<?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-6705790252159556574</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:22:54.664-08:00</updated><category term='Memories'/><category term='Mood swings'/><category term='India Today'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Food for thought'/><category term='Conversation'/><category term='Lessons'/><category term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>Ponder and  Wonder</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-7649743179833227206</id><published>2009-12-31T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:28:55.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood swings'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sz2i0q-OpeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NqGrQ6OYpE8/s1600-h/new+years+resolutions-saidaonline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sz2i0q-OpeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NqGrQ6OYpE8/s400/new+years+resolutions-saidaonline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421668552196138466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my new year's resolutions, which I am sure will be broken in due course of time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drastic cut down on junk food consumption.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise regularly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk less and Listen More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lead a more purposeful and organized life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save more money....Going to keep an account of every single pie I spend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;One of my favorite dialogues, this is from the movie "When Harry Met Sally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-7649743179833227206?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7649743179833227206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7649743179833227206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sz2i0q-OpeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NqGrQ6OYpE8/s72-c/new+years+resolutions-saidaonline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-7895599740090311769</id><published>2009-12-29T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:03:20.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>At Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SznO9dpB5FI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0vbVRab_A_o/s1600-h/pelanning.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SznO9dpB5FI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0vbVRab_A_o/s400/pelanning.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420591181841163346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just trying to define an awkward moment and its after effects on me. ( my brain becomes totally dis functional) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note - we are just friends&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to this person, a nice conversation indeed and all of a sudden an unexpected dialogue is thrown at my face, the feeling is something like your driving really fast on a smooth road and a pot hole pops up, wherein you don't even have time to put the breaks....OK lets come back to my story, sad comparison I know! couldn't think of a better way to put it across. For a moment I was blank, now how am I suppose to react to that statement...First response - I give him a fake smile, second response - I say " See you later I need to catch up with some pending work", third response - I sit at my desk and think! think! think ( all kinds of permutations and combination's), fourth response - blame myself, fifth response - sulk, sixth response - I try and keep myself occupied with work so that I don't think too much, seventh response - I wonder may be I am making a big deal out of nothing, eighth response - I don't care, ninth response - Off course I care, before the tenth response I receive a message from him which said "All quite in the wireless front" ....hmmm... eleventh response, I was making a mountain out of a mole Hill...That's me at times :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-7895599740090311769?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7895599740090311769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7895599740090311769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-times.html' title='At Times'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SznO9dpB5FI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0vbVRab_A_o/s72-c/pelanning.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-3636724292407870747</id><published>2009-12-28T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:51:51.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Szh_cXYc7AI/AAAAAAAAAbU/558m1WmkmU8/s1600-h/Calender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Szh_cXYc7AI/AAAAAAAAAbU/558m1WmkmU8/s320/Calender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420222276830030850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - Unemployed&lt;br /&gt;February - Hurt&lt;br /&gt;March - Depressed&lt;br /&gt;April - Angry&lt;br /&gt;May - Confused&lt;br /&gt;June - Employed&lt;br /&gt;July - Numb&lt;br /&gt;August - Spiritual&lt;br /&gt;September - Peace&lt;br /&gt;October - Faith&lt;br /&gt;November - Hope&lt;br /&gt;December - :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-3636724292407870747?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3636724292407870747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3636724292407870747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Szh_cXYc7AI/AAAAAAAAAbU/558m1WmkmU8/s72-c/Calender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-3516681291495418555</id><published>2009-12-15T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:02:53.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SyeyA5cHwwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EX4XuTnWt2A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415492805424825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SyeyA5cHwwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EX4XuTnWt2A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a kid each time I passed by a toy store, I would stand still, with my eyes wide open and gaze at the dolls that were displayed on the shelves, especially the one that had shiny glittering wings, a crown on her head, a wand in her hand and she wore a lovely pink outfit, dad would say its expensive and then take my hand and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I walked past the same store, they had a similar doll put up on the shelf, I don’t seem to be enamored by it anymore, but there was this little girl who stood in front of the store just like the way I did a couple of years back, she was pestering her mommy to buy her the doll, her mommy whispered something in the kid’s ears, held her hand and both of them walked away :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-3516681291495418555?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3516681291495418555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3516681291495418555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SyeyA5cHwwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EX4XuTnWt2A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-5681498538484330096</id><published>2009-12-09T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:18:26.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood swings'/><title type='text'>Happiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sx93hIuhjEI/AAAAAAAAAas/rId8x8KDIhE/s1600-h/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sx93hIuhjEI/AAAAAAAAAas/rId8x8KDIhE/s200/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413176688284634178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was asked to define "Happiness", I don't have an accurate answer to the question, so lemme list out a few things that make me happy or smile or elated or jubilant, whatever one may call it....On your mark get set here I go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praying ( renders peace and yeah! I do feel happy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good movie ( Chic flicks or Romantic Comedies...I don't watch horror movies it some how has a negative impact on my mind).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading my grandmother's letters (she used to write to me when I was away from home)...In this so called e-mail era, getting a hand written letter is rare, probably one can make a big deal out of it....I used to eagerly wait for those month on month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sipping hot coffee and watching the rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long walks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calvin and Hobbes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PJ's (Poor Jokes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cozy! sleeping under the blanket when its chill outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers and Chocolates (I keep buying stuff for myself all the time) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The weird part is sometimes I feel happy for no specific reason at all, its true what these famous philosophers have said or keep saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Happiness does come from within"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-5681498538484330096?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/5681498538484330096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/5681498538484330096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sx93hIuhjEI/AAAAAAAAAas/rId8x8KDIhE/s72-c/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-5210389014281923359</id><published>2009-12-05T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:55:35.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>One of those days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SxsdFc8seXI/AAAAAAAAAak/Mbn80b0iYNg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411951356723100018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SxsdFc8seXI/AAAAAAAAAak/Mbn80b0iYNg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tears kept rolling down, the past week had been very stressful both at work and home, all I wanted to do was quit and abscond to some other planet. Usually I put myself to sleep when I am depressed, strangely this time I couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;The battle was too hard for me to fight all by myself and so I decided to take out the white flag, as soon as I surrendered I heard a voice from within saying “ God’s in control” that was it! I was absolutely fine, the dejected low feeling wasn’t there anymore, solace had been granted from up above:).&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/6705790252159556574-5210389014281923359?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/5210389014281923359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/5210389014281923359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SxsdFc8seXI/AAAAAAAAAak/Mbn80b0iYNg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-187761257300575348</id><published>2009-08-20T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:13:35.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Break Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/So48qTTKNSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z3SKqZ-XN44/s1600-h/ice_break_up_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/So48qTTKNSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z3SKqZ-XN44/s320/ice_break_up_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372298102932387106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog does not talk about me breaking up with someone, its just a general view on the subject :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When a relationship ends, the process of change occurs in life, which results in depression, confusion, denial and weariness. The shattering of hopes, desires and dreams can make one  feel as though their heart has been torn apart with a sharp knife. Recovery could mean fighting back the strong emotions and attachments, which is ought to be very tough and painful.&lt;br /&gt;Its absolutely normal to shell out tears, pour out anger and asked to be left alone for sometime when your going through this phase. Even though moving on seems to be an impossible task, in due course of time one does reach the acceptance stage, where you understand yourself and life better. I want to quote one of my favorite lines " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken relationships are like broken glass bottles, it is better to leave them broken than trying to hurt yourself sticking them back together - Anonymous". