me… or may be the economy is so s&amp;amp;^*5 that all the amusement arenas are closed since the cost cutting is taking over our lives that no credit cards are allowed and expenditure is more than the income… or may be its raining outside that and I can’t see oh hear it….or may be I am blind, deaf and dumb at the same time that I might as well not have a life..&lt;br /&gt;But…..&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh who cares??? I kinda like my subtle moving life… and I am happy and happy… and I just let it go..&lt;br /&gt;man I love Eric Clapton.. “Layla you got me off my feet…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-7115270747419225277?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/7115270747419225277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=7115270747419225277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7115270747419225277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7115270747419225277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-friday-huh.html' title='Today??? friday??? huh???'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUuitj39dUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ndRzfxSaPFQ/s72-c/RNG196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-6352007833632437686</id><published>2008-12-18T20:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.645+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>I am sad&lt;br /&gt;Not because you left me&lt;br /&gt;Nor you are not there to make me feel all right&lt;br /&gt;I am sad&lt;br /&gt;For the love I had fir you&lt;br /&gt;For the love that you never had for me&lt;br /&gt;You never needed me like the way I did&lt;br /&gt;All you did was, played your part in a theater&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a selfish poem for you&lt;br /&gt;For you left me oh so selfish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-6352007833632437686?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/6352007833632437686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=6352007833632437686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6352007833632437686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6352007833632437686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-218360917934286664</id><published>2008-12-17T17:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:11:49.227+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photograghy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><title type='text'>Watching you ease me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUjwoAlUiqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CHqwv7b7vhM/s1600-h/RNG012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280735133233875618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUjwoAlUiqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CHqwv7b7vhM/s400/RNG012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUjwUpOZe8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/p3RA0KGY7tI/s1600-h/RNG031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280734800546200514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUjwUpOZe8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/p3RA0KGY7tI/s400/RNG031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s not a human that I was referring, even though I am fascinated by watching people around me. And what I noticed about then and what I did is another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made me write toady is the love that I have for sky and clouds. I am unable to give an exact reason why I always end up looking up, but may be because I am too curious about what’s the limit of the world that we see unlimited or just that I feel so free.&lt;br /&gt;Every time when I look up its something different. Something new and exciting. It’s as if I am getting to know someone new. I look up day night evening dawn anytime I feel that I need to. When I travel just walking in the garden, swimming (which happens rarelyL).&lt;br /&gt;The night’s sky of cause was my favorite. Use to count starts, but never was able to finish as each minute pass a new one pops out. I am not good in reading start signs and the only one I can identify is the Orion, also known as “the hunter”. And that is also because it has very significant raw of three stars that represents his belt.&lt;br /&gt;Then the day sky. Recent discovery of a new love. When the clouds fill the blue space, it gives such happiness to me. And that mood causes me to capture the moments. And I have photos taken each day. As much it has inspired me I thought of searching more info about clouds. Also a “thank you” should go to my friend who gave the initial idea.&lt;br /&gt;There are types of clouds in different levels of the sky. They have different formations that act for different purposes. But I will touch only on their looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within the range of 6,000 feet and below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stratocumulu&lt;/em&gt;s – Kind of puffy and spreads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stratus&lt;/em&gt; – spreads and covers a vast area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cumulus&lt;/em&gt; – looks like small puffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the range of 20,000 feet to 6,000 feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Altocumulus&lt;/em&gt; - Small puffy clouds that stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Altostratus&lt;/em&gt; – bit thicker than stratus and can cover the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above 18,000 feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cirrocumulus&lt;/em&gt; – looks like small dots and spread in a vast area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cirrus&lt;/em&gt; – looks like a bird art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cumulonimbus&lt;/em&gt; – rain clouds that spread from ground level up to 50,000 feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the naming of the clouds are bit trick the below grid will help you out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUjyzFsKKmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bebqgk1X6cA/s1600-h/clouds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280737522606549602" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUjyzFsKKmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bebqgk1X6cA/s400/clouds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source of teh grid - &lt;a href="http://ww2010.atmos.uiuc.edu/(Gh)/guides/mtr/cld/cldtyp/home.rxml"&gt;http://ww2010.atmos.uiuc.edu/(Gh)/guides/mtr/cld/cldtyp/home.rxml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to read more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eo.ucar.edu/webweather/cloud3.html"&gt;http://eo.ucar.edu/webweather/cloud3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloud"&gt;www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just browsed through few sites and found the info.  Might not be 100% true but I am willing to listen to any comment that you may want to make and the topic is open to discuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will be searching more about CLOUDS and come up with a much better research. And may be about stars also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh I just love watching the sky!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-218360917934286664?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/218360917934286664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=218360917934286664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/218360917934286664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/218360917934286664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/watching-you-ease-me.html' title='Watching you ease me'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUjwoAlUiqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CHqwv7b7vhM/s72-c/RNG012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1958810991185413320</id><published>2008-12-16T22:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.645+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Crossing the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Came and stopped&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, waiting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;That man was not patient enough&lt;br /&gt;Drew right past me.&lt;br /&gt;She, with a child&lt;br /&gt;Crossed without looking, both sides&lt;br /&gt;They talking crossed, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUfnwWYPBxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EQcoIt_1XO8/s1600-h/RNG025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443905942161170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUfnwWYPBxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EQcoIt_1XO8/s320/RNG025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waved at the car&lt;br /&gt;With smiles on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure&lt;br /&gt;The driver didn’t see that&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he was too busy frowning&lt;br /&gt;Cross, stop horn and cross&lt;br /&gt;And I, still waiting waiting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;What to f=do?&lt;br /&gt;My mind just tripped off&lt;br /&gt;Am I the driver?&lt;br /&gt;Or waiting to cross the road?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1958810991185413320?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1958810991185413320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1958810991185413320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1958810991185413320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1958810991185413320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/crossing-road.html' title='Crossing the road'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUfnwWYPBxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EQcoIt_1XO8/s72-c/RNG025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1002226246231516210</id><published>2008-12-16T16:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:18:07.147+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guess thats what I want</title><content type='html'>I miss it awfully. Yes being in love. Not the kind of love that involves kissing hugging and then breaking up, but the true one that will assure you that everything going to be alright. Far apart but still together. Where you say “swept by the feet" kind of feeling. It’s such a shame that I have never felt like that my teenage life; because I was busy doing things that was not of my choice. Not blaming anyone but I was too responsible of so many other things that I missed that life. The care free life. Came into a corporate world got screwed up with its busy-(mess). Got involved and then breakup. Perhaps because I knew it was not what I was looking for. Or the other party knew it was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Once a friend asked me, what type of a person I was looking for. I went speechless. Downright speechless, I never thought how it was going to be. But all I know is when I meet that someone all going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh being toooo sentimental, but I a human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1002226246231516210?