<?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-4687709321743595997</id><updated>2012-01-09T01:44:53.372+05:30</updated><category term='grammy'/><category term='Friendly Fire'/><category term='dixie chicks'/><category term='facts'/><category term='Hull'/><category term='mary j blige'/><category term='Matty'/><category term='youngest'/><category term='james blunt'/><category term='Anna Nicole'/><category term='initium'/><category term='Iraq'/><category term='elvis'/><title type='text'>Hanging in There</title><subtitle type='html'>The World...through my eyes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-2834978995056122710</id><published>2007-02-12T14:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T14:17:48.251+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james blunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary j blige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dixie chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elvis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youngest'/><title type='text'>The Grammy 2007</title><content type='html'>oh it breaks my heart that James Blunt did not get the "Song of the Year" for the soul - touching song "You are beutiful". i remember the first time that i heard it... i stopped dead in my track.... what a voice, what lyrics and what music. it was a complete package deal. i dont say that the dixie chicks were not good enough, but tell me honestly, can u really get that tune out of your head. when james blunt sings "You are beutiful..... its ture" , u really feel that way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winners taking it all were ---&lt;br /&gt;ALBUM OF THE YEAR&lt;br /&gt;* Taking The Long Way, Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;RECORD OF THE YEAR&lt;br /&gt;* Not Ready To Make Nice, Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE YEAR (nominated songwriters)&lt;br /&gt;* Not Ready to Make Nice, Martie Maguire, Natalie Maines, Emily Robison &amp; Dan Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST NEW ARTIST&lt;br /&gt;* Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST MALE R&amp;amp;B VOCAL PERFORMANCE&lt;br /&gt;* John Legend, Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FEMALE R&amp;B VOCAL PERFORMANCE&lt;br /&gt;* Mary J. Blige, Be Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BEST R&amp;B ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;* The Breakthrough, Mary J. Blige BEST POP PERFORMANCE BY A DUO OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP WITH VOCAL&lt;br /&gt;* The Black Eyed Peas, My Humps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST POP VOCAL ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;* Continuum, John Mayer,  BEST ROCK ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST ROCK PERFORMANCE BY A DUO OR GROUP WITH VOCAL&lt;br /&gt;* Dani California, Red Hot Chili Peppers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST ROCK SOLO VOCAL PERFORMANCE* Bob Dylan, Someday Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST RAP SOLO PERFORMANCE&lt;br /&gt;* What You Know, T.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BEST RAP/SUNG COLLABORATION&lt;br /&gt;* My Love, Justin Timberlake featuring T.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST RAP ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;* Release Therapy, Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST COUNTRY SONG (nominated songwriters)&lt;br /&gt;* Jesus, Take The Wheel, Brett James, Hillary Lindsey &amp; Gordie Sampson, songwriters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST COUNTRY PERFORMANCE BY A DUO OR GROUP&lt;br /&gt;* Dixie Chicks, Not Ready to Make Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST COUNTRY COLLABORATION WITH VOCALS&lt;br /&gt;* Bon Jovi &amp; Jennifer Nettles, Who Says You Can't Go Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST COUNTRY ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;* Taking The Long Way, Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST GOSPEL PERFORMANCE&lt;br /&gt;* Yolanda Adams, Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MY GRAMMY MOMENT" WINNER&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/mygrammymoment/bios.asp?artist=robynntroup" target="_blank"&gt;Robyn Troup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some Grammy Facts on the go.... will mention as much as i can manage by the time the tea i have place on the stove gets done... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first Grammy awards ceremony was held in 1958&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grammy is short for Gramophone, which was a trademarked name for a phonograph, or record player, dating from 1887.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first Album of the Year Grammy was awarded to "Peter Gunn" by Henry Mancini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only artist to refuse a Grammy was Sinead O'Connor, who won the Best Alternative Music Performance for "I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got," in 1990.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only artist to have a Grammy revoked was Milli Vanilli for Best New Artist in 1989. They beat out Soul II Soul, Neneh Cherry, Indigo Girls and Tone Loc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jackson was nominated for 12 Grammys in 1984, setting a record that stood until Babyface tied it in 1992&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ella Fitzgerald won 13 Grammys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles never won a Record of the Year Grammy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elvis Presley never won a Grammy in a nonreligious music category&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul Simon (1970), Carol King (1971), Christopher Cross (1980) and Eric Clapton (1992) are the only four artists to have won Grammys for Record, Album and Song of the Year in the same year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The youngest person ever to win a major Grammy was Leann Rimes, who was 14 when she won Best New Artist in 1997&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1975, Natalie Cole became the first African-American to win the Best New Artist Grammy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;President Bill Clinton and Senator Hilary Clinton have won Grammys for Best Spoken Word or Non-Musical album. His was in 2004 for "My Life;" hers was in 1996 for "It Takes a Village&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grammy awards are determined by approximately 10,000 members of the Recording Academy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary J. Blige thanked 55 people -- including God, Jesus, her three children, countless record-company executives and the tape-delivery guy -- and spoke for nearly two minutes in accepting the 2007 Grammy for R&amp;B album of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-2834978995056122710?