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-187761257300575348?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/187761257300575348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/187761257300575348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-up.html' title='Break Up'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/So48qTTKNSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z3SKqZ-XN44/s72-c/ice_break_up_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-8554317006246303912</id><published>2009-06-26T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:49:26.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Seed Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SkoF7OmaAQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/l-Yu805xjuc/s1600-h/seed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SkoF7OmaAQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/l-Yu805xjuc/s400/seed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353097622172860674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend's father kept telling her that she was not smart enough in academics and other extra curricular activities as compared to her peers in school. This statement had a huge impact on her life. My friend works for a popular MNC, she lacks confidence and self esteem. She  feels that her colleagues are far better than her at her work place.The blockage has been built over a period of time. Every parent must realize that their child is unique and special. I wish my friend's father had encouraged and supported her, in all her endeavors instead of criticizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seed by itself looks like a tiny winy worthless piece of object, but when you place the seed inside the soil, and take proper care of it, the outcome is a huge tree that bear's fruits and renders shade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-8554317006246303912?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8554317006246303912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8554317006246303912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/seed-story.html' title='Seed Story'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SkoF7OmaAQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/l-Yu805xjuc/s72-c/seed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-7286780338854984037</id><published>2009-06-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:03:50.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Impact on my Mind !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sj79dz9mi8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/myuPsWz9Ymo/s1600-h/Cancer-Zodiac-Sign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sj79dz9mi8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/myuPsWz9Ymo/s400/Cancer-Zodiac-Sign.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349992095969348546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I would habitually and religiously open the news paper and read the horoscope section, eagerly waiting to know what is it that is awaiting for me the entire day. Good comments would leave me pepped, energized and excited. At times my star sign said, I was going to have a bad day, therefore incidents happened exactly the way it was mentioned in the column, only because I made sure it did. I would remain low through out the day without any specific reason. Sometimes one gets so swayed away with what he/she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;see's&lt;/span&gt; or reads that you end up tuning the mind accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give importance to these things anymore, imagine leading a life foreseeing the events that were to happen to you the very next moment. I prefer not knowing my future, life's more peaceful that way, let things happen at its own pace, be it good or bad.... !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-7286780338854984037?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7286780338854984037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7286780338854984037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/impact-on-my-mind.html' title='Impact on my Mind !!!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sj79dz9mi8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/myuPsWz9Ymo/s72-c/Cancer-Zodiac-Sign.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-7054356721158093372</id><published>2009-06-03T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:32:02.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Book starts with a Biblical quote emphasizing on the fact that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SiaS5a5B2DI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hkk3isBCtQc/s1600-h/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119523090389042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SiaS5a5B2DI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hkk3isBCtQc/s400/r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But of the tree of knowledge of good and evil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou shall not eat of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For in the day thou eatest there of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou shalt surely die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At last I finished reading the Book. Initially when the concept of a young girl falling in love with a vampire was unraveled to me, I was kind of taken aback. I felt this was a book I would never get my hands on. Let me tell you my point of view has changed. Kudos! to Stephanie Meyer. "Twilight" is a toast among young adults, it has managed to capture the hearts of all age groups. Beautifully Written!!!! The descriptions and dialogues succeed in making you get into the skin of the entire story. &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;The story revolves around Isabella Swan (Bella) and Edward Cullin. Bella is a seventeen year old, she's different from the rest probably because she comes from a broken home. Teenagers whose parents have been separated can relate well to her character. Bella has been portrayed as a lonely person hungry for acceptance and love. Bella's mother remarries and so she leaves Arizona and moves in with her father to the rainy city of Forks. Bella assumes her life to be the same, but to her surprise things change when she meets Edward Cullin, who is different from the other boys she had encountered in the past. Edward was someone who looked right into Bella's soul. She is heart broken when he tries to distant himself from her, Edward knew for sure that if their relationship progressed Bella's life would be in danger. The story ends in a manner making you thrust for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite lines from Twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About three things I was absolutely certain. Firstly Edward was a vampire, Secondly there was a part of him and I don't know how dominant that might be that thirsted for my blood, Thirdly I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He called you pretty. That's practically an insult, the way you look right now is much more than beautiful .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I enjoyed reading the Book!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-7054356721158093372?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7054356721158093372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7054356721158093372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SiaS5a5B2DI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hkk3isBCtQc/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-3045098454987851496</id><published>2009-05-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:35:05.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>Gotta read this Book !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She calls me her “Sweet Cuddly Vampire” Rohan said it out to me proudly. I couldn’t stop laughing, that was like the cheeziest line I had ever heard, it sounded so corny especially from his mouth. Looking at me go woooooohahahaha kind of hurt his male ego, he replied, “ Being called a Vampire is an in thing these days, haven’t you read the book "Twilight”.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard girls addressing their Men, as “Prince Charming, William Darcy’s or Romeo’s” calling someone a Vampire appeared to be so berserk and funny. I interrupted his conversation and said, “Rohan vampires suck blood right aren’t they scary creatures”, he responded spontaneously to my statement “ Twilight is a story about a young girl who falls in love with a VEGETARIAN VAMPIRE”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like “Veeeeeeeeeeeeegeeeetariannnnnnn!!!! You mean vampires have carnivorous, herbivorous and omnivorous categories.&lt;br /&gt;Poor fellow…Lol, he was like “ Next time you go to a Book Store please pick up the novel and read”. Rohan is not the only person who has suggested me to read this book, every person I meet these days is talking about “Twilight”. I ought to go and pick up a copy soon.&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/6705790252159556574-3045098454987851496?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3045098454987851496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3045098454987851496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/gotta-read-this-book.html' title='Gotta read this Book !!!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-2829561259214447266</id><published>2009-05-23T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:07:52.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood swings'/><title type='text'>Things have Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ShgQHbeK6CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/KB-wxgBW_E8/s1600-h/RAINBOWS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339035078067152930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ShgQHbeK6CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/KB-wxgBW_E8/s400/RAINBOWS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ShgPeGxIuAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/wsFShPU0Z-c/s1600-h/RAINBOWS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends discouraged, family panicked, people thought I had just flushed my career down the toilet when I quit my job without another in hand amidst recession. I sat at home for five months feeling depressed and dejected. Today I have a wonderful job. God’s grace has been so immense on my life.“ What do you mean by God’s Grace?” Grace is when God not only grants the desires of the heart but also gives you something much more than what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If things are not working out well don’t feel low cause its just a temporary phase which will fade away soon. Every sad story in life has a happy ending.... Always remember rainbows are reminders of God's Grace and love. &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/6705790252159556574-2829561259214447266?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/2829561259214447266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/2829561259214447266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-have-changed.html' title='Things have Changed'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ShgQHbeK6CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/KB-wxgBW_E8/s72-c/RAINBOWS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-1502695203832496678</id><published>2009-05-18T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:04:13.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'>A story to be told</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ShEmTwlruGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GOIFCss8pVI/s1600-h/miracle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337089154313074786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ShEmTwlruGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GOIFCss8pVI/s400/miracle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Oxford Dictionary defines “Miracle” as a remarkable event attributed to a supernatural agency. For instance incurable diseases being healed without medical sciences intervention, amazing tales of survival from devastating incidents like earthquakes, road accidents, bomb blasts, tsunami etc. I want to share a story, which is kind of special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were soon to be parents; everything seemed to be going fine in their lives, until the day they discovered that their unborn baby’s life was in danger, she was eight months pregnant, when their doctor had told them that certain complications had aroused in her case, he ended the conversation by saying, if the baby were to be born it was certainly going to be a mentally retarded child. The couple’s dreams were shattered after hearing the doctor’s words. They didn’t care if their baby was to be born abnormal; all they knew was that their baby living inside her was special. The couple prayed for a miracle day and night, finally they got to witness one…. I was born (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-1502695203832496678?