<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365</id><updated>2011-08-09T17:55:29.963+05:30</updated><category term='happiness'/><category term='enjoyment'/><category term='love'/><category term='friend'/><category term='growing old'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Loose Change</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-1141093360711009703</id><published>2011-04-12T19:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:23:23.432+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing old'/><title type='text'>growing old is a lovely feeling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Birthday coming up sometime soon...and thoughts of growing old keep cropping up as well.  Here's a list, in no particular order (excepting the first one!), which tells you why I so love the aging process...at least for now ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. A fabulous, fantastic life partner who's a friend first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Few, not many, friends.  Friends who get my jokes, my feelings, my emotions, my happy days and not so happy days.  Who're there for me...when I say that, I really do mean it...they're always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Enjoying the work I do...voluntary and paid work...I am at a phase in life where I actually take on projects that I have fun writing...it's a lot of learning, a lot of unlearning and sometimes a lot of stress...but apart from all that they're always fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Finding peace within myself...being comfortable in my own skin is the biggest thing I've achieved recently...I know I need to lose some more weight, but I'm getting there...in the meantime, I'm just comfortable with the extra weight I have...it comes in useful to throw around you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. I know I'll sound horribly soppy as I say this...but the family I have?  It's seriously the kind of family you'd want to show off :)  A mother who's trying to learn something new every single year - that's her way of staying young.  My father who still works 12 hour days and whose energy levels leave most of us tired!  My brother who's....(it'll sound like hero worship, so I'll cut it out)...I'll just say he's quite unique...those of you who know him will know exactly what I mean!  And a sister-in-law whose wisdom and love...whose advice...stays with me every single day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Told you it'll be soppy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Enjoying life in general....no particular reason really...it's just a nice feeling to be happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It actually takes very little...and almost very few material things to really enjoy yourself...what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-1141093360711009703?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/1141093360711009703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=1141093360711009703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/1141093360711009703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/1141093360711009703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2011/04/growing-old-is-lovely-feeling.html' title='growing old is a lovely feeling!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-1818516592019300973</id><published>2008-09-19T17:52:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:23:47.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MobileO'Mania</title><content type='html'>We all seem to have lost our souls&lt;br /&gt;To mobile gadgets and handsets galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No network results in grave depression&lt;br /&gt;Call coming through&lt;br /&gt;Bring forth a wave of exhilaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depleting charge will throw one&lt;br /&gt;In serious despair, which only&lt;br /&gt;A plug point can repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No calls? No SMSes?&lt;br /&gt;Result in deep despair&lt;br /&gt;A blip? A ring?&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee! Yippeee! Yeaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an SMS the other day&lt;br /&gt;Alleging there's another way&lt;br /&gt;To talk, to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish!!! I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(received by SMS from...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-1818516592019300973?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/1818516592019300973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=1818516592019300973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/1818516592019300973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/1818516592019300973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2008/09/mobileomania.html' title='MobileO&apos;Mania'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-8709069740189444891</id><published>2008-09-19T17:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:05:12.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Been a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Since I wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reasons are many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Too many to emote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changing places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changing lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changing paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changing drives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Writing for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As opposed to many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It became personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not to be shared with anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All these and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Made writing seem such a chore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not any more though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Definitely not any more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-8709069740189444891?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/8709069740189444891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=8709069740189444891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/8709069740189444891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/8709069740189444891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2008/09/changes-galore.html' title='Changes galore'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-6686573593653469125</id><published>2007-04-03T13:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:08:19.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The diet starts tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>I was surfing rather aimlessly (as usual!)&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I came across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amul&lt;/span&gt; Ice Cream's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; store.&lt;br /&gt;You can actually order ice cream online, get some extra ice cream in the bargain!!! And have it all delivered within a day to any city from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adilabad&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yeotmal&lt;/span&gt;. Its a district in Maharashtra. I just looked it up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have sugar free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pro biotic&lt;/span&gt; ice creams (do check them out). And of course yummy stuff like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chocochips&lt;/span&gt;...drool away!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link: http://www.amul.com/icecream/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yippeeee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Horaaayyyy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Diet..do just go away :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-6686573593653469125?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/6686573593653469125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=6686573593653469125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/6686573593653469125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/6686573593653469125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2007/04/diet-starts-tomorrow.html' title='The diet starts tomorrow!