tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84317243401934027442024-03-05T18:11:02.569+05:30Self - Written PoetryFew samples of my Inner thoughts that were penned at different times.
They simply just reflect life or instances from my life at different times.Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-68101018562139594482011-08-25T14:43:00.009+05:302011-08-25T18:02:48.690+05:30Mumma, Mummi, Ma, Mom, Maate - Mother....Happy Birthday!!!<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mumma, this one is for you. For the 50 years of your life and almost 26 years and those special 9 months of my life in your life. What you are to me, no one ever has been and can be.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">“A child gives birth to a Mother right when a mother gives birth to a child.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">The above statement could be looped into a vicious circle and which is why this one relationship is the strongest as there is never an end to it. That one moment when her fingers touch you, even though you are too young to understand, talk or express but you feel the touch and are at peace. That is the magic of the first touch of a mother for the few minutes old baby, who is crying and shouting. It is that moment that fills her heart with a gush of happiness, satisfaction, endless and selfless love and peace. It is that moment that fills the child with love, happiness, peace, protection and care. Well, like every child, I do not have memories of that first touch but I am so sure that it was magical for me as Mumma’s touch till date is so magical.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">You have been the one person I have seen in life who can provide the utmost clarity to any situation. You have been the one who has always put me to peace. You are the only person who would question me with a doubt but still had the unbreakable trust in me. You have been the one who has cared for me the most in your own ‘unique’ way. You have been the one I have fought so much with, but could never stay without patching up for more than an hour. You have been the one who has taken all my attitude and tantrums and still never complained. You have been the one I have always asked to ‘treat me like a grown up’ still wanted to be a child with. You have been the one who has been awake all day and night for me when I would be unwell or hospitalized. You have been the only one I have been awake day and night when you would need the same care from me when you were unwell or hospitalized. You have been the only one who has made my each day special in your own way. You have been the only one I have never minded to inform details of where I am, when will I reach, how will I travel and the like even though I would tell you I am old enough to take care of myself. You have been the only one to whom I would want to just inform that I have plans with friends and I am going out but still end up asking for permission for those plans. You have been the only one who has been able to put me to sleep by just keeping your hand on me and by being next to me. You have been the only one who has always made sense to me still never wanted to agree to that sense. You have been the only one who has taken all the efforts to be there with me and for me at any minute, in whatever way. You have been the one I would not want to tell some things simply because you are my MOTHER but still you are the only one I would want to tell also. You are the only one who is the best friend for life. You are the only one who loves me in this world unconditionally and selflessly. You are the only one who makes me just me all the time.
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Those days still flash to me as fresh as yesterday, when you would wake me up in the morning to get me ready to school. How much ever you would need to rest, you would give me importance. Force me to get up when I would do most nautanki, help me get ready, make breakfast for me, pack my lunch for me and sit with me trying different tactics to make sure I drank that full glass of milk every single day which I would be ready to throw down the drain. You would go to your work and be back in time every single day by the time I returned from school to make sure I see your face first. Your face even after all the work would be as fresh as a newly blooming flower. You would cook lunch for me, feed me, put me to sleep and hardly sleep yourself. Make that effort again in the evening, to wake me up, make me study, make me have fun, play with me, get irritated of me still not let me know, make me have fun and still not complain.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Those days, when just to trouble you or seek your attention, I would hang myself around your neck from behind, irritate you with my never ending questions; make you angry with my carefree attitude and wait for those hugs and kisses at the end of all this, still flash as fresh.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mumma, you have been the source of all courage for me, you are the source of all the love in me, you are the source of all emotions in me, you are the source of the person in me. From the pure soul that you are, the beautiful heart that you are, you make the most wonderful person around that I know. <b><i>'For I must love because I live, and Life in me is what you give'</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mumma, I have no idea if I can ever think of growing up without you, with you not being next to me. How much ever I have loved being treated as a grown up by you, I am still your little child. My life seems just so incomplete without you. Now is the time when I have actually grown up, grown up enough to start my own new world. But my new world also will be incomplete or rather cannot exist without your touch, your inspiration, your love and YOU.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">As I move far, far miles away in a few months…YOU will be the one missed much. I don’t know what will I do without you, how will I manage without you, how will I be without you. I only wish I can be remotely close to what you are in my world – the lady that you are, the wife that you are, the mother that you are, the daughter that you are, the daughter-in-law that you are, the friend that you are…simply the person that you are.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mumma, after I am gone, will really miss you but will still be closest to you. No one in life can replace you and no one in life can be what you are.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mumma, you are a magic to me and my world around you so magical!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">'Love you so much Mumma, and wish you a very happy and special 50th Birthday.'</span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Loads and loads of love</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Saumya</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">25<sup>th</sup> August, 2011</span><o:p></o:p></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-28729482846611808412010-09-21T19:47:00.004+05:302010-09-21T19:53:44.997+05:30Expectation and Relationships<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GyE2eoD_6oVzQZmsQl3kZaJgyHeU-DlO3RtZi_532xu7KQmEJ3xAe4IFtIuTgcWGwoNGPtzcrC6Sqcd5nORs0LP-gMFtSkVAyyjFr5eXQdkxrDm1BUo1gwTtyxVBFUlMEkUs_Gox7TU/s1600/Relationship.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GyE2eoD_6oVzQZmsQl3kZaJgyHeU-DlO3RtZi_532xu7KQmEJ3xAe4IFtIuTgcWGwoNGPtzcrC6Sqcd5nORs0LP-gMFtSkVAyyjFr5eXQdkxrDm1BUo1gwTtyxVBFUlMEkUs_Gox7TU/s200/Relationship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519372302606406930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlK6xI1qHVB4ZIJhZPjdEYtxk3oU8LFhAiK6PV2EzNVAJUo0IfM71mkH4MJ2U4Pep7eniQy6J_HWKtS3ddheBmuqcFXnB86_81mzrUcMixXyVC0Bmhw7lW4LehmUkbOF9DTHF8SBgk1tY/s1600/envision_expectations_pic2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlK6xI1qHVB4ZIJhZPjdEYtxk3oU8LFhAiK6PV2EzNVAJUo0IfM71mkH4MJ2U4Pep7eniQy6J_HWKtS3ddheBmuqcFXnB86_81mzrUcMixXyVC0Bmhw7lW4LehmUkbOF9DTHF8SBgk1tY/s200/envision_expectations_pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519371943269032658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >We all have had this discussion a lot of times with each other about our relationships and expectations from them. Have we ever wondered how relationships would have been if there were no expectations at all? Have you ever wondered why you fell low only when your expectation went high? Have you tried to think that only if you did not expect anything from your relationship then there would be no dissatisfaction, there would be no fights and anything small that came your way would give so much more happiness and it would only be smooth.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >We see so many relationships breaking, so many people walking out of their marriages, so many tiffs between the parents and children and so many fights amongst siblings. Has anyone tried to see the root cause of each one of them? Well, if you talk to people at some point everyone would have walked out of a relationship (relationships mentioned above or any other) only because his expectations were not met or not fulfilled by the person on the other side.