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/1502695203832496678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/1502695203832496678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/unanswered-questions.html' title='A story to be told'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ShEmTwlruGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GOIFCss8pVI/s72-c/miracle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4876451650847102095</id><published>2009-05-13T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:42:43.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood swings'/><title type='text'>Slam Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sgwcwgr-OoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sKXYymFlfn4/s1600-h/slam-book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335671278260861570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sgwcwgr-OoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sKXYymFlfn4/s320/slam-book.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SgrE2ZNYqEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/iXY4iDrxD28/s1600-h/slambook2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name : Tabitha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaning of your name : " Deer"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthday : 29th June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About Me : I am passionate about things that intrest me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn ons: Intelligence and Humour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn offs: I dont like people who argue for the sake of arguing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On what occasions do you lie: When I don’t want to break someone’s heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greatest Fear : My credit card bill...The problem is that I tend to use my credit card every time I see something nice, but not necessarily essential ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favourite Colour : Pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favourite Pass Time : Lying on the bed and staring at the cieling for hours together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favourite Movie : I enjoy watching Chic Flicks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy: When I wake up in the morning and realise I can afford to sleep for some more time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sad : Sunday evenings thinking about the entire week ahead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Night Stands : Dangerous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love: Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate: Falling Sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best Advice you've ever got : " Dont awaken Love until it desires so"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philosophy of Life : Live one day at a time&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/6705790252159556574-4876451650847102095?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4876451650847102095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4876451650847102095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/slam-book.html' title='Slam Book'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sgwcwgr-OoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sKXYymFlfn4/s72-c/slam-book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-1005922990381247167</id><published>2009-05-03T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:57:05.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sf5uQK8oZXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ybk4gsGEJHY/s1600-h/music+n+lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331820232948868466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sf5uQK8oZXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ybk4gsGEJHY/s400/music+n+lyrics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we associate a particular movie or a song to a real life expression or experience. Every time I watch the movie “ Music &amp;amp; Lyrics” it makes me want to relive my MBA and hostel days all over again. The film brings back certain sweet and funny memories of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priya called me up a couple of days back to tell me, that she was feeling nostalgic after watching the movie on TV, it reminded her of all the good times we shared together in college. I remember singing “Way Back into Love” the theme song of “Music &amp;amp; Lyrics” with Shravan for Chiara (our college day). I had a scuffle with Abhishek (My Best Buddy) the previous day, that was like the worst fight both of us ever had in two years, the sweet part was in spite of being so mad at me, on the day of the program, I found him sitting in the sixth row cheering and clapping. Gawwwshhh the song sounded so bad, I d blame the mike and those horrid speakers not our voices…. Lol…Good for us!!! Most of them sitting in the auditorium probably didn’t know the song; therefore instead of throwing rotten tomatoes and Eggs they applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another track from the movie, also my personal favourite would be “Pop goes my heart” which is a complete 80’s peppy retro number, when ever the song was played Aysh and I would start jumping, dancing and singing in our room which would be followed by verbal wrestling competition between Aysh and Miss U” I would be a mere spectator to the show. Miss U (Initially a spoilsport later she did sober down) She’s one of those who constantly complained, used the bathroom for an hour and a half, always turned the fan towards her side of the bed and could not tolerate visitors in our room specially Sneha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the girly stuff Amu, Aysh and I did together, like wearing each other’s cloths &amp;amp; shoes, applying make up &amp;amp; face masks, using electrical gadgets which were forbidden in hostel (secretly blow-drying and ironing out our hair at night), reading Film fare &amp;amp; Femina, discussions about our crushes, cute guys, actors, ex’s and current boy friends, shopping &amp;amp; eating outside, watching movies in the theatre sitting right in the front row, totally broke at times and figuring out excuses to ask cash from our folks, panicking and running back so that we could make it to hostel on time that’s before 7 pm. We had fun cribbing about our hostel food, it used to be soooooooo bad especially on Tuesdays where they served us “ Roti and Egg curry” …Yuck!!! Roti’s tasted like rubber, one probably needed a carpenters tool to tear them down, the egg curry contained boiled eggs, water, oil floating over the top, hair, stones and the ugly cat’s fur that roamed around our hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the connection I have with the Film.” Music &amp;amp; Lyrics” will always have a special place in my Heart!!!!!! &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/6705790252159556574-1005922990381247167?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/1005922990381247167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/1005922990381247167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and Lyrics'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sf5uQK8oZXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ybk4gsGEJHY/s72-c/music+n+lyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-6088009271591626714</id><published>2009-04-27T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:23:01.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India Today'/><title type='text'>Priyanka Gandhi speaks to Barkha Dutt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sfl74EVgsgI/AAAAAAAAARA/S-WHm22nygA/s1600-h/21priyanka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330427837136548354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sfl74EVgsgI/AAAAAAAAARA/S-WHm22nygA/s400/21priyanka1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to watch Priyanka Gandhi's extensive interview on NDTV with Barkha Dutt. I consider it to be one of the best interviews I ve ever viewed. I dont mean politics!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked about her fathers assasination and her meeting with Nalani the assasin, Priyanka says when she first heard about her father's death, she was bitter inside and furious with the entire world, but as years passed by her feelings changed. She ended her statement by saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; Nalini suffered too"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barkha's Question - " When did you learn to recognize that rage?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priyanka Gandhi - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;" It was a very slow process. It was realizing that you're angry. I think at some level, we all consider ourselves victims.But the minute you realise that you're not a victim and that the other person is as much a victim of that same circumstance as you, then you can't put yourself in a position where you are anyone to forgive someone else. Because your victimhood has disappeared. And to me, people ask about non-violence, I think true non-violence is the absence of victimhood. The sense that somebody else is doing harm to you. Whatever is happening to you is happening because of your own circumstances, you are creating a lot of that suffering. And anybody else who does something overtly, like kill somebody you love, or hurts you, beats you, that is also an action that is happening because of their suffering.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was touched by the statements Priyanka made....Moral of the Story is every single person whether good or bad teaches you Something !!!!!!&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/6705790252159556574-6088009271591626714?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/6088009271591626714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/6088009271591626714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/priyanka-gandhi-speks-to-barkha-dutt.html' title='Priyanka Gandhi speaks to Barkha Dutt'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sfl74EVgsgI/AAAAAAAAARA/S-WHm22nygA/s72-c/21priyanka1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-339075784752474420</id><published>2009-04-27T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:17:08.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'>Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SfVvdR6POiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ycjQ5IgSAzI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329288282877409826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SfVvdR6POiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ycjQ5IgSAzI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SfVuueu8yRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jJZnviT2a90/s1600-h/seeit-nick-lrgweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329287478865873170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SfVuueu8yRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jJZnviT2a90/s400/seeit-nick-lrgweb.