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-889814887405303715</id><published>2007-03-03T20:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:43:34.541+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All over again</title><content type='html'>The blank page looks at you&lt;br /&gt;You want to write&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days pass and nights fly by&lt;br /&gt;The anguish you feel&lt;br /&gt;Is what you live by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;You start laughing&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;You start living&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;Your love's in love with you&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-889814887405303715?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/889814887405303715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=889814887405303715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/889814887405303715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/889814887405303715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-over-agin.html' title='All over again'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-737334427399731730</id><published>2007-03-02T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:21:29.354+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Worth thinking about...</title><content type='html'>I've heard that peoples' likes and dislikes give you a fair idea about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about their favourite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses about a person whose favourite vegetable is garlic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-737334427399731730?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/737334427399731730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=737334427399731730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/737334427399731730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/737334427399731730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2007/03/worth-thinking-about.html' title='Worth thinking about...'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-1361393176750499178</id><published>2007-01-31T21:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:08:12.581+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to let me know?</title><content type='html'>The euphoria you feel&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ecstasy you feel&lt;br /&gt;When you  know its for keeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheer happiness you feel&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure you get&lt;br /&gt;Just spending time with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you think of good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter bubbling forth&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of a lifetime with him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-1361393176750499178?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/1361393176750499178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=1361393176750499178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/1361393176750499178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/1361393176750499178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2007/01/would-you-like-to-let-me-know.html' title='Would you like to let me know?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-116903135151119554</id><published>2007-01-17T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:25:51.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The blight of social responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back again after a long time...I felt compelled to write&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Write about the big images the words 'social responsibility' conjure up in the minds of people. You think of this big company out to do social good in whatever small way they can.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Right! I agree completely.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But what happens when the product of that very company is littered all over a virginal landscape?&lt;br/&gt;Should the company also not educate you and me on how to best dispose the trash that they are helping us in creating?&lt;br/&gt;Sounds muddled? Let me give you an example...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I visited Kashmir recently...and its everything the poets make it out to be...heaven on earth.&lt;br/&gt;Life is definitely returning to normal for the average Kashmiri and Srinagar is beginning to assume the hues of a tourist town. We were lucky to see it a little unspoiled having gone in the off season. The winter harshness gives it a stark unparralleled beauty, all its own.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From Srinagar, we went further up to Gulmarg. Climbing up to its highest accesible point (13500 feet) you can see the Himalayan range in all its splendour.&lt;br/&gt;You look at K2 and the Harmukh and innumerable other unnamed mountains...breathe in the biting cold fresh air...get lost in the majesty of nature...and walk forward to get lost in it all.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AND SUDDENLY...your feet go scrunch on something...you look down and realise that you have walked onto an empty chips packet. IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Are we fair in littering this virginal landscape? Is the man/woman/child who buys that packet for a measly Rs. 10/- even aware of the word 'littering'? &lt;br/&gt;Is it not then the 'social responsibility' off the company to bring about this awareness. A do not litter sign on that self same packet hardly makes a silent shout for this cause. &lt;br/&gt;When are we as literate, socially conscious citizens going to make the companies aware?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is anybody listening?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-116903135151119554?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/116903135151119554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=116903135151119554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/116903135151119554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/116903135151119554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2007/01/blight-of-social-responsibility.html' title='The blight of social responsibility'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112591628267151055</id><published>2005-09-05T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:01:22.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My life has been full of conflicts lately…on the one hand I have had my life falling into place…ecstatically into place…and on the other hand I have had one of my closest friends facing a tragedy and grief…which seems insurmountable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do when the person she thought was her closest counterpart, her lover, her sweetheart, her husband is no more…how does life go on for her??? I can empathise and I can grieve…but I cannot understand…for that I would have to live her life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions, thoughts, puzzles, all unanswered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does life go on…when it has stopped for a few…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we all love again. And we all go on with our lives…I have too come up from what I thought and envisaged as complete tragedies…things that would make my life come to an end…or at least ensure that I stopped living for a long time to come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then life has a way of falling into place…very rightly for some and limpingly for others…but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am sounding morose and I know this is not how I usually sound…but then I am counting on time…to heal her wounds…to make her look at life again…to smile that smile again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;All I can do is wait…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112591628267151055?