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/2834978995056122710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=2834978995056122710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/2834978995056122710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/2834978995056122710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2007/02/grammy-2007.html' title='The Grammy 2007'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-3810728476851497178</id><published>2007-02-09T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:16:46.134+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Nicole'/><title type='text'>Anna Nicole Smith dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcwAB_-oMVI/AAAAAAAAACY/E3iHRr7u5Fk/s1600-h/anna_nicole_smith_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029394918219985234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcwAB_-oMVI/AAAAAAAAACY/E3iHRr7u5Fk/s200/anna_nicole_smith_death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna Nicole Smith died Thursday at a South Florida hospital after being discovered unconscious in her hotel room.&lt;/div&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;The reality TV star, Playboy Playmate and former Guess model was 39.&lt;br /&gt;She checked into the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel &amp; Casino in Hollywood, Florida, on Monday with her lawyer and boyfriend, Howard K. Stern. Smith's private nurse called hotel workers at 1:38 p.m. and security officials went to the room to find her dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smith was known as much for her sometimes-turbulent life off-camera as she was for her tabloid celebrity. The former topless dancer in Houston made her first appearance in Playboy in 1992, was named Playmate of the Year in 1993, and appeared in Guess jeans ads and movies.&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, Smith launched a reality television program, "The Anna Nicole Show," on the E! Entertainment network. At one point, it was the network's highest-rated program.&lt;br /&gt;She shocked people by marrying 89-year-old Texas oil magnate Howard Marshall II, who had an estate valued at $1.6 billion. He died the next year, and Smith waged a 12-year feud with Marshall's son, E. Pierce Marshall, over the inheritance&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/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcwA0_-oMWI/AAAAAAAAACg/yXEBJiexZjU/s1600-h/anna_nicole_smith_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029395794393313634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcwA0_-oMWI/AAAAAAAAACg/yXEBJiexZjU/s200/anna_nicole_smith_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its said that death of Smith's son, Daniel, last year left her deeply saddened, a sadness she hid from everyone. Her daughter, Dannielynn Hope, who Smith gave birth to a few days before Daniel, 20, died,is now without a mother. &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/4687709321743595997-3810728476851497178?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3810728476851497178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=3810728476851497178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/3810728476851497178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/3810728476851497178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2007/02/anna-nicole-smith-dies.html' title='Anna Nicole Smith dies'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcwAB_-oMVI/AAAAAAAAACY/E3iHRr7u5Fk/s72-c/anna_nicole_smith_death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-1332385304268494667</id><published>2007-02-07T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:58:30.575+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendly Fire'/><title type='text'>Matty died for no reason except for two American pilots cowboying in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcmbHCZYqtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wohfa8M_9C8/s1600-h/0,,2007060312,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028721004140604114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcmbHCZYqtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wohfa8M_9C8/s320/0,,2007060312,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L/Cpl Matty Hull, 25, was killed and four other British soldiers were injured in the incident, near Basra in southern Iraq on March 28 2003&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appears that the American pilots had no real idea where they were, and even though their controllers told them there were 'friendlies' in the vicinity, they still mistook the orange recognition flashes on the vehicles as rocket launchers. They also seemed to think that Scimitar armoured vehicles looked like flat-bed trucks.What I also heard was the shock and grief from the pilots when they realised what they had done. Sobbing could clearly be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that in the heat of battle, things can get very confused and accidents will always happen - it is, after all, part of being human, but that being said, it was daylight and visibility was reasonable, - and at the end of the day, taking time to check once more could have meant the Corporal Matty Hull might still be alive today.Time spent in reconnaissance is seldom wasted, and in this case, can save lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcmbZiZYquI/AAAAAAAAABE/ktr3N-rYrco/s1600-h/uhull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028721321968184034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcmbZiZYquI/AAAAAAAAABE/ktr3N-rYrco/s200/uhull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;when exactly American president will understand that he has no rite to invade a country and cause so many deaths. his stubbornness has killed so many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcmZyyZYqsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2-49hrx4PAg/s1600-h/uhull.