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1002226246231516210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1002226246231516210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1002226246231516210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1002226246231516210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-thats-what-i-want.html' title='Guess thats what I want'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-6102552163104191836</id><published>2008-12-15T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:55:21.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At a time like this</title><content type='html'>Today we had a forum, where my mentor spoke of how to face at a time like this. Where recession is hitting businesses, and revenue wise cooperates are facing issue and they have to take up drastic measures in order to satisfy their customers. And we are being ripped off by some benefits that we had during Christmas time last year. (Matter of fact some of my friends are not feeling Christmassy at all) But with an open mind I was able to listen to her. It’s understood that I have very less number of problems compared to some of my other colleagues who are married and wage earners. Okay I might not have a problem at all... yes I am one of those lucky brats I suppose. However what she told us today is ringing in my mind and hope to mark it in my blog so who ever would like to read this will have a better way of facing the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Confidence in you&lt;br /&gt; If there is a person that you can rely on, most of the problems will fade away. And if you have the reliance on yourself no one can pull you back. Not even yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think like a champion&lt;br /&gt;Every champion has their own ups and downs. But a true champion will never let one drawback hinder the path way to success. Constantly try the best and through failures you will find the light for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be in alert&lt;br /&gt;Things change and we have to be in alert to identify them and make plans to overcome the obstacles that may occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be extra ordinary&lt;br /&gt;We can succeed at a given task and all you will be is excellent. But how to be extra ordinary? Do not be afraid for change. Life is not always giving you a path that is smooth. But it’s always fun to ride on rough roads. So adopt o change and live it and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude this emphasizing on the fact that it’s a choice you make about life. Can be optimistic or pessimistic but YOU will have to live it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-6102552163104191836?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/6102552163104191836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=6102552163104191836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6102552163104191836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6102552163104191836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-time-like-this.html' title='At a time like this'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-2470064079519927791</id><published>2008-12-12T20:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.646+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun to read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My guinea pig for experimental food</title><content type='html'>As a kid I played house&lt;br /&gt;It was a house where I was the cook (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;Most of the food was raw,&lt;br /&gt;Days old and mom just throw.&lt;br /&gt;But my income was low&lt;br /&gt;Hand to use then so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the good host&lt;br /&gt;I always boast&lt;br /&gt;How good my food was&lt;br /&gt;Yet needed a guinea pig of cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had one person looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Saw the innocent eyes that gleam&lt;br /&gt;“There you go. My own guinea pig”&lt;br /&gt;I just fed him my master chef wonder dish.&lt;br /&gt;With awe of wonder with trusting heart&lt;br /&gt;He just ate it and wanted some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just came by, saw my experiment&lt;br /&gt;Gave a loud cry and rush him to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;“A rotten tomato is not that bad&lt;br /&gt;And I am quite sure that he should be glad”&lt;br /&gt;To get a sister like me&lt;br /&gt;Who consider him as a guinea pig&lt;br /&gt;And what the heck&lt;br /&gt;You owe that to me&lt;br /&gt;Since you and my brother who was just three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real life scenario. I am sorry malli. For what I have made you eat. And thank you for baring all my mischief. He actually was three and I was four J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-2470064079519927791?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/2470064079519927791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=2470064079519927791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2470064079519927791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2470064079519927791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-guinea-pig-for-experimental-food.html' title='My guinea pig for experimental food'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-3529095192024428128</id><published>2008-12-11T18:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:47:25.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colombo'/><title type='text'>Traffic in Colombo</title><content type='html'>Whenever I see the board COLOMBO one thing that comes in to the mind is that how we fall behind a line of vehicles every few meters we hope to travel. And I am quite sure that you do have few good stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin this I must emphasis on the fact that I am not a person who knows how to drive a car and matter of fact not good in riding at least a bicycle. I always wanted to learn but it’s something like learning the violin for me. Though I love it so much I just can’t seems to concentrate on the minor facts such as shifting the gear hanging on to the wheel the breaks the lights the horn the car seat that is not right. So I gave up without actually trying it out. But 2009 resolution is to learn how to drive car safely and and so fast that you will be aghast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic, as I mentioned before is something I meet on my way to work. Though I live off road to Colombo the place is known as a devils point when it comes to traffic. The driver (whom I admire for his patience and swearing that follows, yes early morning) go zig zag and comes in to a halt behind a queue of vehicles ready to charge forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the beauty of morning traffic. It gives me time to watch the citizen of Colombo in action. The van next to me is filled with school kids. They actual have so much to talk. Showing off their latest collection of Pokémon stickers and argue about the favorite super hero strengths.Pulling their hair screaming laughing. Reminded me of my childhood. Then there is a cute little girl looking at me with her big eyes. She is privilege to go in a CRV and was turning her head away from the food that her mom is trying to push into her mouth. I smiled at her and so she did. That was a moment we shared and we both knew that we will never meet again but that smile we shared made our lives different. Then the green lights came so we parted. I was heading to Colombo and was stopped by a check point. After all the necessary identification we were let to go. I actually said thank you, not because I am against or for the war but merely for the service they rendered and I always admire people who are honest at their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to the heart of Colombo, where you can identify with amount of carbon smoke ejecting from the vehicles and by the clouds thay form. We were moving quite fast today. 10 miles per hour. I do always say that this is fast if you are a Colombo rider. We were at a halt. Near a well known school. A place where our future compiling itself with tools and necessities. You see so many vehicles parked by the road. From our dream car to the motor cycle is carrying a parent or a gradient and the child. They were all going to the same school. Getting the same education. But different methods of transport. So we stared the ride and came into a place where most of the cooperates are gathering. They greet each other some looks so fresh in the morning some looks as if they didn’t sleep at all some seems to be in love with their work and some have lost their minds. I notice all this so carefully as we ride 5 miles per hour now. With all that observation I finally came to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only night riding life I have. I do not go out in the night much. Ahhh okay not at all. However when I work till late, I get the rare moment of checking out Colombo, at night. I simply love it. With lights and colours and people hurrying to their nests make me sort of feel that I have a little moment in the Colombo night life. Then suddenly the vehicle stopped. Near the Colombo campus. Guess some one ”important” was passing by. The driver uncle (as we call him) started saying his extract of the day so I got plugged in to my mobile mp3 player. I just love my music. So we waited and waited and now it started raining. Can life be any more fascinating? As the rain started to progress they allowed the vehicles to go. But to go where? Due to the fact that rain drops have damaged our brain cells and also it flooded in most of the roads we started moving 4 miles per hour. I actually couldn’t see that much of people inside vehicles since it was dark. But I felt kind of comfy and safe inside the air conditioned vehicle. Loved the rain and how it drops slowly in the glass and how they shine like beautiful diamonds when the light reflects. I was actually having a good time. And I wish the vehicle to move really slowly. (Though there was no need to pray for it since we were moving reaaaaly slow). I was how pedestrian peril from the Hugh mud puddles and felt for them. Yet I loved the rain and this traffic (May be I am mean, but I was enjoying the moment). Then another van which was moving ahead of us broke. Right on the middle of the road. But I was amazed to see how people out of nowhere came into the rescue. Soon the road was cleared and we were free to go (4 miles per hour is the standard at that time). I reached home at 9.30PM with a nice feeling about the traffic in Colombo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-3529095192024428128?