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112591628267151055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112591628267151055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112591628267151055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112591628267151055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/09/living-again.html' title='Living again?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112538439959587002</id><published>2005-08-30T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:21:36.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who is it that I am mourning for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday a friend’s husband passed away in a road accident. Just like that! I pick up the phone to hear that Arun is no more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arun of the ArunKavya couple. Arun of the Crazy Coorgi Couple (that’s how I had christened them!). Childhood sweethearts, completely in love with each other… And suddenly one half is missing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whom am I mourning for? Arun who is not around or Kavya who is? Or am I feeling guilty about the fact that I yet continue to enjoy the small pleasures in life, when my friend is not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read an epitaph a while back. And I think this is how I could best describe Arun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'While alive he lived'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112538439959587002?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112538439959587002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112538439959587002&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112538439959587002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112538439959587002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-is-it-that-i-am-mourning-for.html' title='Who is it that I am mourning for?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112313607445787218</id><published>2005-08-04T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:11:47.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Would you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Read an article in the morning that got me thinking…no I wish it was something as trivial as fairness creams, or perhaps the next best thing in cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all about living and dying. This article hits you hard, right from its headline which screams out &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/crime/article/0,2763,1542032,00.html"&gt;'I kept saying, "Help me, help me." But no one did’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman, very much like you and me…caught in a violent situation not of her own choosing…decided to act a little differently than she would otherwise have done…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what got me thinking…I have faced umpteen accident victims, taken them quite a few times to the hospital and have had emergency care administered to them…received their gratitude as my token…and walked away with a mental pat on my shoulders for having emerged a better person from the whole scenario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation was however totally different! It was wrought with violence, with a knife wound, with a person bleeding to death…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were faced with such a situation???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you just turn away and carry on with your life? Would you mentally calculate the amount of setback time this will cost you in terms of helping out the person? Would you see the jacket that you were wearing? Is it branded? Would you be willing to part with it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you actually think all these things, while the person was being killed in front of you, was dying in front of you? WHAT WOULD YOU DO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tell me that you will help…unthinkingly, instinctively, spontaneously…just because the situation demanded it of you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Would I??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112313607445787218?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112313607445787218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112313607445787218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112313607445787218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112313607445787218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/08/would-you.html' title='Would you?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112305723258155454</id><published>2005-08-03T13:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:49:41.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>thinking aloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Stray thoughts that come to mind...this is one post that I will keep updating...with my thoughts and your inputs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;…the more we are taking away from Mother Nature, the more she is striking back in areas where she yet has total, absolute control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;- Happiness is infectious...just like life...try it sometime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112305723258155454?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112305723258155454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112305723258155454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112305723258155454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112305723258155454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/08/thinking-aloud.html' title='thinking aloud'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112305694338417654</id><published>2005-08-03T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:46:50.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I had to, I just had to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Driving to work (yes I know! Seems like that’s how I spend the major part of my day)…anyways…driving to work sometime last week…a hoarding caught my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all this post is all about! Just that one hoarding…as hoardings go, it was the regular tin hoarding with the flex print ad put on it rather slickly…the ad you are asking…exactly my point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad was….well…how do I put it across??? A breakthrough ad, one that breaks all gender barriers and myths…equalises all gender inequalities in one fell swoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short…it was a fairness cream ad, the cream being targeted very specifically at the male of the species! A few things that caught my eye…and made me go into paroxysms of laughter…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ad takes the onus of bringing all closet ‘dark horses’ out into the open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean we shall soon see a new fashion trend? Men will now sport the cream in their breast pockets rather than the traditional handkerchief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The model in the ad – rather dishy I would say! And a wheatish (understood by most Indians I think!) complexion to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hmm…essentially means that we do not have any dark men, at least in India…at least none that the agency or their client could unearth! Of course a similar ad for women would have the woman looking a darker shade of coal and turning a whiter shade of brightness :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Doesn’t this whole approach strike you as being rather ironical??? Botox face lifts, fairness creams for not so dark men…the list goes on… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112305694338417654?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112305694338417654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112305694338417654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112305694338417654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112305694338417654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-had-to-i-just-had-to.html' title='I had to, I just had to!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112263280835169484</id><published>2005-07-29T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:56:48.