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the British soldier Hull Matty was killed in a so called friendly fire, the true facts were hidden for good 4 years and one of the two pilots involved in it even got promotions. it really makes me sick to know that they are refusing to let a tape be used in the inquest when its already all over the Internet.It is a simple matter and I simply fail to understand why it is proving so difficult to resolve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the heart of this matter is a grieving family who have already had to wait far too long for this inquest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-1332385304268494667?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1332385304268494667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=1332385304268494667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/1332385304268494667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/1332385304268494667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2007/02/matty-died-for-no-reason-except-for-two.html' title='Matty died for no reason except for two American pilots cowboying in the sky'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RcmbHCZYqtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wohfa8M_9C8/s72-c/0,,2007060312,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-1302057589045581676</id><published>2007-02-06T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:22:34.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Karamchand is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RchPoyZYqoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g8fj0MQWMiQ/s1600-h/karamchand_showimg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028356546100767362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLtSyfKsjR4/RchPoyZYqoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g8fj0MQWMiQ/s200/karamchand_showimg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;‘Karamchand’&lt;/strong&gt; first came onto television back in the ‘80’s it made waves. Being one of India’s very first detective series it gathered a massive fan following, and went on to receive cult status. Same old &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Karamchand&lt;/span&gt;, with an all new look is back on Sony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of the things that contribute to the success of the serial are brilliant performances, plots that connect with the masses and the stunning characterization chalked out by the director that make detective Karamchand and his side kick Kitty both vivid and irreplaceable. Detective Karamchand is a delightful mix of humour and logic. Unlike most other detectives, he doesn’t rely on high tech gadgets or forsenics to solve his cases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He instead looks into his cases from a different perspective and uses methods of deduction and logic. He is aided by Kitty, a glamorous but ditsy assistant. They solve the cases based on Karamchand’s quirky deductions, and sometimes a stroke of luck as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An interesting facet to Karamchand’s characterization is the fact that he keeps chewing carrots all the time, especially when he’s thinking… and somewhere subtly through the plots his genius is linked with the carrots, just the way Pop –eye’s strength comes from his spinach! The talented Bollywood actor Panakj Kapur plays Karamchand and the series is directed by the veteran filmmaker Pankuj Parashar who is director of the original series too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-1302057589045581676?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1302057589045581676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=1302057589045581676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/1302057589045581676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h, it has been a hectic week with me busy revamping &lt;a href="http://www.biren-speaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vir's Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;. it was tiring but very fulfilling. the days flew by and now i have decided to create some new and better templates. i m thinking about starting a new blog which will provide free three column templates for download. with whole day at my own disposal... i m spending 9-10 hours in front of the computer... in a way it is preparing me for future when i again plunge into the working-world... till then.....i will keep the happy mood up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-8033946893700205989?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-2954844104547140990</id><published>2007-01-04T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:56:35.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; m back after a long long time. last month went in a jiffy with things happening all around me. i fell sick and then as usual got better before i actually was. had no other option. this years has brought good news. someone i really dislike is going out of my life for a month or so. i m so very looking forward to the relaxed time. only sad thing is that i will have to spend two days without vir too.... which i know i m gonna hate. he is the only person who cares for me and i m going to be all alone without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have decided that this year i m going to be what he wants me to be - HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that i will have to take some hard decisions. but i HAVE to take them to stop myself from going insane... and i know, when i m in pain, when my heart is broken, vir also feels it. i dont want him to ever be sad. so my list of resolutions go like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be positive, dont let anything defeat me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a baby. i m so madly waiting to have our baby in my hands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mark my terriroty very very clearly and not let ANYONE intrude in that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure i keep myself up to date with the IT domain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure that our baby grows up in an environment which enables him/her to have all the advantage in the cut throat world. environment which is not regressive and is academicaly stimulating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep the resolution.