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >What is an expectation? How do you define an expectation? Well I define it in many ways too but the most appropriate definition I derive from the word itself: EXPECTATION = EXPECT A SHUN!!! Why I define this as most appropriately is because when a person’s one expectation is fulfilled by someone else, the person moves to the next expectation. With each increasing expectation, it gets bigger and deeper and there comes a point when the person on the other side knows that he cannot fulfill them anymore so initially he starts to avoid (read as shun) recognizing your expectation and then gradually starts avoiding (read as shunning) you. Now here in this process the he starts shunning you. The time it takes for the person on the other side to shun may vary from an individual to individual and the extent to which he shuns you may also vary but the word itself tells you that EXPECT A SHUN! So, why make things difficult for yourself and for the other person?</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Well, I may be questioned by many of you that what is the essence of the relationship if there are no expectations and how can you have zero expectations? Let’s say the essence of any relationship is togetherness, love and the feeling of just being there. If you have these and no expectation you will find the essence yourself. How can you have zero expectations? Well, it is not easy, I agree but it is not impossible. I have not reached the state of zero expectation myself but at each expectation I make this conscious effort to recognize the expectation within myself and tell myself to put it aside. It takes some time initially but it works ultimately, trust me, and I say this from a personal experience. In a situation, where you are just not able to put your expectation aside, just tell yourself that if God believes that this is good for me then I shall get it. How and when you shall get it, leave that also on God, don’t try to decide that yourself. Then tell God to take care of you and you will be able to pull the burden of your expectation away from the other person from whom you were expecting. It works; it works like magic once there is a deliberate recognition put from you. This works because you are able to take away the burden of your expectation from others and at the same time you have only made your belief in God strong. This also tells us that existence takes care of you. This simply means that leave it on existence to take care of you and fulfill your expectation and not a particular person. Now let existence decide who that person has to be or what that source will be that takes care of you. <span style=""> </span>Don’t let others shun you, but aim to shun your expectation on your own. Remember, when expectations rise high, you fall low in life!</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Once you are able to start doing this, you will be able to welcome everyone and every relationship in your life for lifelong and with equal warmth and love all throughout. You will see that you do not have fights, you do not have arguments, you are not dissatisfied and in fact you are filled with happiness all the time.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >I am living such moments already but I am still not living all of it fully because I have not reached the state of Zero Expectations. I am waiting to be there…And I am sure once I reach that state there is no stopping between me and the smile on my face all the time, between me and the happiness all the time.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: times new roman;font-family:";font-size:100%;" >One thing to note here is that as I say all this, remember that no where do I mention that do not do things for others. Remember, that each thing that you do for someone else, you are doing because you want to do and not because the other person expects you too. When you do things for others, do those also with no expectation of return. Also, when you know the other person is not expecting your smallest action would be worth the thousands of happiness for the other one. You will be able to feel it, sense it and be satisfied.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: times new roman;font-family:";font-size:100%;" >Get loved, spread love and give loads of love!!!!</span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; text-align: right;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" >Lots of Love:</span></p><div> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; text-align: right;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;color:red;" >Saumya</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; text-align: right;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" >September 21, 2010</span></div>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-35449125139842739002010-09-03T02:13:00.005+05:302010-09-21T19:56:11.126+05:30My 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I had a flight via London and then a connecting flight from there to SFO. I left home at around 5:30 in the morning to make it well in time for the flight. I reached airport in about half an hour and went straight to check-in counter. Since I had done an online check-in, I just had to drop my bags, and so it was quick. The new Delhi Terminal was mesmerizing, it was so cool to see the Delhi Airport terminal of the international standards….loved it totally. Like a new totally excited visitor to the airport, I made my way to the security check and then the gates, clicking snaps on my way of the new terminal. We finally boarded the plane and the long journey of almost 8 hours started.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">We got breakfast and after that I slept. I got up in between, to have some water, to change my position in that limited area/seat and then slept again. Time flew by along with the plane and I hardly got to know the time spent in that journey. We landed at the Heathrow (London) airport at 1:00 (10 minutes later than the scheduled time) but it took them almost 30 minutes to attach the staircase to the plane and arrange for the buses. We then de-boarded and were taken to the terminal. I followed the ‘Flights Connections’ sign and rushed through the crowd to make my way to the counter to catch my connecting flight to SFO. I was the first at the counter there. But as I reached the counter and showed my boarding pass, the lady at the counter informed me that I am late for my connecting flight and so cannot board. I was just looking at her, when she pointed me to a counter and asked me to go there and the people at that counter would help me thereafter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">I started to move towards the pointed counter and made my way through the queues of people and finally was called by an officer at one of the counters from a row of counters called ‘Customer Service and Relations’. The lady at the counter saw the boarding pass and told me that since I was late for the connecting flight, they would re-route me and put on another flight. She confirmed with me, if I was OK with going to SFO via Las Vegas, I immediately said a yes and then there was a totally different thought on my mind: “Only if I knew before then, I would have actually taken the flight via Las Vegas and spent my weekend there, can I still do that?” And as I thought this, my thought was interrupted by the lady again and she said: “that even better, I will put you through a flight via Chicago. Since the next connecting flight is after 2 hours from there, you will get enough time to make it for your connecting flight!” I said ok, sounds good and again I had thoughts of a different tangent running though my mind (do I know anyone in Chicago, I would have visited Chicago and planned something like that if I knew…shucks not fair) and I was interrupted again. The lady at the counter then informed me that since Chicago, will be my first port of Entry at the USA, therefore I will have to go through the immigration at the Chicago airport. Then also, since my connecting flight from Chicago was in American Airlines<span style=""> </span>(AA)(partner airline of British Airways), I would have to collect my baggage from BA and re-deposit (check-in) with AA, and then go through the security check and take my flight. I suddenly thought that hell a lot of things to do to just catch a connecting flight…so I checked with her: “how about my luggage? I mean will you make sure it travels with me on these new flights and does not go to SFO or be left behind here in London?” She checked my baggage tags, scanned the bar code and updated the baggage flights also. I confirmed and re-confirmed with her about my baggage! She assured me again and again and then just asked me not to worry since I had good enough two hours between the landing at Chicago and the departure to SFO. Taking her words, I moved away from the counter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">As I turned around, to make through the counters (where I was first told, that I was late for my connecting flights; I was the first one that time) I realized that there was suddenly a flood of people at the airport. I had never seen any airport that flooded in all these years that I have traveled abroad anywhere. Ignoring that I made my way to the end of the longest queue (that I thought) and moved towards the counter slowly. Passed the counters and made my way towards the security check. And to my shock, when I reached the security check I realized that few minutes back what I thought was the longest queue ever, was probably one of the shorter ones. The longest ever was at the security check. It seemed that whole of London had decided to come and camp at the security check of the airport. Thousands and thousands of people, standing in the queues, longer than ever before and waiting for the security check. Without any choice, obviously, I made way through the security check (but at that point in time, I wished Google had given me a business class ticket, I would have made it to the ‘PRIORITY COUNTER’ queue which was way smaller’. As I kept on thinking of these random thoughts, I cleared the security check.