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The bitter pill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Written for a friend...hope it helped the person in question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Gives you the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;Sending you deep down&lt;br /&gt;The nadir which knows no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Just then, you look up&lt;br /&gt;See the world bottoms up&lt;br /&gt;Making sense as you go round the bend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112263280835169484?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112263280835169484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112263280835169484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112263280835169484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112263280835169484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/07/bitter-pill.html' title='The bitter pill!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112143249279242168</id><published>2005-07-15T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:34:28.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The world in size small</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/1059/1600/tarsier1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/1059/320/tarsier1.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I was reading up on some interesting stuff about small animals, their habits etc etc…when suddenly I came upon a creature called tarsier. Its adorable, as you can see from the photograph attached here…what did take me aback was the absolute miniature size…these creatures are &lt;em&gt;really small&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Just got me wondering about creation…the beauty, the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/1059/1600/tarsiers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/1059/320/tarsiers1.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;perfection of things, as they exist around us…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;P.S. Image credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Image 1 - leewongu.byus.net/.../ 작은원숭이.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Image 2 - www.fell2earth.com/ puzzles/tarsiers.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112143249279242168?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112143249279242168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112143249279242168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112143249279242168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112143249279242168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/07/world-in-size-small.html' title='The world in size small'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112143202945360497</id><published>2005-07-15T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:23:49.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What DOES make the world go round?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Strange question??? Completely not in context with what I usually warble about???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…I guess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to slow down for that faction of a second and look around at the life that is passing you by…things that leave you awestruck and amazed….spellbound…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early mornings,&lt;br /&gt;Misty with rain&lt;br /&gt;Dewdrops on leaves&lt;br /&gt;Shining again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds sing out aloud&lt;br /&gt;Their chirping a musical sound&lt;br /&gt;How can you then&lt;br /&gt;Even whisper aloud???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk through the grass&lt;br /&gt;Naked feet in the mist&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a part of it all…&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at the way it feels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day goes by&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you amazed&lt;br /&gt;Noon light&lt;br /&gt;Filtering through the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Dappling with a weave effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night comes in. Softly&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing not in the least!&lt;br /&gt;Getting along with it&lt;br /&gt;All its sensuous appeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day unfurls&lt;br /&gt;It leaves me spell bound&lt;br /&gt;Amazed, awestruck, speechless&lt;br /&gt;In love with the beauty&lt;br /&gt;That abounds all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close those cynical eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blindfold the disbelief&lt;br /&gt;Step back to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;This moment in time&lt;br /&gt;In all its hues&lt;br /&gt;Steeped with All its beliefs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112143202945360497?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112143202945360497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112143202945360497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112143202945360497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112143202945360497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-does-make-world-go-round.html' title='What DOES make the world go round?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112117239731918363</id><published>2005-07-12T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:17:57.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;One of those days, when there was nothing much to do…or maybe there was and I just didn’t feel like it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extended coffee break with colleagues went into interesting areas of conversation…interesting to some…controversial to some…beliefs and principles….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague had just come back from the Transport Office where she had gone for a learner’s test…as she had been in the U.S. inevitable comparisons were made between the US and the Indian system…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red-tapism &lt;em&gt;(a very Indian phrase mind you!)&lt;/em&gt; just gets to some people…but then there are believers like me…who believe that we can make it happen…we can make this system work…it just needs our time and some patience…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit entering any government office earlier would make you feel like that you have entered a claustrophobic cubbyhole...yes I do emphasis it as a thing of the past…coz things are changing…maybe not with supersonic speed…but they definitely are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are offices where the employees smile at you and wish you a cheerful good morning as soon as you enter…there are offices where the only machines are the high end IBM business machines…there are offices where you have a bi-lingual form available for those not well versed in the local lingo…there are offices where….Oh! I can go on and on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you just HAVE to believe. Believe that you are making the change. Right here and right now…believe that if you refuse to give that money and spend those 2 hours being physically present on the premises, the work WILL get done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Care to take the time out to give all this a chance??? Coz that is all I am asking…a bucketful of your time, mixed with a pail of positive belief…to make this work…wanna try???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112117239731918363?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112117239731918363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112117239731918363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112117239731918363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112117239731918363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-believe.html' title='Do you believe?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112117151294831841</id><published>2005-07-12T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:01:52.