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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href="http://www.moviecodec.com/topics/2420p4.html"&gt;http://www.moviecodec.com/topics/2420p4.html&lt;/a&gt;" , u know u have hit the rock bottom. any guesses how to reach at this place. well ... the truth is, u have to type "i m so lonely" in the search thread and Bamm!!! here u are. jokes aside, there are 6 billion human being in the world. 99% must be able to communicate in one way or other... still we are the loneliest race in the world... why? why are we so scared of saying what is in our heart? is it the fear of rejection, no i guess its the fear of getting rejected again. what do u do when promises are not kept. what do u do when your anchor says " u r too heavy to hold on". what do u do when everything just stops mattering. do u give up? or do u give sign before giving up? what if u are still not heard and you have no where to go. do u take th eultimate path? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is that it hurts the most when we are left on our own by the people who matter the most in our life? technically it should hurt the same, isnt it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does the pain go when life ends?? or u get stuck in between.. the no man's land?&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/4687709321743595997-5769210854267474652?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5769210854267474652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=5769210854267474652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/5769210854267474652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in my mind all the time.. guess its love) around me for 2 days.... so i m in light mood. my fav drink is right beside me, a steaming black coffee while i do some stupid search and find some hillarious facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Google for "i hate bush" gives 1,69,000 hits, for "i hate osama" gives "640" . try it. well i guess its not that surprising.. so towards some real stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Should there be a crash, Prince Charles and Prince William never travel on the same airplane as a precaution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache on a standard playing card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.There is one slot machine in Las Vegas for every eight inhabitants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The names of Popeye's four nephews are Pipeye, Peepeye, Pupeye, and Poopeye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.The Nobel Peace Prize medal depicts three naked men with their hands on each other's&lt;br /&gt;shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.An earthquake on Dec. 16, 1811 caused parts of the Mississippi River to flow backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Men are 6 times more likely to be struck by lightning than women! (i told ya, god is a woman )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.It is estimated that millions of trees in the world are accidentally planted by squirrels who bury nuts and then forget where they hid them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Ernest Vincent Wright wrote a novel, "Gadsby", which contains over 50,000 words -- none of them with the letter E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If one places a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion, it willinstantly go mad and sting itself to death. (Who was the sadist who discovered this??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law whichstated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Guinness Book of Records holds the record for being the bookmost often stolen from public libraries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The glue on Israeli postage is certified kosher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321(who found this man!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King DavidHearts - CharlemagneClubs -Alexander, the GreatDiamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;21. If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter "A"?&lt;br /&gt;A. One thousand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?A. All invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them, "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down."&lt;br /&gt;It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-8741614143092436016?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8741614143092436016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=8741614143092436016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/8741614143092436016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/8741614143092436016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny-facts.html' title='Funny Facts.....'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-5841271809798193329</id><published>2006-11-10T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:54:46.