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">After the security check, I realized it was already more than an hour that I had spent in all this and so the two hours wait that I had at London before the Chicago flight was reduced to a large extent. I went to the restroom, washed face, got ready a little with better tied up hair and a cleaner look, I came out and saw that the gate for my Chicago flight was announced and so I made my way to the gate. The gate turned out to be little far, had to take a train to the gates and make my way. I went, following the sign boards, took a train, followed boards and kept on walking to realize that my gate ends up to be the last one on the floor. As I reached the gate, within 2 minutes the boarding started. We boarded the plane. At the London airport, my cool phone (nexus one) had caught a Wi-Fi connection taking advantage of which I had quickly put a mail to my family informing them about the change and re-routing. However, while at the boarding gate, I realized that the Wi-Fi connection was not free and so my mail never went through to my family. Since I could not have helped beyond that point so I left at that and boarded the plane.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">After boarding the plane, I realized that it is just far beyond time that plane should have taken off. And then the captain announced that there were 6 people who had checked in, but never arrived at the gates. They were trying to get them and when they never turned up so they were trying to identify their baggage and de-board the baggage. All this took away 20 minutes and the flight was late by 20 minutes. After another 5 minutes the captain announced that due to heavy traffic, our take off position was after another 40 minutes. My mind immediately calculated that this means that the flight was delayed by total 60 minutes (1 hour) to land at Chicago. And a random thought passed by again: “isse toh Las Vegas ki hi flight le leti” how that would have helped I still don’t know because not that I was getting time to spend at Las Vegas…. Anyway, all these random thoughts took a U-turn again and the realization came that I will now have just an hour to go through immigration, luggage collection, luggage deposition, security check and boarding the next flight again….a little worry went through me. Then I thought that in any case sitting inside the flight I cannot do anything, so might as well watch a movie, eat, sleep and then will think later. And I exactly did that. After I woke up, there were about two hours left to our landing. I then watched a video on my screen which talked about requirements for the US immigration. From that video I realized there was one form that I had not filled and so asked the flight attendant to get me the form. When he got the form for me, I also asked him if he could spare few minutes for me to answer some questions and he readily volunteered to help. I explained him the whole situation and also told him that now since I had only an hour in hand for my next flight what exactly will be the process. While discussing with him, I also figured out that my departure to SFO was from terminal 3 at Chicago and we were landing at terminal 5. Hmmm, I thought another added item to my check list for Chicago. Anyway from that discussion with the attendant another confusion that came up was the uncertainty about my luggage following the same route as me. The attendant told me that even before you go for immigration, please check with the BA ground staff about your luggage and get that sorted. And I was mentally prepared for some good amount of efforts to be put at Chicago and still trying to make it for my connecting flight since I was not at all now ready to miss that flight again as it was already over 24 hours that I was traveling and I really wanted to reach and relax. There was this sweet lady sitting behind me, who heard my whole conversation with the attendant and guided me a little about the Chicago airport and told me that one has to take a train to Terminal 3 from Terminal 5. Now by this time I had started to become immune to the additions I was hearing that I had to complete in an hour. She was also very sweet to ask me if I had any change for emergency and I told her that I had dollars even I dollar but all in notes form and no coins. She fished her bag and handed over some coins to me for emergency. I was only glad and thankful to her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Just when we were about to land, the captain announced that all people with connecting flights between 7:00 pm and 8:45 pm should contact the officer right at the exit of the plane. I was definitely one of them since my flight was at 8:25 pm. As the plane landed the announced Local time was 7:00 pm. I knew I had exactly 1 hour and just few minutes to make it for the flight clearing all those added things in the check list. As the plane stopped, I jumped out of my seat, collected my hand luggage to be the first one to exit. While waiting to start de-boarding there was another guy hurrying just like me. He asked me if I had a connecting flight and what time. I answered him and he told me his connecting flight was at 8:15 and from terminal 3 only. We both just looked at each other, smiled, wished each other luck and inside ourselves wished ourselves better luck and started running. At the plane exit, the new boarding passes for all of us were pinned at a board. We were asked to look for ours. As I found mine, the officer standing there informed me that I should hurry up and rush to all the counters to make it in time and at each counter I should flag my envelope which had bright orange sticker that said ‘Express Connection’. This only gave me little hope that I can make it. But as I started running and rushing towards the immigration counter, the thought of checking the baggage passed my mind but then I said to myself: “just leave and stop thinking about it, for now run you can make it. Will see when I reach the baggage conveyor belt”. And I rushed. Wow! As I reached the immigration counters there were huge queues yet again at all counters, I tried my best to flash my express connection card, but found no one interested in looking at it. I kept on moving ahead trying to find a counter with least number of people. As I was moving, I got a pat on my back, as I turned I found an officer who had finally seen my express connection and asked me to follow him. With him was that guy from my flight too who had a connecting flight at 8:15. We both ran behind the officer, and he made a new counter open for all of us who had an ‘express connection’ card in hand. Stood in line at the immigration counter, the turn came but officer took his own time to inquire details from me, do not blame him since I knew this was America. “Welcome to America, baby!!!” I said to myself. There was a smile on my face as I said this and my immigration was cleared. I rushed to the luggage belt, and as I managed to pull a trolley I saw my luggage coming out of the belt and I took a breath of relaxation that there were no added items to the check list for Chicago airport. I collected my luggage and moved towards the exit. Right after the exit, there were American Airlines counters on the left. I ran towards the AA counters but obviously now I was not shocked or surprised to see long queues at the counters there too. And I flashed my ‘Express Connection’ card to which a lady responded and called me out of the line. Took my luggage and asked me to hurry up and move to Terminal 3. Following the signs, running through escalators, corridors I reached the train platform. Flashing my card again, I got attention of an officer towards me, who guided me the exact place from where I should board and de-board the train to make it nearest to Terminal 3. I followed him, and behind me found that guy from my flight again. We were both only smiling at each other and just feeling satisfied having crossed so many things on our check lists already. We both had same check list exactly. We then started to talk in the train and were just talking how lucky we were to get luggage in time and just hope to get through the security check also soon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">As we finished talking this, we reached the terminal 3. We both caught pace and rushed up the escalators one after the other and they just did not seem to end. And finally after 3 long escalators we were in the corridor, making our way through people running to catch that last hope that we will definitely make it. We reached the security check and yet again a long queue. And both of us with our express connection cards tried to make way, but security officers did not care a bit of that Highlighting sticker. And slowly moved the queue and my turn finally came. Opening the bag, taking out the laptop, putting things in different trays and all this process seemed longer than ever before even though I went through this at all airports….I was only hoping to make it. Right after clearing the security check, I checked the display and my gate was open already and just ready to board in next 3 minutes. I knew I could make it and I had to make it. And I ran…..realizing that even though my gate number was H8, but it was almost at the end of that section. Running through all the gates from between the restaurants and the smell of the food, I had no time to even think that I had not had anything after London time 4:00 pm (London and Chicago 6 hours difference). I finally reached my gate and boarding had started. They were boarding the priority customers (business class). So I knew had few more minutes in the hand. I then quickly looked for a phone booth and reached for it to make a call to Mom-Dad. Bless that aunty who gave me change in the plane, I was able to make a 2 minutes call with that one dollar to mom-dad and at least inform them that I was re-routed and so will be reaching SFO late at night. As I informed the main things, the phone got disconnected since 2 minutes were over. I then made way back towards my gate and boarded the American Airlines flight. Oh God, I had another 4hours 30 minutes flight to go through. I sat on my seat and just waited for the flight to take off. I slept all through most of this flight too; I had no other choice actually. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">At 11:00 pm, SFO time (pacific time zone) I landed the destination, my original destination airport SFO. I AM HERE BABY, I AM ALREADY HERE!!! With those thoughts in mind and a smile on my face I moved towards the luggage belt. As I waited for the luggage I connected to the Wi-Fi on my phone once again and received a mail from my sister informing that she had booked a cab for me via my hotel. I thought she had done that for the original evening time flight and so I replied to her, asking her to call me up immediately.<span style=""> </span>I confirmed with her for which arrival time had she booked my cab and she told me it was for this late arrival time that she had booked. Aaaaaah, I do not have to try and struggle to get a cab at this hour after all this for myself….THANK YOU DIDI!!!! I was so relieved. While I collected my luggage, I coordinated with Didi to find the driver who had come to pick me up. And there I was finally in the car to my hotel. At last, alas!!! At dot 12:00 mid night, I checked into my hotel and finally entered my room. Oh the look at that bed itself was so comforting, I can’t even explain. My sister being the elder caring sister was on the phone with me all the time as she worried about me traveling alone in a cab even though she had finally booked this cab as she was worried initially about me taking a public cab at night. But she will always remain my DIDI and so performs her duties of an elder sister really well, without asking for some….Muah!!! I got into the room and she called up again to check with me if I had got into the room. Then we talked and I narrated the whole tale to her and discussed on what an adventurous note had my trip to this part of the world had begun!!! </span><span style="">J</span><span style=""> Well, after that I spoke to mom-dad for a bit and then changed into night suit and got ready to hit my BED…I checked my mail and Ryan was coming to pick me up the next morning at 11:00. So I knew I had to be up early and so at 1:30 or so I made my way straight into my cozy bed and slept until 8 next morning!!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">These were the adventures of my flight to San Francisco!!! Loved it totally!!!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saumya Goila</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;">August 30, 2010</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-41328412048271279122010-01-10T14:38:00.009+05:302010-01-10T18:41:37.424+05:30I am Becoming a Lover Every Moment!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WHd80r2jn6cTsgZjrmKTKasz95v8XRiBcXdqcEevLfafzO7s6jXKc9aTt4DS771CnkGM8zf8bK7ImBezs9jEs90ODrrBKQSO4wVWj_W44T3hizMZJubfQIBk4yzZUry3JD8Xk1Dmtjo/s1600-h/single-rose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WHd80r2jn6cTsgZjrmKTKasz95v8XRiBcXdqcEevLfafzO7s6jXKc9aTt4DS771CnkGM8zf8bK7ImBezs9jEs90ODrrBKQSO4wVWj_W44T3hizMZJubfQIBk4yzZUry3JD8Xk1Dmtjo/s320/single-rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425041504585618114" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Love is only a feeling, and not a thought. When you say, you think you love me…Well I say you don’t, because you don’t feel it! You say: “but I said I think I love you, because I feel it”, I say: “When you feel it then you don’t have to give it a thought.” Love is the only feeling, without a thought. Love blossoms when you feel it inside. When it blossoms, it is pure and unconditional. When there is a feeling inside me without a thought that connects me with you and everything around me that is ‘Love’. When I do things for you to bring a smile on your face, I call it love. When I see a flower bloom, it brings a smile on my face, I call it love.</div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I want to get out of Yash Raj, Karan Johar, Suraj Barjatiya and the like movie concept of terming 'love' as just a relationship or a feeling just between two people: one male and one female. I want to term love as everywhere, in everything and in everyone. I am talking about the ‘Love’ which is spread and found in everything and in everybody.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I feel love in writing my thoughts, I feel love in making a card for you, I feel love in watching the rain drops fall, I feel love in helping the poor, I feel love in forgiveness and you are reading this right now that is because I feel love for you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I want to become a lover every moment. Why can’t we grow out of the traditional thoughts and teachings engrained in us and in our society? Why do we teach our children ‘to respect our elders’ and why not teach them to only ‘love’ our elders and every being and existence? When there is love (pure) that blooms, then there is respect in that love. Why should I not respect my peer, my junior, the poor or the rich, the plants or the animals? I want to just love everyone and every being that is around me. When a painter paints, he respects his each work, he loves his each work and so he loves his work and then loves himself. That is the eternal love that I want to feel.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">When I love something or someone, why can’t I keep it unconditional? Why do people have to remind me to expect something in return from my love? Why do you have to tell me to listen to you when you love me? Don’t you think I would in any case be listening to you if we both love each other? Why do I expect you to give me time just because I love you? Why do we mix the term ‘love’ which is a feeling from the heart with the things that our mind wants? When we say always listen to your heart when in doubt, why do we still question from our mind the rightness of the feeling of the heart?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I am exploring the new world of love and understanding the true and pure meaning of love these days, and so I am writing these thoughts. I am sharing with you all, because I feel the love and want you to feel the same love. I want to let you know about these so that you explore your inner self too and spread the love. For once, when you have read this, before thinking, feel what you just read? Once you do that, you will never question me in reply to this: “What’s wrong Saumya is everything ok?” You will never even have a question or doubt: “Saumya are you in love?” And of course you will not definitely ask: “Who is he or who is it that you have fallen in love with?” To all these questions of yours, there is only one answer that I will have all the time: “It is no one in particular; there is no ‘he’ in specific. It is just that I am falling in love with everything and everyone around, I am becoming a lover every moment!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">As I end this piece here for now, I am going to keep adding to this as and when I keep exploring the unconditional and pure feeling of love! Grow in love, grow in yourself, grow in God and grow in your soul!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"><b><span style="line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Love,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"><b><span style="line-height:115%;color:red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Saumya Goila</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">January 10, 2010</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><b><br /></b></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-1453321521240218372009-08-26T15:01:00.007+05:302011-04-14T10:44:20.516+05:30August 25th, 2009!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkanEjsD4rwUdEwzzmxJUpgQindDZ2kB3rC0pRG05JgOt5hAOQUg44rtJgTMovGrNRmjyDaYZeiXE_lpa72PYGmUHuzn-yMDV5ZpZh1sKOiEkyg4n1Cshlj7IFh6nwRnovV-Tn7-cw3EM/s1600-h/birthday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkanEjsD4rwUdEwzzmxJUpgQindDZ2kB3rC0pRG05JgOt5hAOQUg44rtJgTMovGrNRmjyDaYZeiXE_lpa72PYGmUHuzn-yMDV5ZpZh1sKOiEkyg4n1Cshlj7IFh6nwRnovV-Tn7-cw3EM/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374203050167315138" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The day started with Mom’s birthday celebration at 12:00 am, when she was pleasantly surprised with the video conference wishes that Jiju and Didi gave her and became part of her cake cutting ceremony.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The happiness on mom’s face, the surprise on her look, the spark in her eyes was so satisfying. It all made me so happy inside for giving her more than she expected. Her tiredness just flew away within seconds of this surprise and she still looked so relaxed and happy.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">At about 9:00 am, mom came to my room as I was still sleeping (bunked office because was working till 3:00 am, so could not get up to go). Mom lay down next to me with the same happiness, glow and spark in her eyes and face with which I had wished her good night. She was feeling so special still after the midnight surprise. The look on her face said: “I am so special, out of the world and so I am flying so high!” Not even slightly did I think that the small surprise would do wonders.