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/3529095192024428128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=3529095192024428128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3529095192024428128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3529095192024428128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/traffic-in-colombo.html' title='Traffic in Colombo'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4101841768829468589</id><published>2008-12-11T09:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.646+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photograghy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Change....</title><content type='html'>I need a change&lt;br /&gt;As I felt like I am trapped in a cage&lt;br /&gt;I need a change&lt;br /&gt;From all what I was engaged&lt;br /&gt;I changed my room&lt;br /&gt;Painted in pink and blue&lt;br /&gt;Changed my cloth line&lt;br /&gt;It was colourful and light&lt;br /&gt;Changed my hair, changed my whole appearance&lt;br /&gt;Changed my favourite TV channel&lt;br /&gt;Changed what I read&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to have a new vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I felt down and sad&lt;br /&gt;I felt so trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad I felt so bad&lt;br /&gt;What changes to be done?&lt;br /&gt;To all that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waita’minute&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;I have being changing the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it that I am to change my looking glass?&lt;br /&gt;Now the world is better as I changed my inner self&lt;br /&gt;And the world is much happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCVbz0_2MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Dca6xPPE0p0/s1600-h/RNG010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383068279724226" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCVbz0_2MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Dca6xPPE0p0/s320/RNG010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4101841768829468589?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4101841768829468589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4101841768829468589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4101841768829468589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4101841768829468589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/change.html' title='Change....'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCVbz0_2MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Dca6xPPE0p0/s72-c/RNG010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1277346378136207370</id><published>2008-12-10T15:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:04:37.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Planting tress</title><content type='html'>Today I planted a plant in a pot. The main reason for this is because I love greenery and it helps me to calm and remind how lucky I am as we still live in this era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/ST-Zz9IbU4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Eka1jpU7LSQ/s1600-h/20022008168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278106406163796866" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/ST-Zz9IbU4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Eka1jpU7LSQ/s320/20022008168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We livein the 21st century, which they said to be a barren land and a land covered with concrete structures. Partly yes, we see buildings coming up in every corner but our ancestors who had the brains and guts to think about the future (at that time - us, the 21st kids) had planted trees so that we are having some green popping here and there. However I am not blaming or pointing the figure at any one because I believe and work for a company which enhances the human lives via new technology. Our lives are made easy and we become more efficient, productive and so on. For example concrete buildings which are not pleasing to the eye actually provide us with a better and comfortable lodging and a segment of concrete building which are called apartments give shelter to a broader number of families. However this is not my topic for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planting trees and what use they give us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/ST-Z0K-RutI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_f1EEeDwRu0/s1600-h/20022008231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278106409879321298" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/ST-Z0K-RutI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_f1EEeDwRu0/s320/20022008231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s easy to plant trees. You dig a hole and keep the plant and cover with soil and then water. However there is a after service that it yearn in order to grow big and strong. It needs fertilizing, watering and contact care and love. Basically they need your attention for some time and after it is familiar with the ground it will grow itself all by himself in to a strong beautiful tree. (Isn’t it a living happily ever after sort of story??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the uses. How does a tree help a human being? This is a question asked from us when we were in the primary for environment studies. And after think a lot and figuring out how much I have forgotten about my childhood knowledge, I managed to jot down the below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees give us food (to satisfy our hunger to live)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees give us flowers (beauty)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees/plants are planted as to decorate the gardens (beauty)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees helps us in the water cycle (one major contributor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees reduces the air pollution and help to purify the air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tree branches and the trunk are used to build houses and furniture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees are used as medicine/ingredients for medicine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees are used as cosmetics/cosmetics ingredient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trees helps in preventing soil decay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tress helps to play. E.g. The swings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least and my favourite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Trees Calms you down”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that for a fact, because each morning on my way to work I go under a natural arch made by big trees that stands besides the Cumarathunga Munidasa Mawatha (or is it the Thurston road???). During that few seconds all my worries are faded and Ï fly like an eagle, and yeah believe me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/ST-Z0qz33RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/96PmXvBSofE/s1600-h/RNG021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278106418425617682" style="WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/ST-Z0qz33RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/96PmXvBSofE/s320/RNG021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1277346378136207370?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1277346378136207370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1277346378136207370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1277346378136207370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1277346378136207370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/planting-tress.html' title='Planting tress'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/ST-Zz9IbU4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Eka1jpU7LSQ/s72-c/20022008168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-7587697287762751843</id><published>2008-12-09T16:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:11:14.439+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Making your Point “true”</title><content type='html'>Lately I am progressing into a new hobby (yes I am aware of the fact that I am going through a total life style transfer)&lt;br /&gt;The new hobby is”Arguing” or somehow “making your pint true”.  Its fun and you learn views of the other opponent/s you may not really feel that person in incorrect but its rather fun to see how a person counterattack for the words you throw at him/her. I must emphasis on the fact that most of the points I try to convey are my own thoughts and judgments of the given subject.&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues, friends are the victims. The topics are rather casual and we discuss (Argue is more appropriate) on many areas. As a true fighting spirited representative from the feminine gender I never give up on where I stand. We hatchet each other’s views and end up (most of the time) without a proper conclusion of whatever we talked about. However when the heat is over and we are back to this world of peace and harmony I actually sit and think about the facts that we came up with and take note of the situation with a wider view. And hence I must point out that is one good thing about arguing.&lt;br /&gt;And what have I learnt so far? Simple it’s that what I believe in a certain issue is not the same as the view of another person. Mainly because we see the world in different levels. Yet I have the right to put forward my view on the table and make (the puppet) dance with strings controlled by me. And so does my opponent. Yet both the puppets we try to dance are with strings attached. When not handled carefully we there is a chance that the strings will get entangled, which will not be a entertaining show to the audience, but merely a laughing stick scenario which nobody will take a notice of.&lt;br /&gt;So how to handle the puppet show (the argument) properly? Be comprehensive with the argument.