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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SfVuhl-ab4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mGbA217GcJ4/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329287257471479682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SfVuhl-ab4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mGbA217GcJ4/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me introduce you to this wonderful person.. Mr. Nick Vujicic...I'd call him an epitome of love and courage. Nick is currently 27 yrs old, born without arms and legs. He is a computer expert, in addition he is a graduate with double majors in accounting and Financial Planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick’s life story has been aired on radio stations and television channels across the globe; his testimony has touched and changed more than a million souls. Nick is a motivational speaker also author of many spiritual and inspirational books. He councils teenagers who are victims of drugs and depression in various schools &amp;amp; colleges, regularly speaks at corporate meetings guiding them ways to overcome work stress, he is closely associated with prisoners, orphans, sick patients suffering from deadly diseases in various hospitals etc in over 19 nations. In an interview with Oprah in her popular TV show “ The Oprah Winfrey Show” he says, “Faced with countless challenges and obstacles, God has given me the strength to surmount what others might call impossible. Along with that, the Lord has placed within me an unquenchable passion to share this same hope and genuine love that I’ve personally experienced with more than two million people all over the globe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In this harsh, wicked world its astounding to know people like Nick exist. Very often we crib about our failures in different areas of life, here we have a person who uses his disabilities to bring light into a dark life...Truly Amazing!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-339075784752474420?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/339075784752474420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/339075784752474420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/nick.html' title='Nick'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SfVvdR6POiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ycjQ5IgSAzI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4568911528304463590</id><published>2009-04-09T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:43:00.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>How Can I Make a Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sd2m2HwRBVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5QyUY6UijlI/s1600-h/runner-female_erinncoventry-447x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322593783346431314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sd2m2HwRBVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5QyUY6UijlI/s200/runner-female_erinncoventry-447x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering and asking myself, “How can I make a difference in this world”. Neither am I as clever as Albert Einstein to discover new theories nor kind hearted like Mother Teresa to sacrifice my entire life to love and serve the unloved. After reading the biographies of two famous authors Charles Dickens and Frederick Douglass, I felt I could make a difference too, by making small sacrifices and conquering my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Dickens had an unhappy childhood, his father was so deeply caught up in debt that he was sent to prison. His mother couldn’t afford to look after little Charles, as a boy there were days when he had no food to eat and most nights he slept on pavements. He worked hard in a warehouse and studied at the same time. During his rough years he always told himself that this would not be his life forever.  By the age of nineteen he became a newspaper reporter in the House of Commons. He began writing articles on “London Life” known as “Sketches by Boz”; it was so popular that publishers bargained for the series. Charles Dickens literary works include Oliver Twist, Tale of two Cities, Christmas Carol, Nicholas Nickleby etc. He is considered to be one of the world’s greatest writers and educational reformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Douglass was an African born into slavery. He wasn’t sure who his father was, his mother was slave traded shortly after his birth, so he never got to know her in person. At the age of five he worked as a household servant. When he was twelve he was leased to his master’s relative. For a while, the white mistress of that household taught him to read. When no one was around the house, Frederick secretly copied notes from his master’s son’s practice books. One thing he did know from his early age was that he would not be a slave his entire life. He wrote in his book that he learned to read and write in the only way possible for a slave, “He Stole Knowledge”. At sixteen he was leased out again to a very hard task master, he suffered beatings every single day, one day he resisted and tossed the man on the ground and fought him, an act unheard of in the slave community. Couple of years later he escaped slavery and wrote the book “ Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, which made him internationally famous. He started two antislavery newspapers called “North Star” and “The New National Era”. He served as the United States ambassador to Haiti from 1889 to 1891. He fought for the civil rights to be given to the blacks and campaigned for the right of women to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much we can learn from the lives of these two great men. They did not try changing the circumstances that prevailed around them; instead they changed and acquainted themselves to fight those circumstances. Right Attitude is all it takes to make a Difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-4568911528304463590?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4568911528304463590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4568911528304463590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-can-i-make-difference.html' title='How Can I Make a Difference'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/Sd2m2HwRBVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5QyUY6UijlI/s72-c/runner-female_erinncoventry-447x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-2277958817894550231</id><published>2009-04-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:43:52.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>The Diet Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SdRRh9AdFHI/AAAAAAAAANs/1d0U4VcL2Pc/s1600-h/diet-scales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319966703585399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SdRRh9AdFHI/AAAAAAAAANs/1d0U4VcL2Pc/s320/diet-scales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of month’s back I had seen a lovely dress on a manikin, I stood staring at the outfit for a while and then decided to walk away telling myself…. “ I could never carry that thing off”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve been on all kinds of diet, some that I invented and some borrowed from others, none of them actually worked ... My list of excuses include (a) I love junk food and I just cant seem to give that up (b) EXERCISE!! I hate to wake up early (c) Gym’s too crowded in the evenings (d) I don’t like people staring at me while I am burning my calories (Nobody actually stares, my imagination just runs wild).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be thin I want to be skinny that was my motto. Therefore I adopted a technique…I ate like a pig and then threw up whatever I had eaten the very next moment. This habit went on for sometime, until I realized that I was slowly becoming a victim of bulimia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is bulimia? Bulimia Nervosa is an eating disorder characterized by rapid consumption of food in one sitting followed by puking. The most marked effects of bulimia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frequent vomiting brings up stomach acids into the mouth, eroding teeth’s enamel.&lt;br /&gt;Immunity system gets damaged.&lt;br /&gt;Causes gastric ulcers.&lt;br /&gt;Broken blood vessels in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Weakness and dizziness&lt;br /&gt;It affects the cardio-vascular system that would be irregular heartbeats, possible heart blocks, and broken small blood vessels.&lt;br /&gt;Electrolyte imbalance, which can lead to death &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was I thinking!!! I was petrified after reading an article on Bulimia, there are so many who happen to be victims of this dangerous disease… Eat Healthy, Exercise and change those negative opinions about your body, that’s the only way to remain in shape…I want to share this message written by Audrey Hepburn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.&lt;br /&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful hair, let a child run its fingers through it once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6705790252159556574-2277958817894550231?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/2277958817894550231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/2277958817894550231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/diet-fever.html' title='The Diet Fever'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SdRRh9AdFHI/AAAAAAAAANs/1d0U4VcL2Pc/s72-c/diet-scales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-5940903349457958334</id><published>2009-03-23T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:44:56.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SciHveOib2I/AAAAAAAAANk/Yjke0bp-ZAI/s1600-h/1155-3003~Golden-Retrievers-Puppies-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316648609748512610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SciHveOib2I/AAAAAAAAANk/Yjke0bp-ZAI/s320/1155-3003~Golden-Retrievers-Puppies-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SciFdASY93I/AAAAAAAAANc/mo77TaltVak/s1600-h/cutest%2520puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316646093450704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SciFdASY93I/AAAAAAAAANc/mo77TaltVak/s400/cutest%2520puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Dogs truly are one of the greatest gifts that God ever gave us. They give us unconditional love just as God does and remind us daily that we too can love this way if we choose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Joseph Mazzell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ve never had any pets ...... you get to hear such a lot of inspiring and funny stories that really touches your heart....Animals do teach us few meaningful lessons in life !!!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dogs never get bored of relationships, they smile, wag their tails, jump, play...The amount of excitement that it shows to its owner is the same every single day. They live their lives to the fullest....Happy go Lucky Creatures!!!!...They love you the way you are without expecting anything back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we are sad, they sit beside us silently, hoping their company would make us feel better, they never leave the place untill we are fine, perfect examples of the popular saying " actions speak more than words". Dogs let go of the hurts so easily, they dont hold grudges either, thats why their lives seem free from any kind of emotional baggage, they come running to you inspite of you yelling drastically at them the previous day. &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dogs are definitly synonyms for UNCONDITIONAL LOVE ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6705790252159556574-5940903349457958334?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/5940903349457958334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/5940903349457958334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/doggies.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SciHveOib2I/AAAAAAAAANk/Yjke0bp-ZAI/s72-c/1155-3003~Golden-Retrievers-Puppies-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-8602089902128346196</id><published>2009-03-19T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:43:21.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood swings'/><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ScMOkb7lZmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x5KafU6Owt4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315108004363069026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ScMOkb7lZmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x5KafU6Owt4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for all the Showers of Blessings. . I cannot imagine my life here on earth without your presence. You gave me hope, when everything in my life seemed lost. I recall fighting with you for not answering my prayers, some you’ve answered after making me wait for so long and few prayers still unanswered because you knew that those desires were not good for me. I am sorry for playing the blame game and pointing my finger at you for all the wrong choices that I ve made. You purposely went distant from me for a short while only to teach me certain valuable lessons. I am so selfish, I never think of you when all is well; it’s only when the going gets tough that I run to you for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your truly the greatest artist, you created the entire universe and made it look so perfect, the sun and the moon and the stars and the sky......multiple shades of green on a single plant, the flowing river does not over flow after a certain point, the feeling when the cool breeze hits the face is inexpressible. The formation of a baby in the mother’s womb, especially the growing stages from the first month to the ninth month followed by childbirth, is the most beautiful miracle ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again for family and friends and those things I ve forgotten to mention, be with me where ever I go and whatever I do….