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I made sure Mom did not go to the factory and spent the rest of the day with me. We talked, slept, planned things and what not. And then Mom received a call from Aunty (didi’s Ma) to wish her. While talking to aunty, mom invited aunty and Prashant bhaiya over to join us for dinner. And the excitement that I saw on mom’s face with that invitation was like that of a 10 year old kid excited about her birthday party in the evening. She made sure she did not accept a ‘no’ from aunty for any of the two. And as mom wanted, aunty called back in few minutes to confirm that she and bhaiya were joining. And mom’s excitement doubled. She was so happy. If it was in her hands she would have behaved like one pampered kid. But obviously she won’t do that!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">She then got ready and went to the factory for few hours. Mom and Dad came back at about 6:30 pm from the factory. We all got ready and went for the dinner at Punjabi By Nature in Noida. Aunty and Prashant Bhaiya joined us there. The dinner was nice and pleasant. Mom and Aunty discussed their kids, their childhood and what not. Lot of fun!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Towards the end Mom said that she would always remember ‘two birthdays’ of her life. One when Didi celebrated it with ‘Rasgullas’ when she was 3 or 4 years old and the second being this one! And there was immense happiness that I had inside. I then realized that the small surprise of a video conference with Jiju and Didi was like giving the world to mom. And that gave me such immense satisfaction and happiness inside for being able to give that world to mom! </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">J</span></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">On our way back, mom was all praises for Prashant bhaiya and obviously aunty. Aunty for mom is like her long lost friend and trying to catch up on all of these lost years. Dad and Mom discussing how simple, intelligent and what not Prashant Bhaiya is. Well, me sitting on the back seat of the car was only trying to figure how similar can people be when I heard them saying: “Prashant ek dum Sonali type hai – simple, intelligent etc etc aur Rahul ek dum Saumya ki tarah – cute, naughty, intelligent etc etc”.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And finally the satisfaction and a sigh of relief on their face for giving their daughter’s hand in such a great boy’s hand and sending her to such a fabulous family.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And as day ended, I wished mom once again “happy birthday”. Gave a good night kiss to Mom and Dad and came to my room and slept with the satisfaction inside never experienced before!</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-88443364579391619132009-08-26T14:58:00.005+05:302011-04-14T10:43:36.556+05:30Friendship's Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYe56bp5igM5uUh3zZF6RO9fA1eZILBva-MSQK_X167PJBRR8k_jhTc4IYc-mtoBd4gF0U3a5FKNb_bidSJ1-jUZXTLnRkKQ3eYWliFowRD6dmOkDarVQoHIhXCdlt9a7E5ELGUjPDWqc/s1600-h/friendship.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYe56bp5igM5uUh3zZF6RO9fA1eZILBva-MSQK_X167PJBRR8k_jhTc4IYc-mtoBd4gF0U3a5FKNb_bidSJ1-jUZXTLnRkKQ3eYWliFowRD6dmOkDarVQoHIhXCdlt9a7E5ELGUjPDWqc/s320/friendship.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374202449669465346" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You are the ones to cheer me, when I am low.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones to make me laugh, when I am serious.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who make me understand when I am wrong.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones, who forgive me when I do something silly.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who listen to my non sense talks even when you are most busy.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who are there for me even before I realize I would need you.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who don't need words from me to call you.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who need no introductions in my life.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who can never be replaced in my heart.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones I can live my each moment of life for.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones I can die for.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones with who I can be myself.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who read me even when I am avoiding myself.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who make me fall in love with you each day, each minute and each time.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones I want to spend all my time, and wish time to stop right there forever.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who are the caricatures of beautiful souls, pure heart and love.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who make me feel what I am.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are the ones who are just YOU all the time.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are my FRIENDS and I am proud to be your friend!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I'm feeling Lucky!</span></span></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-75986969358318325042009-06-15T16:50:00.006+05:302011-04-14T10:42:56.130+05:30A Good Night Wish!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_kztuk2wln84vdK65YhRb6FvwIF13Xoir0xKE75PgU7J5JObk74AA_73wrHzwskY1mueZkQ5kU25Kjgsv8SkN-VUHcE3_kkZaRypNYjguSWeejTGiE_FCItNup5cng3JhU1aeVhYOCQ/s1600-h/1177989540-886-3.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" 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Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><br /><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">As the day comes to an end,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">In god’s praise I bend!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Even when things around me, I know are messed,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">With God’s grace, I still feel blessed!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I know that he cares for my happiness,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">He makes sure I don’t experience sadness!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">As I look around me,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I find people with who I want to be,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I write this short poem for wishes I intend to send,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">To all those I call my ‘friend’…</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It is not that late at night,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But I wish you a good night!!!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-family: 'lucida grande'; " align="right"><span lang="EN-AU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Loads of love always,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">Saumya</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-26987955293090132942009-04-03T14:16:00.013+05:302011-04-14T10:41:56.475+05:30It's All About Us...<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" 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<w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span>It’s all about that spark, about that</span> <span>connect, about that frequency, those vibes that you exchange…</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about that meeting first time; about getting to know each other…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span><span>It’s all about those few days, and then about many</span> <span>more that follow…</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about crossing those few miles, and then about that realization…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span><span><span>It’s all about that</span> <span>mentoring, about that ramping and</span> <span>all about those common hobbies</span></span><span>…</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about that gyaan and about that laughing…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span><span><span>It’s all about being over grown and all about not being grown…</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about namesake, about the Hindi music…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span>It’s all about cribbing, and all about hearing it…</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about sharing opinions, about getting rich together…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span><span><span>It’s</span><span> </span><span><span><span>all</span></span></span><span> </span><span><span><span>about</span></span></span><span> </span><span><span><span>freaky Friday,</span></span></span><span> </span><span><span><span>and about the bullet tee…</span></span></span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about loving each other, and about missing each other…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span>It’s all about feeling happy and about sharing thoughts…</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about shedding those tears, and about wiping them off…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span><span>It’s all about knowing someone in a moment and about not knowing someone in 6</span></span><span> years…</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about 5 people and about their stories together…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;">It’s all about people I call “Friends” and about their relationship that we call “Friendship”!!!