&lt;br /&gt;I read books, newspapers, tabloids (yup they too), blogs and so the list grows. And sometimes perceive how certain individuals argue on variety of topics. Intellectual to CRAP. They bring out facts and figures and make into a comment and suggestion. When you are bringing up facts, the validity of the facts are a golden rule. As you can not alter facts and figures. (Oxford dictionary 7th edition; Facts and figures- Precise details) Even though this is the case certain people do deviate from this and try to prove their point through own comments and assumption which sometimes make a fool out in the field. They should understand that just because they see 9 out of 10 heads d=heads nodding in agreement does not mean the point is correct. Our eyes are made in such a way that we can see less that 180° and we actually have to make an effort and turn our head to see the full 360° view and even more effect to see the whole globe around us.(Still we might have not covered more dimensions)&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to my new hobby; I never was like this. I used to nod in agreement for anything came on my way. NOT because I was “blond” but due to the fact that I was not thorough with the subject of argument and thought the other person will try to guess me as indecent person. But then ä little birdie taught me that my view of the subject can make a different too. Hence here I am singing “&lt;br /&gt;“Getup stand up – stand up for your right” Bob Marley 1973&lt;br /&gt;And to those who come to argue with me let me remind you one phrase “when you fight with a pig in the mud, the pig actually enjoys it “and yeah I love mud baths, it’s good for the skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-7587697287762751843?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/7587697287762751843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=7587697287762751843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7587697287762751843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7587697287762751843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-your-point-true.html' title='Making your Point “true”'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-300807216385258041</id><published>2008-11-21T18:38:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:04:27.168+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers we see'/><title type='text'>How a Flower came in to Life</title><content type='html'>18th November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSazPX5ZOHI/AAAAAAAAADc/j_v1QuackxU/s1600-h/Flower+1811+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271097490577897586" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSazPX5ZOHI/AAAAAAAAADc/j_v1QuackxU/s400/Flower+1811+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSazPIxTFmI/AAAAAAAAADU/6XqK3E0HdEw/s1600-h/Flower+1811+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271097486517409378" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSazPIxTFmI/AAAAAAAAADU/6XqK3E0HdEw/s400/Flower+1811+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19th November 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSaz2WMgD9I/AAAAAAAAADs/1haEtnhXE-4/s1600-h/191120081471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098160136064978" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSaz2WMgD9I/AAAAAAAAADs/1haEtnhXE-4/s400/191120081471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSaz2JD45rI/AAAAAAAAADk/VAK3J0qkH78/s1600-h/191120081468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098156610283186" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSaz2JD45rI/AAAAAAAAADk/VAK3J0qkH78/s400/191120081468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YpI5BiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JGsGpyc1Xq4/s1600-h/RNG025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098749336749602" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YpI5BiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JGsGpyc1Xq4/s200/RNG025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YZV8XnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S36itwbBudo/s1600-h/RNG024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098745096527474" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YZV8XnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S36itwbBudo/s200/RNG024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YEXZdaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pTRF_LQqiF4/s1600-h/RNG023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098739465483682" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YEXZdaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pTRF_LQqiF4/s200/RNG023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0XyFHyaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u1WEGUOrH8o/s1600-h/RNG022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098734556989858" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0XyFHyaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u1WEGUOrH8o/s200/RNG022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0Xr_MbYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/juxbVQ1QAnM/s1600-h/RNG021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098732921515394" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0Xr_MbYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/juxbVQ1QAnM/s200/RNG021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YEXZdaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pTRF_LQqiF4/s1600-h/RNG023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098739465483682" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa0YEXZdaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pTRF_LQqiF4/s200/RNG023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa2CKd_hBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SrZ0Ax6JsU0/s1600-h/RNG028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271100562169889810" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa2CKd_hBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SrZ0Ax6JsU0/s400/RNG028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa2CbJ0nyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7KaFz--4a64/s1600-h/RNG029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271100566648692514" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa2CbJ0nyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7KaFz--4a64/s400/RNG029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa2eodsfiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wfBreh7gL5o/s1600-h/RNG028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101051258043938" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa2eodsfiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wfBreh7gL5o/s200/RNG028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa268j8kAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NRGqu8PvwLk/s1600-h/RNG035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101537689309186" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa268j8kAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NRGqu8PvwLk/s200/RNG035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa27U3jDtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WIWsKLtSQnM/s1600-h/RNG037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101544213974738" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa27U3jDtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WIWsKLtSQnM/s200/RNG037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa26ldTLEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_9LNuQY2sM/s1600-h/RNG034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101531487415362" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa26ldTLEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_9LNuQY2sM/s200/RNG034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa27MYfNUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lvUHCGNGzwk/s1600-h/RNG036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101541936215362" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa27MYfNUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lvUHCGNGzwk/s200/RNG036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa26by-5TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gZpE7iYrwgs/s1600-h/RNG033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101528894006578" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSa26by-5TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gZpE7iYrwgs/s200/RNG033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;26th November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCaLHGx4QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BWcf6JWlGWc/s1600-h/RNG038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388278954942722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCaLHGx4QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BWcf6JWlGWc/s320/RNG038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got/stole a flower bud from the reception lobby. Let it grow and watched the process each day. Then could not come to work for few days and saw the death of the flower. Life cycle of a flower. Not meaning to point anything about it. Just a mere incident in life. I guess the flower just had a good death. We all look for a good life to have a good death.(inspired by the book written by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ralston Saul - On Equilibrium, The Six qualities of the new humanism&lt;/span&gt;. Still half way through reading it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-300807216385258041?