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It Breaks My Heart</title><content type='html'>When I think about what I’ve done all the pain I have bung&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should have walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;When I turned away form you when ever there where hard times&lt;br /&gt;How could you still be with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was no mistake when I hurt you that day&lt;br /&gt;And went out with somebody new&lt;br /&gt;But still you forgave me like it was so easy&lt;br /&gt;I should have been mad at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it breaks my heart to think that loving me is not easy to do&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t mean to make it hard, sorry for all the changes I put you thought&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to believe that after everything that you were still right beside me&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t change you for this whole world thankful just being your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gave you my heart cuz I never thought you deserved any of me&lt;br /&gt;And never told you how I felt, when even inside I knew that your really what I need&lt;br /&gt;And I always gave you up whenever I thought something better come alone&lt;br /&gt;And right when I come back your waiting for me and you welcome me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it breaks my heart to think that loving me is not easy to do&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t mean to make it hard, sorry for all the changes I put you thought&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to believe that after everything that you were still right beside me&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t change you for this whole world thankful just being your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes my whole life I’ll make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I been so cruel, and you given you love to me in spite of everything&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve you, from this day forward Im truly yours&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to see that we were meant for one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Baby it breaks my heart to think that loving me is not easy to do&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t mean to make it hard, sorry for all the changes I put you thought&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to believe that after everything that you were still right beside me&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t change you for this whole world thankful just being your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it breaks my heart to think that loving me is not easy to do&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t mean to make it hard, sorry for all the changes I put you thought&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to believe that after everything that you were still right beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t change you for this whole world thankful just being your girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-5841271809798193329?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5841271809798193329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=5841271809798193329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/5841271809798193329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/5841271809798193329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-think-about-what-ive-done-all.html' title='It Breaks My Heart'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-6130247920510870493</id><published>2006-11-09T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:48:52.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness Comes Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like nothing I have ever felt before.&lt;br /&gt;It eats away at me.&lt;br /&gt;Devouring me with every thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is the passageway to my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of broken pieces I lay,&lt;br /&gt;Cowering in shame.&lt;br /&gt;Visions of you projected in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;As the love I never had slowly sinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the depth of my soul, I feel your lurking presence.&lt;br /&gt;Decaying knowledge of what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;Haunting my dreams, you torment my suppressed thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia becomes my only friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the sleepy presence of death,&lt;br /&gt;yet I yurn to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;Longing for comfort in the starlit journeys of others.&lt;br /&gt;I crave the devotion of loving arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone I do not hear,&lt;br /&gt;And sence none of my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is sober in the drunkest state.&lt;br /&gt;Veins and arteries clogged with dry tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat strained eyes,&lt;br /&gt;No longer obstructed by obsolete views.&lt;br /&gt;Indulged with ridicule,&lt;br /&gt;A blue sea of wisdom quivers my lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft spoken are the words,&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;Loneliness comes without you&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;- anonymous- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-6130247920510870493?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/6130247920510870493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-2617849655868809422</id><published>2006-11-07T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:27:29.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Music of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6621/572230141814403/1600/290374699_d03a889bbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6621/572230141814403/320/290374699_d03a889bbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it has been 9 hours since he left. In that time,i have cleaned, cooked, cooked again, fed my babies, thought of the days gone by, thought of things gone wrong.It may sound depressing but it is not. It is funny, interesting and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Not for the first time and within these 9 hours, it has struck me how much noise human beings make. We are constantly talking, shifting, walking about, moving things about, etc even when we don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always loved solitude since I can remember. There is something rather magical about keeping still and silent and having a conversation with only one person: you. This is perhaps because my family was small and personal space was more abundant than the mosquito in my room.