</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-72453501583083925322009-03-27T11:29:00.011+05:302011-04-14T10:39:58.588+05:30Inside My Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsGLVKyxKeR-5sX6x_Uoy1buXa1GEJ07dIxvuvzEMP2Q54lzw5YKaJ6DIb0Npr6lkBJ1P20GbCuu8HiovX6s1WmDLo5Op2ajrvn-NrSGkBcI3SByucJbRONDcJmlSGO_ZwxGaLMISBbs/s1600-h/deep_inside_my_heart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" 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class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span>Walking in the middle of the road, with no destination in mind,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span>I walked out of the house for peace and only to unwind.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span>As I keep moving like a zombie, all that is happening around,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span>Flashes in front of my eyes and make me realize I am bound!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span>I so want to run away from everything that is happening.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span>I wish I could break down once, crying and howling!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span>It’s been months since I have shed a tear, for a simple reason,</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span>I need to be strong as my family drives strength from me from season to season.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span>I am now falling short of strength with each passing day,</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span><span>I look for an outlet and comfort in</span> <span>you or others in various ways</span></span><span>.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span>To my surprise everyone I bank on, has his own life I realize,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span>So I still try to move on with no complaints banking on plans that never materialize!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span>Today I am standing at a t junction of my life,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span>Where one side is the life that I want from within,</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span>The other side is the life I am forced to go, since the people on other side are not welcoming.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span>I am scared of taking any turn and still standing here.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span>I only think till how long I can stand here,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span>I know all of them are right there,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span>But why is everyone moving away,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "><span>What is going on in my</span> <span>life, I fail to understand,</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">I want to live what I want with my life in my hand.</span><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><br /><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-AU"><span>Why everyone when I feel is closest starts to move away,</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-AU"><span>Why when I lose all hope and don’t need them, the come again?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "><span lang="EN-AU">Why, why, why?<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; "><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-AU"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-weight: normal; ">I just don’t want o live anymore…</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; "><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-AU"><span style="font-weight: normal; ">And if I really have to, then I want to where it is only me…</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; ">Because yet again I am all alone in this crowded world!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-47279855856206378852007-08-29T22:58:00.004+05:302011-04-14T10:39:09.025+05:30WAITING JUST FOR YOU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDibPVklF34Mza0yzcXdLeEIJcJRx2LGQrpyjq5WsRFPx0Z3S24EgpxtlyP8PCqkJmxuuU3wRx8p8Fl_LPrqgCB70C1cc3XQtqy7eLsJ_IlK15jpixg-CY8XXBLs6nRAoOmkuukSjGPww/s1600-h/waiting-for-you%5B1%5D.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDibPVklF34Mza0yzcXdLeEIJcJRx2LGQrpyjq5WsRFPx0Z3S24EgpxtlyP8PCqkJmxuuU3wRx8p8Fl_LPrqgCB70C1cc3XQtqy7eLsJ_IlK15jpixg-CY8XXBLs6nRAoOmkuukSjGPww/s320/waiting-for-you%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318543913919338642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size: 130%; " >I am here in the middle of the garden,<br />Admiring the beauty and the beautiful sight.<br />Everything is so nice, so beautiful and seems just great,<br />It looks as if I am in heaven,<br />But still I am not contended, why am I not jovial?<br /><br />Because I am all alone here,<br />Sitting on a bench, with a bouquet of flowers in my hand,<br />And sitting with some visions in my eyes.<br />Visions! But which are not clear, which are incomplete,<br />Incomplete! Incomplete they are because of his absence.<br /><br />He, who hasn’t come to me till now,<br />He, who will come to my life,<br />He, who will love me the most,<br />He, whom I will love the most,<br />He, who will trust me,<br />He, whom I will trust,<br />He, who will understand me,<br />He, whom I will understand,<br />He, who will give me all the exhilaration,<br />He, who will complete my visions by being in them!<br /><br />The visions unknown, with just the aspiration of becoming known,<br />Known! Known to him and through him, known to the world.<br /><br /><br />The visions are incomplete,<br />The flowers seem to be incomplete,<br />This heaven is incomplete,<br />I am incomplete,<br />And yes, my life is incomplete.<br />Everything is just so incomplete.<br />It is incomplete without you!<br />So waiting just for you!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em></em></strong></span>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-24692620247239305982007-08-29T22:48:00.005+05:302011-04-14T10:38:14.598+05:30THINK OF<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7G3RCmJaKPcja1UlD_f3CpAxXLt7TqF5RgcbSaHmanwnH_8cAB-ULutvZ26OgaQVhka_XtWL0kPKN8UC3s9TV06gg7Fg52lMZUNyOsfUMy609uQveRGzyBlwga2svnh7Y59HOKTzixQ/s1600-h/think-of-you.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7G3RCmJaKPcja1UlD_f3CpAxXLt7TqF5RgcbSaHmanwnH_8cAB-ULutvZ26OgaQVhka_XtWL0kPKN8UC3s9TV06gg7Fg52lMZUNyOsfUMy609uQveRGzyBlwga2svnh7Y59HOKTzixQ/s320/think-of-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318544142200583506" border="0" /></a><br /><span ><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span">“What is life if full of care,<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We have no time to stand and stare!”<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Is what the call of the day</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And this, without the slightest hesitation we say.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Entangled in a whirlpool of things,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Loneliness is what all it brings!</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of basking in the sun and listening carefully to the birds in the sky,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of getting rolled up in the waves of the oceans and then holding on with a sigh.<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of flowers everywhere with the spring in the air,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">While red, autumn leaves, leave the trees so bare.<br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Are these some things that we have forgotten?<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Gifts of nature, beauty – can they be so easily abandoned?<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of the pleasant smell of soil after the rain shower,<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And the paper boats set assail by small children and their peer power.<br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of two green parrots peeping out of a tree hole,<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And getting back quickly with a lion’s growl.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of the seismic river flowing down in the form of a cascade,<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Down the mountains, onto the plains, joining the sea in different shades.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of ships sailing far at the horizon,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As you sit and stare from the beech at the morning sun.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of the tides both low and high,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As they struggle to jump up and touch the sky.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of the hot – hot sands and oasis their heaven,<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And think of weary travelers who despite ending up into a mirage enjoy the burning sun.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of the big sand dunes and think of what could be inside?<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Even though you know its only sand, let your imagination run wild!<br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of snow caped mountain peaks and tops,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">That glow jade and blue as on them the bright sunlight drops.<br /></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Think of a dry leaf floating with a gust of wind,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">If we could fly too, dream on don’t bind your mind!<br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span">So think on and on from the Dusk to the Dawn!!!