(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-8602089902128346196?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8602089902128346196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8602089902128346196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/ScMOkb7lZmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x5KafU6Owt4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4692516593245812174</id><published>2009-03-05T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:28:44.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SbC1RBYP6BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4D1--JBfzak/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943264702359570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SbC1RBYP6BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4D1--JBfzak/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943260721924482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SbC1QyjPSYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aVUjjNtyZvM/s400/25i9kt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes its good that we get a chance to interact with Mr. NotRight so that we can really appreciate Mr.Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signs that tell you He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He does not call you anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He does not answer or return your calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes excuses of being extremely busy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starts Flirting heavily with other women&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prefers spending time with his male buddies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extra concern for his family ( I cant hurt them to be with you) the thought that never occurred in his brains when he first asked you out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He takes the entire blame on him self, makes statements like you deserve someone better and then slowly washes his hands off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is more attentive to your needs than usual. This is due to the guilt feelings experienced by the cheater in the early stages of his affair. The attention will diminish as the affair continues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commitment Phobia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;A one time watchable fun movie, especially gears up people who've just had a break up or a bond split. The film has a huge star cast, potrays lives of different couples going through complicated situations in their relationships, and how they manage to come out of the glitches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are the one who is putting that extra effort to keep your relationship going, you should stop coz the hard work is ought to be mutual, not one sided...Important fact to understand is that If a guy wants to be with you, he will against all odds, if he has made up his mind that he doesnt need you anymore, its better you accept reality and move on, coz there is no way he's coming back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a Mr. Right for everybody, if you see signs that tell you he's just not that into you, ditch the unworthy soul and run!!!&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/6705790252159556574-4692516593245812174?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4692516593245812174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4692516593245812174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SbC1RBYP6BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4D1--JBfzak/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4158160799969705853</id><published>2009-02-12T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:19:22.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>Sweet forward!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SZUOsnKGKQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7GW0_HSwt4A/s1600-h/annacopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302160295886989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SZUOsnKGKQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7GW0_HSwt4A/s400/annacopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received this forward from a friend :) couldnt wait to put it up on my blog!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know You're a Mommy When...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're equal.&lt;br /&gt;2. You find yourself cutting your husbands' sandwiches into cute shapes.&lt;br /&gt;3. You can't bear to give away baby clothes - it's so final. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.&lt;br /&gt;5. You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then spend half the night checking on the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. You have time to shave only one leg at a time.&lt;br /&gt;7. You hide in the bathroom to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your kid throws up and you catch it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone else's kid throws up at a party. You keep eating.&lt;br /&gt;10. You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6705790252159556574-4158160799969705853?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4158160799969705853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4158160799969705853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-forward.html' title='Sweet forward!!!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SZUOsnKGKQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7GW0_HSwt4A/s72-c/annacopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-7092277584191207115</id><published>2009-02-09T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:01:46.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood swings'/><title type='text'>I just had a Bad Day</title><content type='html'>One of those days, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, feeling as though I am carrying the entire world's burden (: A heavy heart, a closed mind, hollow inside...lol ...Everything I am thinking is negative, happiness seems so distant, why am I doing this to me all the time! I wonder, people keep reminding me that I ve missed the bus of success, love, happiness n lot more.. But u know what, I am ok with what ever has happened... even though I am feeling Bleh! writing this blog, getting hurt is a part and parcel of life, I have faith and hope which definitly keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;This is one song that motivates me when I am down&lt;br /&gt;When the dog bites!&lt;br /&gt;When the bee stings!&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling sad!&lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favorite things !&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't feel so bad (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-7092277584191207115?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7092277584191207115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7092277584191207115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-had-bad-day.html' title='I just had a Bad Day'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-2864231537474669221</id><published>2009-02-01T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:28:46.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'>A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SYVpFTcC8mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FN8T8I4vLZ4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756076509426274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SYVpFTcC8mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FN8T8I4vLZ4/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, due to being rejected by a girl, thinks he is unsightly, unattractive and undesirable. Few of his stumbling blocks include a couple of gray hair, a lean body and complaints I cannot recall. Vogue to him would be dressed like a dashing celebrity. Apparently he has just made up his mind to remain in a melancholy mood all the time. According to him, working out in a gym, building a six-pack and getting a total makeover done to his physical appearance would solve all his problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with heartbreaks can be really difficult, one word to describe it would be “Anguish”, crying and confronting could definitely ease the pain. Praying works out the best, nothing like it, God really loves you; trust him to heal the wounds, Dude! India is the second largest populated country in the world, I am sure you will find someone really nice, who accepts you the way you are, if your not happy with India, you have lot other options like exploring the world (:. Nobody existing in this universe is ugly it’s just that everyone’s not drop dead gorgeous. Stop condemning instead start loving and appreciating your self.&lt;br /&gt;I was someone who ran the race at hundred miles per hour in the wrong direction; it took me a couple of years to realize. I was eighteen when I spotted a single strand of gray hair on my head; the finding left me feel kind of low, humiliated and paranoid. “ Scissors or hair colour”, it had to be scissors, hair colour meant draining out the entire months pocket money. The definition of fashion statement during my teenage era was following the herd, it didn’t matter whether things suited me or not. The diet fever led me live on carrots alone, I did loose a few pounds here and there, but ended up looking like a dried up leaf.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and many other good looking guys have experienced the heart break trauma at some point in their lives, no one becomes an exceptions to heart breaks by getting a physical makeover done, everyone encounters it, the difference is some face it in their early stages where as others go through it much later. Take life as it comes “ All women are not B****S” few may be, such tales only make you a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-2864231537474669221?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/2864231537474669221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/2864231537474669221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-break-kid.html' title='A Broken Heart'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SYVpFTcC8mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FN8T8I4vLZ4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-1479446576166333283</id><published>2009-01-23T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:30:53.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India Today'/><title type='text'>SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SXmi1-mKfyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZXtRycy2w8g/s1600-h/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294441885170564898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SXmi1-mKfyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZXtRycy2w8g/s320/poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone seems to be overwhelmed and thrilled with the movie “ Slum Dog Millionaire”. So am I… Few masses were upset with the fact that India had been portrayed as a poor country in the film....Chronic Poverty exists in our country, nobody can escape or run away from that fact. It’s an honor for all of us that the movie has reached such heights, with four Golden Globes already in the bag and ten nominations at the Oscars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Coin has two sides “ A Head and A Tail” its ones individual choice to talk about either of them, fundamental rights which happens to be a part of our constitution gives us the authority to express our views, no entity has the power to impose their thoughts or will on somebody else. India is known world wide for its diversity and hospitality, a nation rich in culture and heritage...Several Metropolitan, Cosmopolitan,  Urban and Semi Urban cities are doing great, with add on’s like Multinational Entrants, New Malls, Flyover Projects, Airport makeovers, Blooming Industries, a handful going all over the globe and doing extremely well for themselves etc…These things are just a part of the entire parcel…there is dark side to India as well, no soul can deny it, the proof exists in black and white, poverty rates and statistical figures are clear living evidences. If a person chooses to make a movie based on the dark side, no entity can stop him from doing so, remember the word DEMOCRACY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Movie.......Definitly an Icing on the Cake!