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/300807216385258041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=300807216385258041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/300807216385258041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/300807216385258041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-flower-came-in-to-life.html' title='How a Flower came in to Life'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSazPX5ZOHI/AAAAAAAAADc/j_v1QuackxU/s72-c/Flower+1811+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-9018593079985197743</id><published>2008-11-18T18:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:06:50.423+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jawaharlal Nehru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3.5G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPRS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indira Ghandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3G'/><title type='text'>Communicating via the MOBILE PHONE</title><content type='html'>I was working the whole day, and was really stressed out. My heart has stopped beating was annoyed with my own face that appeared on the monitor. That was it…. I needed a break. It was 5.45PM but still most of my colleagues were working. Guess it’s due to the fact that we say “Yes We Can” for every bucketful of “sunshine” comes in our way and then end us working till late&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhhhh I forgot why I started writing this (and I keep on forgetting why I was born and who care when I forget what I was going to say), as I was saying earlier I was feeling really bored, stressed and annoyed, sad, contempt down and drowning in sea of unhappy thoughts a flash light just brighten my brain. I thought of paying a visit to my dear dear friends. And I must emphasis the fact that I can start chatting and there can never be an end. And if I am in correct mood you will barely get to talk at all.. (Ah dear friends please bare that with me… what to do I am being meJ). So I got up, started walking looking for a innocent victim to with my chatting ability. So I peeped into the nearest cubical. She was on a call (official!!!). So I went to the next, he was about to make a call, so I just passed him and came out from my division. Looked around and noticed how much we are capable of doing a “job done” only by talking over that phone (Yes the next department was busily speaking over that phone)&lt;br /&gt;So came to different section on the floor, where my friend was busily texting someone at a rate. Didn’t want to disturb her. Then A loud noise shock me and was happy as this means I can finally join this group to have a chat. But when I by that place the site was not so heart pleasing at all, All of them was busily chatting away on the phone and guess what, they are using “call conferencing” to chat with a friend who was not there. OH GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;So what’s wrong with this world? Why are we hooked on to this small piece of equipment, can’t we see much this small gadget has dominated our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was lonely again in a room filled with people. But at least I got something to think about and put down my “Me Thinks” like this. At the first stage of human evolution we used to communicate by signaling and sound. Like waving the hand, grunting, growling and so on. So gradually this turned in to sounds with some meanings forming letters to words and thereafter a whole sentence that was consisted with correct spelling Grammar and meanings for us to understand each other correctly. Also writing ability came in to the picture hence we wrote down what we feel and/or things we should remind ourselves. As the human nature was to reach more than what we have, we stared to reach out of our reach. So snail mail was introduced (Now its snail mail but it was the fastest and assured way of travelling news) Print media also was a hit. And somewhere down the line a wonderful phenomena, transmitting by waves was discovered. The radio was found. But all who loves that voice wanted to see them for real. So the television was introduced to us. Also during the same period with radio signaling Mr. Graham bell (the accuracy of that in not guaranteed by me as I have seeing it is rather doubtful) found the telephone. So all of these discoveries, invention one of us wanted to communicate “wireless”, hence the mobile phone was born. From a device that managed to kill-someone-with, now we have mobile phones that can be mistaken to a match box. The wonderful divine gift to the human sometimes makes us forget that we are human. This is not done directly but with the entire C%^* like globalization syndrome that many of us are facing the mobile phone plays a big part of it. First we stared chatting over the 2G technology and the text messaging(Short Message Service) was introduced making us and addictive generation (I was, but thank GOD I do not find it interesting anymore). General Packet Radio Service introduced, and the mobile communication synchronized with the internet. Now we are in the period of video calling where in simple terms 3G and/or3.5G. This is specifically used at corporate premises to hold meeting and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise data is transmitted and communicating through technology is occurred every corner at a rate. But have we all forgotten how it was before all this. We actually have forgotten to say HI to some of our friends. Sometimes simply because we are busy or since so many methods to communicate are available that we take it for granted. The simple keeping in touch is taking a new level of minding-your-own-business or leave-me-alone phase. Lovers do not write letters filled with their love and feelings. Those Romantic letters was exchanged only between our grandparents??? Parents are not advising their children on how to face life. Mr. Jawaharlal Nehru wrote letter of Life to his daughter Indira Ghandhi on how the man evolve and how he overcome obstacles. These letters are still inspiring those who want to have a new insight to life.&lt;br /&gt;My questions are&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to give the generation that comes henceforth?&lt;br /&gt;Will they blame us or become more inhuman than we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry be happy is what we can do for the time being. Well I must conclude now as I am getting a call to my mobile. Finally somebody REMEMBERS me !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-9018593079985197743?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/9018593079985197743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=9018593079985197743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/9018593079985197743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/9018593079985197743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/11/mobile-communication.html' title='Communicating via the MOBILE PHONE'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-7494739081711640377</id><published>2008-11-14T18:43:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:00:31.180+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers we see'/><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSKUlhsEqzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zR_jUJGUtfw/s1600-h/04032007308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269937886396197682" style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSKUlhsEqzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zR_jUJGUtfw/s400/04032007308.jpg" border="0" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-7494739081711640377?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/7494739081711640377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=7494739081711640377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7494739081711640377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7494739081711640377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/11/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSKUlhsEqzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zR_jUJGUtfw/s72-c/04032007308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4759174857538368531</id><published>2008-11-10T10:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun to read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Violin Lesson</title><content type='html'>I Love to play the violin&lt;br /&gt;Near a lake with moon light dandling&lt;br /&gt;For that I bought a brand new violin&lt;br /&gt;Went for a lesson with a sovereign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat near the alter&lt;br /&gt;Where I could see my master&lt;br /&gt;He explained “Violin” character&lt;br /&gt;Alas I saw all the torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold the violin align with your chin&lt;br /&gt;Stand up straight with no limb bling&lt;br /&gt;Keep the fingers, each wire in&lt;br /&gt;Draw the bow with all strength within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers bleeding&lt;br /&gt;My knees trembling&lt;br /&gt;And my poor poor chin&lt;br /&gt;I felt I doing a sin (to the violin)&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lapse I am doing to the violin,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a blunder to all who master the violin&lt;br /&gt;It’s no good me trying to learn the violin&lt;br /&gt;So I bid farewell to my Violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my dear dear violin,&lt;br /&gt;May be some other day I will do some dancing&lt;br /&gt;Near a lake when moon light dandling&lt;br /&gt;So now I must dance after learning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4759174857538368531?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4759174857538368531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4759174857538368531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4759174857538368531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4759174857538368531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/11/violin-lesson.html' title='Violin Lesson'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-3820639619507768468</id><published>2008-11-10T10:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>SunRay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SR149_Tg7HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WWMytL1y3EI/s1600-h/03042007372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268500145453984882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SR149_Tg7HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WWMytL1y3EI/s320/03042007372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;With flowers in her hand&lt;br /&gt;They were pretty and fresh and nice&lt;br /&gt;She had them picked when it was sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SUN had its own plan, hot and warm&lt;br /&gt;Sent his rays so fast and sharp&lt;br /&gt;Her lovely flowers bent with his harmful flicker&lt;br /&gt;They faded and didn’t look pretty, and she was unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What good these flowers are for me All faded an dead?”&lt;br /&gt;She just threw it away and walked away from them&lt;br /&gt;Flowers were pretty. Flowers were fresh&lt;br /&gt;But now they lay a miserable death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes in life we throw away the most beautiful just because someone else harmed it. and We could have just protected it from happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-3820639619507768468?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/3820639619507768468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=3820639619507768468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3820639619507768468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3820639619507768468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunray.html' title='SunRay'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SR149_Tg7HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WWMytL1y3EI/s72-c/03042007372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-7423229415428577760</id><published>2008-11-10T09:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Why I forgive you?</title><content type='html'>Who am I to judge you?&lt;br /&gt;If I am at fault myself.&lt;br /&gt;I say you should do this&lt;br /&gt;Yet you do what makes you feel right&lt;br /&gt;Should I blame you?