</span></span></span></span></span>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-26194560682214329402007-08-29T22:38:00.003+05:302009-03-29T15:43:11.376+05:30MY WALK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-wFShwB7SRLJOyrYObXgdvtJ38IsxEAJuwPVcM_RjEgjwb_GL_LEETjBUWkvv7n9nc8eGuh9B2ZIRwQOnCtwVctBxR9lg20rohtjX61s7gntlJLDf-1Yiuh4EV5xdLqkjn-sdYYpHks/s1600-h/walk+2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-wFShwB7SRLJOyrYObXgdvtJ38IsxEAJuwPVcM_RjEgjwb_GL_LEETjBUWkvv7n9nc8eGuh9B2ZIRwQOnCtwVctBxR9lg20rohtjX61s7gntlJLDf-1Yiuh4EV5xdLqkjn-sdYYpHks/s200/walk+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318546238160105122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was walking alone,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Alone on the sea side,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Thinking about myself, my life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I feel I was waiting for some one,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Some one to come and hold my hand,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Some one who would say… </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">“Hey! Why are you so upset??</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Don’t be, you are not lonely,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I’m there with you, and for you always.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Trust me just once”; he would say,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Then hold my hand and say,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">“You are right, you are thinking right,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I’m that someone whom you were waiting for!!”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I was happy and satisfied that finally he is here,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But suddenly I realized that I was still thinking,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And that there was no one there.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">He has not come.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Broken and shattered I was.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">So low I was feeling.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But then I thought: till when?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Till when, will I roam like this?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Completely in isolation,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Just in a hope and waiting for this hope to come true.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When I also knew that only when the right time comes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The hope will also come true.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I contemplated my walk further and,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Did not stop at one spot of that place.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">This thought stimulated me to move further in life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I have to carry on with my life and not bring my life to a halt.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">‘Everything happens at the right time and for the best’; I remembered;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And with dreams in my pocket, which reminds me everytime, that they will come true, I moved on and now I’m still moving.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Today I dream about everything, and proudly say,<br />My dreams will come true.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And with this anticipation I will keep dreaming.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Today I can see myself flying free,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In a new path, in a new sky,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">With my own identity along with me!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And I can also see someone now…</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">It is so great!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am confident that I’ll do it…</span></em></strong></span>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-70321350695045228502007-08-29T22:32:00.002+05:302009-03-29T15:42:46.178+05:30INDIAN PSYCHE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdVSPKnd9J7a6jzlRc4qb9J-XTaY8czHzvYe-alw4oJSDYPCGRmiTWpN5lUtR-D4gDLN8l3NW87l4fh7R04ln6rP5reOlZGmSmnWyLfNohr_hsjGcFjjscjJW1xNTwLJns8A27QIBfcg/s1600-h/attitude_comment_graphic_05.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdVSPKnd9J7a6jzlRc4qb9J-XTaY8czHzvYe-alw4oJSDYPCGRmiTWpN5lUtR-D4gDLN8l3NW87l4fh7R04ln6rP5reOlZGmSmnWyLfNohr_hsjGcFjjscjJW1xNTwLJns8A27QIBfcg/s200/attitude_comment_graphic_05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318547180226783154" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Why is it so typical with us?<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Why is it that people fuss?<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">We know what is wrong,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And we have known it now for long.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But still we do the same,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Just like Telgi has made his name,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In the stamp-paper scam game,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Stop this now it has become too lame!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Lets all be alert and aware,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">God at least I can no more bear,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Bear? Bear the disrespect to women,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Not now? Then can anyone say when?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That’s not only typical ‘ME’,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But that’s typical ‘WE’.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">We know what’s happening,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But right or wrong without even bothering!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The time has come to charge,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Charge us as society at large,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Raise our voices against the vices,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And for the wrong done pay no prices.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Population, pollution, corruption!<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">To these can we ever find some solution?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Now lets try to put an end,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And to all let this message be sent:‘Lets break the typical INDIAN PSYCHE’!!!</span></span></em></strong>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-53722735722930069872007-08-29T22:25:00.002+05:302009-03-29T15:41:39.296+05:30YOU NEVER DID<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwrjnIwBAErSr9D4zwbdWbz96OzhVALoUyfBf4MsqjzKdD8ePuBlKqR95IhflBJUCuyetI9PC5xNf3LRPQmNLbn9uKKO7hpIZWXaVpeN1T5MWhbHckRKnJjblgl1s502TquMTl9k-p7Q/s1600-h/separation_liability.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwrjnIwBAErSr9D4zwbdWbz96OzhVALoUyfBf4MsqjzKdD8ePuBlKqR95IhflBJUCuyetI9PC5xNf3LRPQmNLbn9uKKO7hpIZWXaVpeN1T5MWhbHckRKnJjblgl1s502TquMTl9k-p7Q/s200/separation_liability.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318548944154563634" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">When I started talking to you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And wanted you to talk as well, you never did!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Then when we became best of friends,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I still fought with you, but you never did!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">When I borrowed things from you and spoilt them,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I thought you would scold me, but you never did!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The obstacles of life, when we were crossing together,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I thought you’ll let me fall, but you never did!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In our ups and downs of life,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">At times I became low, but again you never did!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">During the worst days of my life,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When everybody went away, you never did!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And at times of decision making,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I sometimes left your hand, but mine, you never did!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But after so many years of our friendship, our sweet relationship,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When I thought you would ask me to stay together forever, you never did!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And finally when I had to go with someone else forever,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I thought you would stop me, but yet again you never did!!!</span></span></em></strong>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-78970383248300998172007-08-29T22:16:00.001+05:302009-03-29T15:40:53.057+05:30ALONE IN THE CROWDED WORLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gTxVq-_KVSFnGRqIqOjEy8JuqXQtuuBGKHWFhxisx_5qPzxz9X-iQDvtnvCsUzziv0uAYtumRvcrELTiH1BP4Pcl1svuwvoZZLGYkQavIA701oyEDyd4k6LMvQ-tZpzqDr4oaDsn5ms/s1600-h/alone_in_a_crowd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gTxVq-_KVSFnGRqIqOjEy8JuqXQtuuBGKHWFhxisx_5qPzxz9X-iQDvtnvCsUzziv0uAYtumRvcrELTiH1BP4Pcl1svuwvoZZLGYkQavIA701oyEDyd4k6LMvQ-tZpzqDr4oaDsn5ms/s320/alone_in_a_crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318550091602733634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Life has always demanded this from me,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I always lived it like that,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Today again it is demanding this from me,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And today again I will live it like this.