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-1479446576166333283?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/1479446576166333283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/1479446576166333283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/fact.html' title='SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SXmi1-mKfyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZXtRycy2w8g/s72-c/poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4925721842348287026</id><published>2008-12-20T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:57:50.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>I Stand by my Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SU0FlLNvIOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nvLKPcE5H0I/s1600-h/bald-eagle-flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281884074199163106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SU0FlLNvIOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nvLKPcE5H0I/s320/bald-eagle-flight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SU0FfLzxv4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-MCuE6z40yU/s1600-h/bald-eagle-flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“What the hell were you thinking when you put in your papers damn it, that to without another offer in hand, its recession period, don’t you like read the papers or watch the news, millions out there are loosing their jobs and you decided to quit, did you even consult someone before performing such an act, it took Mr. “S” five years of his life to reach the position your currently in…You could have been the next Chanda Kochhar (Managing Director of a popular Bank)…lol…Why did you just ruin your career”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the clichéd lines I keep hearing all the time. I am not “ Miss Client Relationship Manager” any more, the truth!!! I don’t feel bad about it at all, I am aware of what ever is happening around me, I acknowledge and appreciate the fact that people care about me and that’s the reason I am getting all these advices, but then you also need to respect my decision. I haven’t given up as yet, I quit to start an other new beginning, I mean its pointless wasting time and energy doing something you dislike, most of all I trust God, you might argue with me saying “ God helps those who help themselves” Well!!!!…. Your right, point taken… Its not like I am not trying for another job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Eagle has always inspired me; its the only bird, which flies high in the sky when there is a storm outside, I had seen a video quite some time back, which emphasized on the strokes which an eagle took against the harsh winds, the fighting back spirit that it displayed was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this matter in a book, it said, “ Have you ever seen a bird sitting on a tree having a nervous break down or saying to itself, ‘ Oh! I wonder where my next worm is coming from, what if God quits making worms, what if the worms produced next year aren’t as juicy as the ones produced this year, what if there are no rains and the worms don’t come out of the ground at all”… I am sure birds don’t chew their heads and worry as much as humans do… somehow at the end of the day they eat and get on with their lives.“ Can any one of us by worrying add a single hour to life? Its not like I am going to remain unemployed through out my life, moreover working for an organization and making lots of money is not the only hardcore reason, why I was created. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it!!!! End of the Speech....&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/6705790252159556574-4925721842348287026?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4925721842348287026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4925721842348287026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-stand-by-my-decision.html' title='I Stand by my Decision'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SU0FlLNvIOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nvLKPcE5H0I/s72-c/bald-eagle-flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4018998913033275312</id><published>2008-12-20T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:41:27.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>Ultimate...Limca Commercial 2008</title><content type='html'>Awwwwww....Sooooo Cute!!!!....Soooooo very Cute!!!!....Incredibly Cute!!!....I went on and on the entire day, after seeing the latest Limca Ad.&lt;br /&gt;Hats of to Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The music and the lyrics played in the background, has managed to put a perfect spell on its viewers.&lt;br /&gt;Definitly one of my all time favourites Ads!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f11ac4fd25cac19f" 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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df11ac4fd25cac19f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875111%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E07CEC4DC83A19D5DA30000602DE2D596F6E03B.64505B1CE02B08DD896B0076E5D0193AA4583B4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df11ac4fd25cac19f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8S5gxaESJtHx5kxOxUurhFzonh8&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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df11ac4fd25cac19f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875111%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E07CEC4DC83A19D5DA30000602DE2D596F6E03B.64505B1CE02B08DD896B0076E5D0193AA4583B4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df11ac4fd25cac19f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8S5gxaESJtHx5kxOxUurhFzonh8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Fuhaarein, bochharein, nazaaare chura lo na, kuch boondein chura lo na; Thaki si zindagi se, ruki si zindagi se, kuch lamhe chura lo na…; Kuch yaddein, aur sapne, apne chura lo na; Ruki si zindagi se, thaki si zindagi se, raftaarein chura lo na…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-4018998913033275312?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f11ac4fd25cac19f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4018998913033275312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4018998913033275312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultimatelimca-commercial-2008.html' title='Ultimate...Limca Commercial 2008'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-8639654001477809131</id><published>2008-11-28T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:42:13.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SUeggQ_AUbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5b7Dl-Y-Wbs/s1600-h/depression_graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280365564290683314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SUeggQ_AUbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5b7Dl-Y-Wbs/s400/depression_graphic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies have proved that a normal human being under goes depression for a few minutes every single day, he may not be gloomy, as in he attempts to end his life or something, my words to describe it would be feeling Blue. The problem arises when you allow this blue aspect or the light depression to take full control of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are various causes of depression; the most common reasons are sudden separation or a loss of a loved one, a broken marriage, constant failure in a particular activity, sickness, getting into debts or a financial crises, unfair comparisons in the social circle, lack of self-esteem, pressure and harassment at work places etc. People handle depression in different ways, some bury themselves by smoking cigarettes, consuming alcohol, taking pills or drugs, if you address depression in the wrong way you could end up being doomed. The best way to come out of it would be through prayer and meditation, if you cant manage it all by your self try approaching a good counselor. Crying helps to reduce the pain, the most dangerous ones are the guys who don’t let out what they feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A close friend of mine told me this, there may be a million negative factors existing in your life, amidst the whole thing your sure to find one positive factor, if you are capable enough to cling onto the single plus factor, you’ll see the infinite minus factors just vanishing from your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When ever I ve felt low, I would put my self to sleep so that, i dont have to interact with the world, once I constantly slept for two days, I found it an ideal way to get away from the messed up situation I was stuck in, end result I became fat…lol…kidding…My point is don’t run away from your worries, if you feel that by cutting yourself from the entire universe and staying in total isolation would solve the matter, then I must say your totally mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A person may be alone and still be overwhelmed with joy, at the same time you can be surrounded by a million yet end up considering your self lonely. Happiness is obtained from the decision that you make from within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody makes mistakes... Everybody has those days... Everybody knows what I’m talking' 'bout Coz Everybody get's that way!!!...Don’t worry, during rough phases believe in yourself, trust God and appreciate those who are trying to help you come out of the depression zone. Remember Life is Short!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-8639654001477809131?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8639654001477809131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8639654001477809131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SUeggQ_AUbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5b7Dl-Y-Wbs/s72-c/depression_graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-8577841624071143587</id><published>2008-11-19T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:30:20.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>The Credit Card Crunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SSUJSOC69eI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6riaRtdz2gc/s1600-h/tab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270629147519677922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SSUJSOC69eI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6riaRtdz2gc/s320/tab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not at all the saving money types, salary that has been credited at the begining of the month dissappears from my account, even before I  know it. Lately I ve been spending way too much, ants gather bit on bit for the winters, same way I need to save a little, you never know when calamity strikes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got myself a credit card two months back, just for the heck of it, but later things changed, I was addicted to the card, totally hooked on! it surely looked nice in my wallet. I made sure I swipped my brand new good looking gold credit card each and every place I went, completly loosing the count on the number of swipes I made. Like they say one shouldnt bite more than they can chew, the so called bill has reached me, its a miracle that I am alive, its gonna take me months to repay the amount, that means I'll have to forego things I like till the dues are paid off, this could have been avoided, in simple terms its called inviting trouble.Its always good to live with what you have, look at me I have an uneccessary liability on my head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know of a few who have credit cards, but they make sure they use it wisely as in only when its required. Things like credit cards were created for dealing with an emergency situation, as far as the instrument is under your control, its a good object to possess, but most of us tend to misuse it, if u think the card's going to become your master, get rid of it coz life's not worth living with disturbed thoughts.&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/6705790252159556574-8577841624071143587?