&lt;br /&gt;And ridicule your idea and feelings&lt;br /&gt;Let me wear your shoe&lt;br /&gt;And lend me your colored glasses&lt;br /&gt;Well, the picture is entirely different&lt;br /&gt;Hence I forgive you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-7423229415428577760?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/7423229415428577760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=7423229415428577760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7423229415428577760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/7423229415428577760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-forgive-you.html' title='Why I forgive you?'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-3285417538480460235</id><published>2008-10-10T21:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:29:37.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun to read'/><title type='text'>Types of Reading</title><content type='html'>Recently I developed a crave for reading. I mean I was into reading but few reasons were stopping me from fully getting into it. Well all that is GONE WITH THE WIND.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow getting back to my “NEW AND IMPROVED” (oaky that’s doesn’t sound right, New and improved??? Anyways is local advertisements can use it why can’t I? That is for you to worry about and me to write J ) HOBBY, I have noticed that there are many types of reading. I will introduce them but must warn you that they are being named as READING TYPE “NUMER”, because if I start giving names for them all of you will want me to name your child J yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number I&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of reading where you just skim through the materiel. Nothing goes to your head. Too lazy or unimportant, for you to understand the content.&lt;br /&gt;E.g. Local News papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number II&lt;br /&gt;More serious reading. You concentrate hard and try to get everything to your head, or you are dead (wow that rhymes, maybe I should write poetry). This type of reading is done during exam season and when you read project proposals. You may not be highly enthusiastic about them but gives prominence, if not you are DOOMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number III&lt;br /&gt;Very important and you enjoy reading them. Very enthusiastic and high chance of reading them once again&lt;br /&gt;E.g. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter by J.K.Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca by Daphne du Maurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number VI&lt;br /&gt;YOU are not reading at all. You are bluffing. The reasons could be&lt;br /&gt;i. To impress someone. E.g. your parents&lt;br /&gt;ii. To avoid someone&lt;br /&gt;iii. To pretend that you are busy&lt;br /&gt;With this type of reading what you just do is just count the number of vowels in the paper and divide them by the total number of letters and the come up with the rate of vowels per each letter. This is quite hard and this portrait you are concentrating REALLY hard on your reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number V&lt;br /&gt;Improvise reading. You read out aloud with little bit of expression. You use your eyes and facial muscles to improvise the content, so the CORRECT message goes to the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number VI&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister of the Reading Type Number V. Reading stories to kids. You get to read only half way through because you will have to answer the 21 questions from those little “kids”. Then you finally agree on the modern term “I was BORN intelligent and education ruined me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number VII&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that you are reading “The Constitution of Blah blah blah. But actually you are reading the “Archie comics”. And the people around you wonder “hmmm how come that serious stuff she is reading sounds so funny….”&lt;br /&gt;“Wik-keeeeed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number VIII&lt;br /&gt;Reading news or a product portfolio in radio. No feelings, just loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number IX&lt;br /&gt;Reading billboards on your way to office. You see how the colour fades away each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number X&lt;br /&gt;Reading number plates. You can add divide subtract or multiply the numbers plates on vehicles. And notice similarity of some of the number plates with phone numbers that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number XI&lt;br /&gt;Reading the fellow MAN kind. It’s not hard to read another human being. But very amusing, the way they say or do something totally different from what THEY REALLY FEEL INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Type Number XII&lt;br /&gt;Reading your own self. NO COMMENTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All’s well that ends well. Currently I am reading 4 books and the all fall in to “Reading Type Number III” and “Reading Type Number II” as I am doing few assignments and my exams are near.(I am not much of a studious person anyways). Reading Type Number IX and X are my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what all this reading will lead me into. Two options either I will have at least the brain or I will end up becoming JANE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-3285417538480460235?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/3285417538480460235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=3285417538480460235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3285417538480460235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3285417538480460235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/10/types-of-reading.html' title='Types of Reading'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4216932699430561142</id><published>2008-10-03T23:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Think out of the box</title><content type='html'>The original was,&lt;br /&gt;Think out of the box&lt;br /&gt;But all I want to do was&lt;br /&gt;To think the shape of the box&lt;br /&gt;So why not for a change…&lt;br /&gt;Think out of a “ball”?&lt;br /&gt;And go round and round&lt;br /&gt;Think out of a “cone”?&lt;br /&gt;And go round and up&lt;br /&gt;Or think out of “something”?&lt;br /&gt;And have no limits and boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Just think free&lt;br /&gt;Not the shape of the box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4216932699430561142?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4216932699430561142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4216932699430561142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4216932699430561142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4216932699430561142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/10/think-out-of-box.html' title='Think out of the box'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4835410781723560332</id><published>2008-10-03T22:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>How to say No</title><content type='html'>No means NO&lt;br /&gt;Do you want more?&lt;br /&gt;And I said NO&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you want more?&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t KNOW&lt;br /&gt;Now there is another NO&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think it’s NO&lt;br /&gt;No this is not that NO&lt;br /&gt;It is this KNOW&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t know about that know&lt;br /&gt;And I know more No&lt;br /&gt;No more know NO&lt;br /&gt;I am just learning how to say NO&lt;br /&gt;And you KNOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4835410781723560332?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4835410781723560332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4835410781723560332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4835410781723560332'/><link 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type='text'>Procrastination – Work life</title><content type='html'>I sat and I thought&lt;br /&gt;I will finish today&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was not there&lt;br /&gt;To finish em anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought and I thought&lt;br /&gt;Argued with myself&lt;br /&gt;“What is important?”&lt;br /&gt;“What should be prioritized?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloured them in red&lt;br /&gt;Those of importance and already late&lt;br /&gt;Coloured them in green&lt;br /&gt;What are good to GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, blue and pink&lt;br /&gt;Sure gave the ART a kick&lt;br /&gt;Black purple and maroon&lt;br /&gt;Some colours I used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;Yes end to my “pro-cras-tic” work style&lt;br /&gt;Today I will finished them all&lt;br /&gt;And feel high five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so lovely with all colours and shades&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;So I stared and stared&lt;br /&gt;Till my heart content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas then I checked the time&lt;br /&gt;Its’ 5 o’clock, yup 5 o’clock&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go, or I will miss the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination! Procrastination!! O Procrastination!!!&lt;br /&gt;What about ending procrastination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I thought&lt;br /&gt;To end it today&lt;br /&gt;And I am satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I will end it ANOTHER DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-6346507751345529161?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/6346507751345529161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=6346507751345529161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6346507751345529161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSFxKRu8VHI/AAAAAAAAABk/-K9seL1yJ8k/s1600-h/20022008274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269617460373116018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSFxKRu8VHI/AAAAAAAAABk/-K9seL1yJ8k/s400/20022008274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass&lt;br /&gt;The cows the goats the meadows the house the road the sea&lt;br /&gt;We pass so much that nothing is thee&lt;br /&gt;When will the journey end&lt;br /&gt;When are we free &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSFw5m650KI/AAAAAAAAABc/7inewnPE8r0/s1600-h/20022008274.