&lt;br /&gt;my home is a suburb of the commercial capital of India, Mumbai. some people say that i m so lucky to have moved to such a "happening" city. but i never wanted this ho hum. never. i have always been a loner. its easy to be alone. its safe. as long as u keep yourself from hurting. hah. so at the end of the day u HAVE to, just have to get hurt. isn't it. the more the pain, the more the ecstasy. it need not be a physical affliction. a good heartbreak lasts for weeks, and if provided by a near one, a dear one, well.... u can make it last for months....&lt;br /&gt;does that make you a stress junkie? Stress junkies are people who, without even knowing it, use their own physiological responses as a mood-altering device. When we perceive ourselves to be in a threatening situation, we have specific reactions designed to help us either run like hell or battle for our lives: Our blood pressure increases (my doc will be happy as i have low blood pressure) and our digestive processes slow down (doesn't sound too well, i tend to gain weight easily). but otherwise its nice.&lt;br /&gt;the comfort of that well worn shell. the one gifted to you by someone you trusted in the childhood. hey, u have to pay for that shell baby. it not given to the unworthy. u have to belong to the chosen bunch of people god sent on the planet to love and trust and.... baby, u have to love and trust, then only u can get betrayed.... isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pain makes you grow strong... pain makes you come closer to god... lifts you. its much easier to be strong... yeah..well, isn't it obvious that if you are strong, u can handle many things... u can take many blows... the most though thing in the world is to be weak, to be vulnerable. its easy to doubt... its very tough to trust... again.. so , wasn't the albino priest right when he said "pain is good".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly a time comes when nothing hurts you anymore, nothing breaks you anymore.. if u find something u truly wanted all your life it gives you the same feeling that loosing the same thing gives. isn't it what the wise old men meant by nirvana. they also embraced the same path, the path of pain, separation, loneliness.... they used to go in the mountains and stay there all alone, without proper food and only themselves as the company... and yeah, dear old god... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up last night feeling the same lightness of my body, the sense of liberation. wanted to just get up from the bed and make a cup of hot black coffee and sit by the window... look thorugh the night... everyone sleeping. just me and myself.. but an arm, so protectively covering me, held me down... the sweet trusting and loving face, of so angelic in the deep slumber held me back. no, i m not liberated. i have a bond, i have someone who needs me.. who feels the pain when i m hurting..... sorry god. cant join you right now. of all the bonds in the world.. the bond of love is the strongest one... the cup of coffee will have to wait. i will have to move on. the temptation is great. but i have someone to look after... u will have to wait.. till then, hear the music of silence.&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/4687709321743595997-2617849655868809422?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/2617849655868809422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=2617849655868809422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/2617849655868809422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/2617849655868809422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2006/11/music-of-silence.html' title='Music of silence'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-5533564384187509180</id><published>2006-10-31T14:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:49:58.327+05:30</updated><title type='text'>loosing my baby, pandy</title><content type='html'>sometimes a day comes which is so dark that you start fearing, "have i gone blind?" blindness may have been a blessing for me today. it would have saved me from witnessing one of the most traumatic moments of my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every morning after i send my hubby to office, i go to our small aquarium to give our babies the breakfast. its a bliss, watching them get exited on seeing me. as if they know me by my face. may be they do. there are, no were 6 of them. two Goldfishes, two Redhat Goldfishes and two Angel fishes, named Romeo, Medusa, Ceaser, Tabasco, Andy and Pandy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6621/572230141814403/320/our%20babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time when i went to them, i knew what it meant to feel heartbroken. Pandy was floating on her back on the water.  i felt like screaming... my heart was saying "its just a dream". but i knew, i had lost her. taking her lifeless body out of the aquarium and giving her a water burial was the toughest thing i have ever done in my life.  other than my husband, they are the only friend i have got. they love me without any condition. they never turn their back on me. and now, one is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember , whenever i used to go out of the home for few days, they used to become restless. digging the pebbles and sand we have placed there. my hubby loves them more than even i do. i don't know what his reaction is gonna be when he comes back home in the evening. we have each other to hold on to. and now i m so scared for 5 of them left. every half an hour i go and check on them if they are well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a child is never supposed to die before the mother... its just not done...&lt;br /&gt;this one question more to god... why are u hurting me like this??? what did i do? and if i did something, then why make my babies pay for that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-5533564384187509180?