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8577841624071143587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8577841624071143587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/credit-card-crunch.html' title='The Credit Card Crunch'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SSUJSOC69eI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6riaRtdz2gc/s72-c/tab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-6076362543587989348</id><published>2008-11-14T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:31:05.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'>A Wife's Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SR1vOzGOuJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-PL_kb2CVSw/s1600-h/Gold001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268489439118538898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SR1vOzGOuJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-PL_kb2CVSw/s320/Gold001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I happened to read this story the other day, and so I decided to put it up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There lived a miser, who was taking his last breath, just before he died, he said to his wife " When I die, I want you to take out all my money and put it inside the coffin with me". Few days later the man passed away. His wife's best friend asked her, whether she had fullfilled her husbands last wish. The loyal wife replied " I took all his money and put it into to my account and wrote him a cheque, If he can encash it, he can spend it." :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-6076362543587989348?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/6076362543587989348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/6076362543587989348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/wifes-promise.html' title='A Wife&apos;s Promise'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SR1vOzGOuJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-PL_kb2CVSw/s72-c/Gold001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-314904639902666701</id><published>2008-09-28T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:34:10.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India Today'/><title type='text'>CHILD ABUSE...Aint Fun, When you know that your gonna Die young...Aint Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SN9-ahUBinI/AAAAAAAAAII/80rRUzYWywU/s1600-h/tab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251054684621343346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 198px; cursor: pointer; height: 178px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SN9-ahUBinI/AAAAAAAAAII/80rRUzYWywU/s200/tab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J lost her parents when she was two, since then she had been living with her maternal uncle and aunt, from the time she could remember she had been sexually abused by her uncle, scared and helpless, she hadn't uttered a single word until she was fourteen, when the truth came out, her aunt threw her out of the house. Today this young girl is about twenty, works as a household maid, she tries hard but says she can never lead a normal life her past torments her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M was the only daughter for her rich parents, her own brother sexually abused her for eight long years, in fact once he got her pregnant as well. He would threaten to kill her, in case she ever made a noise about the whole thing. One fine day she decided to tell her parents, her mother begged her to forget everything and to keep this incident as a secret, as it would bring a bad name to their family. Today M is married works for a highly reputed company, but she just cannot wipe out the scars pertaining within her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SN9-FJNE5_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UqR2ZwPIZjE/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251054317372499954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 346px; cursor: pointer; height: 368px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SN9-FJNE5_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UqR2ZwPIZjE/s400/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of " Study on Child Abuse India 2007", conducted by Ministry of Women and Child Development Government of India.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;53.22% children reported having faced one or more forms of sexual abuse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out of the child respondents, 5.69% reported being sexually assaulted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children on the streets, at work and institutional care reported the highest incidence of sexual assault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50% abuses are by persons known to the child or in a position of trust and responsibility&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the children did not report the matter to anyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simply press "Ctrl Alt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Delete" and start all over?....Well! It doesn't happen all the Time!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-314904639902666701?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/314904639902666701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/314904639902666701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/aint-fun-when-you-know-that-your-gonna.html' title='CHILD ABUSE...Aint Fun, When you know that your gonna Die young...Aint Fun'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SN9-ahUBinI/AAAAAAAAAII/80rRUzYWywU/s72-c/tab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-3214730786269809066</id><published>2008-04-25T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:18:51.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHhw7y1_9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-Uri-lCmP54/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193180076135808978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHhw7y1_9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-Uri-lCmP54/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This happens to be one of my favorite movies, I call it an ultimate mushy romantic flick, Serendipity means, “The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.”. The story is about two strangers, who accidentally meet each other on a cold winter’s eve, and then destiny takes full control over their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Sara happen to shop for their respective partners at an overly crowded departmental store, where in both lay their hands on a pair of black gloves, Jonathan being a true gentleman lets Sara keep it, in turn she offers him a treat, both strike a conversation over a coffee blended drink and find themselves mutually getting attracted towards each other, ending up spending the entire evening traveling across Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHfkby1_6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NtN2bgWXDgQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193177662364188578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHfkby1_6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NtN2bgWXDgQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Jonathan is a happy go lucky guy, he likes Sara and wants to meet her again, therefore he asks her, for her number, Sara does not disclose any personal facts about her life, she believes in destiny, hence forth she asks Jonathan to write his name and number on a five dollar bill, without looking, she hands over the currency to a shopkeeper and buys chewing gum from him, she tells Jonathan that as soon as she gets back  home, she'd write her name and number on a &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;book named “Love at the Time of Cholera” and the next day, sell the copy to a second hand book store. Before drifting apart, she looks into his eyes and tells him, if they are ment to be with each other, destiny will make them meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Five years have passed. Jonathan is a sports tv channel producer, living in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, whose wedding is to take place shortly, with his girl friend Halley. Sara is a psychotherapist in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, engaged to the new age musician Lars. As the big day starts getting closer, they begin to see signs of fate, which makes them ponder and realize that they should at least attempt to find each other before getting totally committed to their partners.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Life is not easy for both, the universe continues to throw signs at them, Sara cannot take it anymore, she breaks her engagement with Lars and decides to find Jonathan, her efforts go in vain and so, she decides to go back to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Halley is unhappy with Jonathan’s reactions, crying, she gives him the book “Love at the Time of Cholera” as a grooms gift, he opens it to find Sara’s number, astonished Jonathan does not know what to do.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sara is sitting inside the aircraft weary and overwhelmed, she takes out cash to give the airhostess, that’s when she finds the five dollar bill which has Jonathan’s number, she gets down from the plane, goes to his house, and finds out from his neighbors that he is getting married, she rushes her way to the hotel and learns that the wedding has been called off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHf5by1_7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/p76QhPmZiz4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193178023141441458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHf5by1_7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/p76QhPmZiz4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHW3Ly1_5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ndx_qqU-faw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Destiny brings both of them to the same place, where they had once been 5 years ago. You need to watch the movie to understand the facts better. Both John Cusack and Kate Bekinsale have done a marvelous job. It’s a perfect date movie.The film is directed by Peter Chelsom and produced by Simon Fields.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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/6705790252159556574-3214730786269809066?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3214730786269809066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3214730786269809066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SBHhw7y1_9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-Uri-lCmP54/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-7997779776464724992</id><published>2008-04-22T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:15:11.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>What happens after marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SA2qcLy1_wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BP_X5swBJZM/s1600-h/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SA2qcLy1_wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BP_X5swBJZM/s320/wed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191993346607152898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cupid strikes the arrow, everything seems magical, love is all around, followed by marriage, when two decide to become one and then “WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF REALITY”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The husband comes back home, switches on the television, computer and the music system, reads what ever is lying around him it may be a magazine or just a piece of paper that has some content in it, praises a damsel he’d seen at the traffic signal, eats his dinner and then goes off to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This generally happens at my place : ) , I haven’t tied the knot as yet, but I share the roof with two couples who have been married for years now. It’s funny to see them fight and then make up. People say love evaporates after marriage, but I say that’s not true, my way to put it across would be, it completely takes a new shape, where in writing letters, singing songs, carving each others name, telephone conversations that last for hours no longer forms a part, you simply learn to accept and give love in your own special way irrespective of the differences which subsist.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Life is not going to be bed of roses after marriage; problems will definitely erode, but then they say certain risks in life are worth taking, marriage is one of them, I seriously don’t know how far that’s true!!!!! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p 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/6705790252159556574-7997779776464724992?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7997779776464724992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7997779776464724992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-happens-after-marriage.html' title='What happens after marriage'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SA2qcLy1_wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BP_X5swBJZM/s72-c/wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-7983221839417539083</id><published>2008-04-21T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T05:08:54.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>It Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAxcFNXvC5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qC_yf03at-g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAxcFNXvC5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qC_yf03at-g/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191625715009653650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have these phases where in I venture into activities, put my heart and soul, and then get  completely bored of it . One such phase was playing “Basket Ball”, although this incident happened ages ago, it seems like yesterday to me.&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anusha and I had our vacations going on, every evening we would go to the basketball court to play, the court was always overly populated, mostly with young adults belonging to the age group of 18- 30, to find a place to stand itself was an impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Our team consisted of just both of us, we were taking turns and shooting baskets, it was my turn , as I jumped to shoot, this guy from God knows where, came and pushed me, I was suspended right up in the air, in a fraction of few seconds I lay flat on the hard ground, hurting my face. The guy apologized to me and I said ok, I mean after all it wasn’t done intentionally, the lad was just desperate for a basket in order to defeat his opponents. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s talk about my face, it remained swollen for days together, the pain was unbearable, other than a black eye there were a number of scratches too, neighbours assumed I had got myself into a physical fight, teachers raised their eyebrows, friends made fun, folks at home were confused, they thought the marks would never diminish, but then as time passed by it did vanish, it took approximately a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; That was the end of the game, I ve never played basket ball after that day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &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/6705790252159556574-7983221839417539083?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7983221839417539083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/7983221839417539083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-happens.html' title='It Happens'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAxcFNXvC5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qC_yf03at-g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4504058635645592226</id><published>2008-04-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:34:22.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the hardest word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAiQf-wEa4I/AAAAAAAAACs/hVcF6NcSnMk/s1600-h/Forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAiQf-wEa4I/AAAAAAAAACs/hVcF6NcSnMk/s400/Forgiveness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190557449639455618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find it so hard to utter the word sorry, I mean why let the ego factor take full control of your life, which very often leads to destroying wonderful relationships. I do agree with the statement "Sorry does not make a dead man alive", but "sorry" can definitely cleanse the guilt factor and generate some kind of hope. Nobody is perfect, all of us are prone to commit errors, therefore when someone needs your forgiveness, you ought be sensitive and grant them a second chance. It's not worth living your life holding grudges, it simply forces you to be entangled in the past, there after having a negative impact on  your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes lot of courage to apologize, please appreciate the person who seeks your pardon rather than rebuking or criticizing, moreover forgiving someone who has  caused you intense pain would make you feel good about yourself when the sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong" - Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-4504058635645592226?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4504058635645592226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4504058635645592226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry seems to be the hardest word'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAiQf-wEa4I/AAAAAAAAACs/hVcF6NcSnMk/s72-c/Forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-4371864413075779930</id><published>2008-04-16T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:33:17.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>Deadlly Chaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAYEhOwEa1I/AAAAAAAAACU/McjkzQVd5-8/s1600-h/cartoon-mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAYEhOwEa1I/AAAAAAAAACU/McjkzQVd5-8/s400/cartoon-mosquito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189840589532982098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really getting  hot these days, I just cant seem to sleep at night. Yesterday I dipped my head in a bucket of cold water in order to fight my battle against the heat, felt really nice, totally relaxed, I lay on the bed, in a spur all I know is that I am attacked by an army of dangerous deadly mosquitoes, poor me, its not that nice to be someone else's victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These creatures are HUMAN BLOOD SUCKERS!!!!. You wanna know the diseases you can get because of these retched  fellows, well these are the following;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yellow fever - This disease is basically prevalent in Africa, its similar to malaria but also includes nausea, vomiting and jaundice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encephalitis - This is caused by viruses that are transmitted by mosquitoes, the symptoms include high fever, stiff neck, headache.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dengue Fever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lesson to learn is that, you just cannot under estimate any living being, a mosquito is  capable enough to make life  miserable  for a human, therefore all I am trying to blabber here is that "Size really doesn't matter"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-4371864413075779930?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4371864413075779930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/4371864413075779930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/deadlly-chaps.html' title='Deadlly Chaps'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SAYEhOwEa1I/AAAAAAAAACU/McjkzQVd5-8/s72-c/cartoon-mosquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-3907769549322021209</id><published>2008-04-15T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:32:13.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India Today'/><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SASYG-wEa0I/AAAAAAAAACI/3LbF_nuEmyQ/s1600-h/poverty_3_0146.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SASYG-wEa0I/AAAAAAAAACI/3LbF_nuEmyQ/s200/poverty_3_0146.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189439916328905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this program on NDTV, at the end of the show I was kind of depressed and taken aback. Do you know there are mothers who sell their babies for a days meal, I was shocked to hear that an income of a household happens to be Rs.30 a day in a particular village in Orissa...no no I am not exaggerating, its true, I witnessed it on television, the family consists of husband, wife and their four kids, How the hell do they survive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising debts, incapable of meeting the augmented costs of cultivation, deceiving weather conditions resulting in crop failures has lead many farmers to commit suicide, leaving the other family members totally helpless, how would the farmers wife sustain herself and her children, the fact being she is illiterate and ignorant. Generally a lot of such people migrate from their respective villages come to cities and involve themselves in construction work. These people reside on streets, no shelter over their head, when inflation is at its zenith level, how could they afford to take up a rented place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of affairs is quite bad, a large mass out there is suffering, my point is can you and I do something to obliterate such issues in our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-3907769549322021209?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3907769549322021209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/3907769549322021209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/SASYG-wEa0I/AAAAAAAAACI/3LbF_nuEmyQ/s72-c/poverty_3_0146.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705790252159556574.post-8263105774263753953</id><published>2008-03-27T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:33:59.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I love him just the way he is !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/R-zKV2ED7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sxQVz6FAcf0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/R-zKV2ED7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sxQVz6FAcf0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182739747835211298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve known him for a very long time, he's done things for me like no one else has done. Yupp!!!.....He 's my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father refuses to accept reality, the fact is that his daughter is no longer a kid, which I feel he will never install in his system..... I act big and he just hates it!!!!!!!Whenever he is annoyed with me he has to use his favorite punch line "  You haven't seen the world as yet and the size of your brain is smaller than an atom" thats when I become rebellious  and delete the do's completely from my mind and strictly follow the dont's, landing me in total soup most of the time, not always though.....lol......no regrets!!!  wisdom is best learnt the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my father doesn't mean all that he says, the same applies to me as well, in fact he feels miserable when he realizes,  that his words have hurt my feelings, I call this the best time of our relationship, where he tries to make up for all that's happened between us, by buying me stuff, the apology talk!!! his cliched line "Barking dogs seldom Bite". thats when I go back to the times when I was completely depended on him.....school days!!!! whenever I ve  forgotten  to take my lunch box, I would find an anxious father amidst his busy schedule, standing in front of the class with the lunch box in his hand, not wanting his daughter to go hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I remember eagerly waiting for him to come back from work so that we could play our tickling game together.....gone are those days....He still remains the same but I ve changed...I seem to be distracted and interested in other things, taking him for granted... After all I feel all that he wants me to do is ........be his little girl!!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705790252159556574-8263105774263753953?l=tabitha-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8263105774263753953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705790252159556574/posts/default/8263105774263753953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabitha-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-him-just-way-he-is.html' title='I love him just the way he is !!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07157506615576447021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_f17tu1skY/R-zKV2ED7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sxQVz6FAcf0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