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;So I can be me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SR1368tF7nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C6royOqszSk/s1600-h/2401200738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268498993704726130" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SR1368tF7nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C6royOqszSk/s320/2401200738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left - Mumbai somewhere                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right - Somewhere on the way to Colombo from Kandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-5257170570129050807?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/5257170570129050807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1327243608374839269</id><published>2008-09-20T21:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.649+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus</title><content type='html'>Women talk, Men listen&lt;br /&gt;Men talk, omen talk&lt;br /&gt;Problems sorted&lt;br /&gt;Or problems created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men gives advice, women listen&lt;br /&gt;Women gives advice, men are offended&lt;br /&gt;A situation was created&lt;br /&gt;To understand what we really want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man loves woman to shut&lt;br /&gt;A woman loves man to open&lt;br /&gt;But when together&lt;br /&gt;They do the opposite, and still are in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are men really from Mars?&lt;br /&gt;And women from Venus?&lt;br /&gt;Why is its o impossible to understand?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I torched for being who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares where we are from?&lt;br /&gt;As all we do is love each other&lt;br /&gt;I like you and love who you are&lt;br /&gt;And we will live on EARTH forever and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1327243608374839269?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1327243608374839269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1327243608374839269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1327243608374839269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1327243608374839269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title='Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-2069574974598169758</id><published>2008-09-20T21:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.650+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love is…</title><content type='html'>Love is happiness&lt;br /&gt;Love is sunshine in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Love is moonlight that bounce in the placid lake&lt;br /&gt;Love is joy&lt;br /&gt;Love is mystery&lt;br /&gt;Love is breath of life&lt;br /&gt;Love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is heartache when you are away&lt;br /&gt;Love is the breeze that whisper softly in the ear&lt;br /&gt;Love is music&lt;br /&gt;Love is hard&lt;br /&gt;Love is my hero&lt;br /&gt;Love is my weakness&lt;br /&gt;Love is darkness&lt;br /&gt;Love is a long road&lt;br /&gt;Love is good&lt;br /&gt;Love is being bad with you&lt;br /&gt;Love is selfish and blind&lt;br /&gt;Love is giving all you have&lt;br /&gt;Love is sleep&lt;br /&gt;Love is waking in the night and thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Love is breakfast with a red rose&lt;br /&gt;Love is time&lt;br /&gt;Love is money&lt;br /&gt;Love is a dream that comes true&lt;br /&gt;Love is real&lt;br /&gt;Love is strong&lt;br /&gt;Love is so fragile&lt;br /&gt;Love opens your eye&lt;br /&gt;Love is love&lt;br /&gt;Love is you and me&lt;br /&gt;Forever and most&lt;br /&gt;Love is you and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me is what love is all about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-2069574974598169758?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/2069574974598169758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=2069574974598169758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2069574974598169758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2069574974598169758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is.html' title='Love is…'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-3300642125664817672</id><published>2008-09-20T21:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:56:26.650+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>What happens to our dreams? - A note</title><content type='html'>As children we dream&lt;br /&gt;The impossible things that we dream&lt;br /&gt;They come true in our imagination&lt;br /&gt;We make it happen in our imagination&lt;br /&gt;But when as it about to happen&lt;br /&gt;We grow up and gain an education.&lt;br /&gt;And what does this education tells us?&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreaming start looking at the reality&lt;br /&gt;And this education is something told by someone&lt;br /&gt;But What if we didn’t listen&lt;br /&gt;What was said to us?&lt;br /&gt;We would still be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And make those dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Hence we will be happy for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-3300642125664817672?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-5408120462374106508</id><published>2008-09-20T21:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:47:44.113+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>You and you</title><content type='html'>When you wrap your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I feel your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your breath that’s warm&lt;br /&gt;You smile I hear&lt;br /&gt;But do you know&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy&lt;br /&gt;So happy that it’s like I am in heaven&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats so fast&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t ask me any more&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really can’t answer&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling the love&lt;br /&gt;Please let me just feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-5408120462374106508?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/5408120462374106508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=5408120462374106508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/5408120462374106508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/5408120462374106508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-and-you.html' title='You and you'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-3904487211573465375</id><published>2008-09-15T22:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:47:44.113+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Build a nest&lt;br /&gt;Build a dream&lt;br /&gt;Till it break Into three&lt;br /&gt;Build the nest again&lt;br /&gt;Build the dream again&lt;br /&gt;Never give up&lt;br /&gt;As life is filled with more dreams&lt;br /&gt;There are no limits&lt;br /&gt;No boundaries&lt;br /&gt;All we have is to&lt;br /&gt;Dream an endless dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-3904487211573465375?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/3904487211573465375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=3904487211573465375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3904487211573465375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3904487211573465375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-3381040113096210299</id><published>2008-09-15T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:47:44.113+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Life in the rain</title><content type='html'>Why is it always nice&lt;br /&gt;To dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;when its sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it rain,&lt;br /&gt;when you are in the pain&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sad&lt;br /&gt;Yet so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Gives surprises&lt;br /&gt;and takes what'with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's how you act&lt;br /&gt;Life is yours&lt;br /&gt;Just take control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-3381040113096210299?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/3381040113096210299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=3381040113096210299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3381040113096210299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/3381040113096210299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-in-rain.html' title='Life in the rain'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-4565405315834959794</id><published>2008-09-15T21:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:47:44.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Falling (when you left me)</title><content type='html'>How can I hate you&lt;br /&gt;When I am falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You wanted what was mine and all I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about you I thought about you&lt;br /&gt;And now you are not here with me.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much because, Now....&lt;br /&gt;I am falling in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-4565405315834959794?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/4565405315834959794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=4565405315834959794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4565405315834959794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/4565405315834959794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/falling-when-you-left-me.html' title='Falling (when you left me)'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1119190637353008934</id><published>2008-09-15T21:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:47:44.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Raindrop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a raindrop falling down from sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt so high and my thoughts fly by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt so cool calm and nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Falling so high I feel so right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But wait. Why was I born?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it only to fall rest of my life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren’t I of any use?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I just a raindrop?