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5533564384187509180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=5533564384187509180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/5533564384187509180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/5533564384187509180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2006/10/loosing-my-baby-pandy.html' title='loosing my baby, pandy'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-3563030093999619428</id><published>2006-10-28T20:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:31:32.887+05:30</updated><title type='text'>End of Days !!! devil cometh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was just going through the usual news pages when something caught my eye. it was a short link which led me to a site which claims that the current Pope gonna last a very short time and then devil will impersonate late Pope john paul II and that will be the end of days for the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6621/572230141814403/320/table_2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldslastchance.com/index.php?p=next_and_last_pope.php"&gt;http://www.worldslastchance.com/index.php?p=next_and_last_pope.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do we really need the devil to take the pain of coming to earth himself? what about the hate we all have inside us. why has it become so tough to love, to enjoy someone else's happiness? why "me" , "mine" all the time? i am no one to take names here because i m also the same. why do i want to be happy just by making me comfortable, and loved and wanted, what about loving and wanting others?? does the devil live inside me too? i guess it does.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-3563030093999619428?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3563030093999619428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=3563030093999619428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/3563030093999619428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/3563030093999619428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-days-devil-cometh.html' title='End of Days !!! devil cometh'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-3541519988248180002</id><published>2006-10-25T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:34:58.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its perhaps one of the most commonly used words. i m remembering few lines from the movie "love actually". something which said that the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most universal feeling of the world is indeed .. "Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it drives the world. love for a person, love for an animal, love of doing something, love of NOT doing 'anything' , love for god. even the terrorist Love to HATE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it makes us strong, sometimes it makes us weak. when i left my wretched job without any other backup, it was the strength  given by the love my man had for me. i was strong enough to say "i Quit" (Oh... how i loved it).  every morning when i let him go out of my sight to the same trains which were blown away by the serial bomb blast in Mumbai, its my love for god that gives me strength. but at the same time, love makes us do things we would never have done if it wasn’t for 'that person' , 'that place', 'that moment'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, hurts like hell when we do something that is Oh so against our ethics, morals and consciousness. yet we do it, again and again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-3541519988248180002?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3541519988248180002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=3541519988248180002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/3541519988248180002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/3541519988248180002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2006/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687709321743595997.post-8385886401052583799</id><published>2006-10-23T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:12:52.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='initium'/><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>its amazing how a person like me who has been in the IT sector for last 7-8 years is posting her first Blog so late. Don't get me wrong. i m not lazy or marooned on my own island. its just that i have this problem of sharing my experience with anyone. and here, all the world is an audience.&lt;br /&gt;but something happened to me 7 months ago that changed me... very slowly, but effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for many girls in India its the end of freedom, end of being able to do, say, think what we like. but not for me. its been the most wonderful 7 months for me. No, i DID NOT grow up. No i did not become mature and grown up. i became a child again. i found the childhood that i never had. first time i believed in the fact that even i can be important for someone even if i m not standing first in the class or supporting my family. i can ask for something i want, wish to have. and i know that i don't have to be strong like a steel brick. i can be weak, i can cry. there is someone who holds me and tell me that everything is going to be fine. he is not god. he cant make everything work the way its supposed to, but he is the next closest thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post wedding life hasn't exactly been the bed of roses. i have had many painful moments. but whenever those moments make me feel lost and failed, our love gives me courage to face the morning and face the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't believe that i had lost him, well nearly lost him so many times, but he was always there. waiting for me. every time i fell, he took me in his arms, made me stand on my feet again, and then stepped back int he shadows... like a guarding angel...&lt;br /&gt;how will i ever make it up to him for all those times i have hurt him real bad...&lt;br /&gt;may be one day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687709321743595997-8385886401052583799?l=may-be-one-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8385886401052583799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687709321743595997&amp;postID=8385886401052583799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/8385886401052583799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687709321743595997/posts/default/8385886401052583799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://may-be-one-day.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791193872964441251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/385357772_c72b03d33f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