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Life has always been demanding “LONELINESS” from me…………<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I am all - alone in this crowded world!!!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I have always lived alone,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I lived my life the way it came to me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was alone in this world,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">After traveling for so many years of my life, what do I see?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am still alone in this world.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Alone in this crowded world!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was “ALONE” since the time I did not even know the meaning of this simple word,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When I started to understand the meaning, I realized what I had been till today,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I then knew that I had been lonely since the beginning, so I accepted it now with grace and I know that I am,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Alone in the crowded world!!!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I had always been horrified of the word, “ALONE”!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Because I never wanted to be,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But today it is there always with me, and so I am,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Alone in this crowded world!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">On the contrary, the terror has now gone completely,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">It has become a part of me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Alone I live my life for myself,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I know that at present to live,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I have to be alone in this crowded world!!!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I live what is desired from me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I live what is demanded out of me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I live with it,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I live, what it defines,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I live like it,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I live as this word,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I live “ALONE”,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">ALONE, IN THIS CROWDED WORLD!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I have lived, I am living, and I will live alone,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Because I have always been unaccompanied everywhere,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">As there was no one and there is no one to accompany me anywhere.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Hey! So here I am, lonely!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">All “ALONE IN THIS CROWDED WORLD!!!”<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Today I have become what no one in this world would like to even think of to be,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I am emotionless, a stonehearted creature.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">To me now it does not matter whether there is someone to accompany me on the rugged paths of life or not.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I have learnt to live alone; I am alone, but so what?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I can walk on my own on all spheres of life,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I am unmoved by loneliness just because of the simple reason that it has always been a part of me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am untouched by emotions,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But it should not worry you, because I am happy!<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am happy being what I am,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I am happy in living alone.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am happy in beginning to live:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">“Alone in this crowded world!!!”</span></em></strong></span>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-17300572192353384872007-08-29T22:02:00.008+05:302011-04-14T10:22:56.185+05:30FOREVER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1TMQD2_BaGCD2LpnFdMHondE28MpFJIdeYf01T2_uHJgru4g9LViUi3DpvLRdU-ogIap58iCA4-rRVFt6IoGyrLECkY2kZFu8nO9xKjptkjy_PD6LZhR2qRJ6epRPmptxcRkwM-XxOA/s1600-h/if_we_could_last_forever.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1TMQD2_BaGCD2LpnFdMHondE28MpFJIdeYf01T2_uHJgru4g9LViUi3DpvLRdU-ogIap58iCA4-rRVFt6IoGyrLECkY2kZFu8nO9xKjptkjy_PD6LZhR2qRJ6epRPmptxcRkwM-XxOA/s320/if_we_could_last_forever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318551803175039506" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span>If my writing conveys everything to you,</span><br /><span>Then I would write forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If the words I speak mean to you,</span><br /><span>Then I would speak forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If my love fills your heart with love,</span><br /><span>Then I would love you forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If my holding your hand gives you happiness,</span><br /><span>Then I would hold it forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If the song I sing, makes you sing as well,</span><br /><span>Then I would sing forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If my dance makes you dance with me,</span><br /><span>Then I would dance forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If the music I play, makes you tap,</span><br /><span>Then I would play it forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If you would eat together with me,</span><br /><span>Then I would eat forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If you would have a sip with me,</span><br /><span>Then I would drink forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If I could spend all the time with you,</span><br /><span>Then I would stop the time forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If you would join me in the game,</span><br /><span>Then I would play forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If my smile brings a smile on your face,</span><br /><span>Then I would smile forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If my prayers give you everything you want,</span><br /><span>Then I would pray forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If my promise keeps you close to me,</span><br /><span>Then I promise forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If you would understand me,</span><br /><span>Then I would make you understand forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If I could see you,</span><br /><span>Then I would see you forever.</span><br /><br /><span>If you were here,</span><br /><span>Then I would keep you with me forever.</span><br /><br /><span>But only if I could remove this ‘<b>IF</b>’,</span><br /><span>Then I would remove it forever.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"><em face="lucida grande"><strong></strong></em></span>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431724340193402744.post-89723076143054671032007-08-29T11:31:00.003+05:302011-04-14T10:35:01.853+05:30BLACK LEAF (AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A ‘LEAF’)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa7Fia9hJwR-hASu_ODqKj3mGG89ym8rEc9dV_p8L8secyBaJuJ7v8n1lZmt5W9mNAA9PebDLE2x9ZKPZRcFdsmvPxYocfipKslwWSXC6hRj2AojbYP3FKsit1hkdDjx9aKyZJGnDa8w/s1600-h/black+leaf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa7Fia9hJwR-hASu_ODqKj3mGG89ym8rEc9dV_p8L8secyBaJuJ7v8n1lZmt5W9mNAA9PebDLE2x9ZKPZRcFdsmvPxYocfipKslwWSXC6hRj2AojbYP3FKsit1hkdDjx9aKyZJGnDa8w/s320/black+leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318552158898061138" border="0" /></a><br /><span ><strong><span><span>I was happy and gay,</span><br /></span><span>When I took birth one fine day.<br /></span><span>I grew up with my full stride,<br /></span><span>And was attached to my tree with pride.<br /><br /></span><span>But one day, I noticed I had bronchitis,<br /></span><span>And my cousins had </span><span>conjunctivitis.<br /></span><span>All because of the deadly pollution,<br /></span><span>For which we can never have any solution.</span><br /><br /><span>No one…no one came on my back to rest,<br /></span><span>Which once, they found was the best.<br /></span><span>My color changed from green to black,<br /></span><span>Again because of this deadly smoke,<br /></span><span>Which pinned into my vein lets like a fork.<br /></span><br /><span>One day, you will find me in a garbage stack,<br /></span><span><span>As I feel, there’s something I lack.</span><br /></span><span>Yes, yes the green color,<br /></span><span><span>Which everybody has, even my neighbor.</span><br /></span><br /><span>Since I have no fame, thus,<br /></span><span>Like thousands I will leave no name….!!!!</span></strong></span>Saumya Goilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176596156649518664noreply@blogger.com1