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So small and insignificant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So fragile and meaningless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO time to think now I was already falling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I closed my eyes, and felt myself hit on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And open my eyes, saw the world smiling with life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hence I knew my life purpose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a little raindrop giving life and happiness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1119190637353008934?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1119190637353008934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1119190637353008934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1119190637353008934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1119190637353008934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/raindrop.html' title='Raindrop'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-107826159710656336</id><published>2008-09-15T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:12:56.922+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven not forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The title say it all but if you need more explaining well that’s what am about to do. We do mistakes sometimes and you may find that they are acceptable at that point yet letter when you think more, you will find that it is not so. However if you meant what you did back, and meant with the whole heart of you just wait for the com-back... It’s as clear as crystal you will get it back... I am telling you through personal experience, being a LEARNING-2-Live human I have done mistakes and mischievs and I have learned through them... Hence my mission of life is to live it carefree and with minimal heartaches to my surroundings :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also this note is especially to all those wonderful people once I knew and still I know please do forgive me for what I have done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a closing statement I would like to stress on the fact that mistakes can be forgiven but never forgotten…&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/2772445559600298127-107826159710656336?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/107826159710656336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=107826159710656336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/107826159710656336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/107826159710656336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgiven-not-forgotten.html' title='Forgiven not forgotten'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-2264589024930056446</id><published>2008-09-15T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:47:44.115+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>Each night when I look up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I see stars shining, in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Then I made one wish&lt;br /&gt;That you would be here to give me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;And something just struck to me.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is not the same&lt;br /&gt;Something different and... &lt;br /&gt;it’s not the same everyday&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked into my heart and thought.&lt;br /&gt;Was it the same one from the start, was it you that I really want?&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a shining star, but actually its not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for that special one, That special one who made all the magic&lt;br /&gt;Who made it worth living every night&lt;br /&gt;With or without starts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-2264589024930056446?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/2264589024930056446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=2264589024930056446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2264589024930056446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/2264589024930056446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-6871268042600389462</id><published>2008-09-15T21:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:05:08.082+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aint no sunshine when she/he is gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSFy3y5TIBI/AAAAAAAAABs/hrkVMi5sWSI/s1600-h/20022008229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269619341880664082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSFy3y5TIBI/AAAAAAAAABs/hrkVMi5sWSI/s400/20022008229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that the same for everyone of us...I mean for me it should be "Aint no sunshine when he is gone.." (Definitely phew)Yeah I think it was...So for first few months it was "aint no sunshine" but then like all other human we see the beauty of darkness...I mean there is the moonlight and the shinning starts... a torch light… lamps... Car lights... Disco lights.. And so I can go on and on and on… All which tells us that another sort of a life and hope is out there...And the next is a whole new day with a brighter sun (Okay it can be HOTTER too)...So nothing to worry just wait and see…&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated for a very sweet friend of mine.. And to a sunshine that went away few months ago.. Keep the Sunny smiling people.&lt;br /&gt;This note will not make any sense for most of you...that’s just me thinks things crazy :) but someone will get my thoughts soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-6871268042600389462?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/6871268042600389462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=6871268042600389462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6871268042600389462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/6871268042600389462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/aint-no-sunshine-when-shehe-is-gone.html' title='Aint no sunshine when she/he is gone..'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SSFy3y5TIBI/AAAAAAAAABs/hrkVMi5sWSI/s72-c/20022008229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-1622610084176220336</id><published>2008-09-15T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:47:44.115+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I would do anything for love</title><content type='html'>I would do anything for love&lt;br /&gt;That’s what you said to me..&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what I believed you would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for love&lt;br /&gt;Is what I believed in so much&lt;br /&gt;That made me not to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came and you went&lt;br /&gt;Now I am all alone&lt;br /&gt;Sitting a hoping that one day&lt;br /&gt;You will come and ease my mind again&lt;br /&gt;Just like the way you did back then&lt;br /&gt;Make me go higher to the heaven above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turn back and see&lt;br /&gt;I did make a mistake…&lt;br /&gt;I did a mistake which I can not undo…&lt;br /&gt;Past is past please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I need you so badly, that it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Do anything for love&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;I DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-1622610084176220336?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/1622610084176220336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=1622610084176220336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1622610084176220336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/1622610084176220336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-would-do-anything-for-love.html' title='I would do anything for love'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-8869350599441793818</id><published>2008-09-15T16:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:46:53.951+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Do I miss you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I still believe we can make this right&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I remember and I cry&lt;br /&gt;Will you care if you see how much I die inside&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss then the love we had&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just another illusion I have in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I cry I die I survive I smile&lt;br /&gt;I try to make it alright&lt;br /&gt;Will you still care if you know that&lt;br /&gt;I know that you never cared then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/07/2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-8869350599441793818?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/feeds/8869350599441793818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2772445559600298127&amp;postID=8869350599441793818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/8869350599441793818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2772445559600298127/posts/default/8869350599441793818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ran-nelee.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-i-miss-you.html' title='Do I miss you?'/><author><name>Ranmalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979266594003277429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2usSiCszFdg/SUCkLLwif0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RWuazIkBNzA/S220/hand3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772445559600298127.post-7373191189209650303</id><published>2008-09-15T15:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:18:39.222+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>When you are not around..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you know that I talk so much when you are not around&lt;br /&gt;I tell everything to you,&lt;br /&gt;My happiness&lt;br /&gt;My sadness&lt;br /&gt;My heartfelt and heart not felt feeling,&lt;br /&gt;How my day has being and how it should have being&lt;br /&gt;I tell them to you and I see how you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;How you advice me and make me feel all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I am with you,&lt;br /&gt;I am not what I am in my mind&lt;br /&gt;My whole day is not important any more&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is stay like this forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you and feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to share my day with you&lt;br /&gt;But my overwhelming love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/09/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2772445559600298127-7373191189209650303?l=ran-nelee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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