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Watching the world go by…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;People watching has always held an endless fascination for me…be it close friends or complete strangers…more fun with complete strangers actually…you do not know anything about them other than what you can see and perceive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the railway station the other evening for some work…the parking spot that I found was rather distant from the entrance. Walking up briskly (rather late in the evening, tired, wanting to finish all work and just get home), my pace suddenly slowed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped back for a minute to observe the life unfurling all around me…have you ever noticed the completely different ways in which people walk? In a railway station, where you have people across all strata, the differences, the variations are even more pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person walking by, had an ambling gait, which would speed up after a couple of paces and then slow down again…almost like he remembered to slow down…better not go in early…what will I do in there for so long? Or maybe he had go as a part of an arrival party that he would rather not have been a part of! So the adult in him was asking him to be there on time, while the spontaneous child in him, was dragging his feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another man…excuse me for pigeon holing this person….but he was a Casanova right from the word ‘go’…not in an offensive manner (which was a welcome change!)…but just someone who really did appreciate looking at women…in fact he was even quite helpful to a couple of ladies with their luggage…am I the dreamer here? Maybe he just steals all that luggage under the guise of helping hapless women…No! I’d rather believe the good side…just a man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different languages being spoken, different tones, expressions…all that to accompany the very distinct personas that you see all around…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;So what do you think you would call it??? People watching…or watching life????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112117151294831841?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112117151294831841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112117151294831841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112117151294831841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112117151294831841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/07/watching-world-go-by.html' title='Watching the world go by…'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112082232927032378</id><published>2005-07-08T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-08T17:02:09.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>There I go again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I did write about my hibernation period…the delicious feeling…of doing absolutely nothing…looking back I realise that the sense of doing nothing actually had a lot of other things built into it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts that come to mind when I think back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not working&lt;br /&gt;At home&lt;br /&gt;Not doing much&lt;br /&gt;Just lazing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world go by&lt;br /&gt;Through the window of my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up a book to read&lt;br /&gt;And falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to hear the voice&lt;br /&gt;I’d been hearing in my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has kind of slowed down now&lt;br /&gt;The colours in sharper relief&lt;br /&gt;With the smaller moments&lt;br /&gt;Coming more to the fore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the larger moments&lt;br /&gt;Getting magnified some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back it feels like&lt;br /&gt;A dream I lived in&lt;br /&gt;With reality coming&lt;br /&gt;Slowly creeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with all its colours and hues&lt;br /&gt;Right here for me, right now&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to come in again&lt;br /&gt;Be a part of it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world go by now&lt;br /&gt;Liking the way it looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Loving its colours and hues…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112082232927032378?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112082232927032378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112082232927032378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112082232927032378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112082232927032378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-i-go-again.html' title='There I go again!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-112071885694834666</id><published>2005-07-07T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:17:36.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meanderings and stray thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Hey there! Started writing my own blog and rather reveling in all the ‘creative pursuit’ (at least I thought of it that way!)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the same time was when I decided to go into hibernation….and believe me it was that way! Took a month off between jobs…doing what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…the first few days were spent feeling as to how much time I was wasting not doing anything! Does that make sense? In a crazy kind of a way??? Here I was with the break that I had been trying and planning for the last 6 months…and now that I had it, I didn’t know what to do with it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! But the best part has yet to come! One fine day I woke up at 11.00 in the morning and suddenly there I was…used to the delicious, sinful thought of being completely jobless…..of course I had pending tasks and things to do (still pending by the way J) but what the hell….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took time off to go visit my parents in Mysore…decided to drive down…Oh! I enjoyed that drive….I’m sure you can relate to the heady feeling, that complete high…when you know for a fact that you have left the city behind…out on the road…traveling for a while…with nothing but just that on your mind! Indescribably amazing! Of course I also met (would encountered be a better word?) some truck drivers on the way…god! What an awful thought to have a woman overtaking them…and just maybe coz just maybe her driving is not that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from a completely chilled out weekend to continue with what else??? The extended weekend…days spent on long (and I do mean long!) conversations in getting to know this very interesting person…more about that some other time…well maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long drives knowing that I had enough petrol and just about enough cash for an emergency…or being out at a time of the day when the sky looked like what it must ideally look like in heaven…that hint of rain…that hint of the mist hanging in the air….the roads relatively clear of traffic…the slight breeze to just blow through your hair….and just when you thought you couldn’t have it any better…it starts to drizzle! Of course then…you JUST HAVE TO coast along with the day! Drive on, not knowing where you are headed, get down and walk around not knowing where you are. Stop for a coffee and meet some interesting people at the café…just because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this lasting for one long month! Ok lets get back to ground reality! I am back at work now…at a new job…with certain insights gained about myself in this past month…wanna read on????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taking time out and doing nothing can probably be really productive! Mentally!&lt;br /&gt;- Discovering new things about yourself…can be a really heady feeling&lt;br /&gt;- Giving the time to have that relationship develop (the one I keep promising to write about!)…lets put it this way…it can put a smile on my face anytime…anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that time out….just because….justa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-112071885694834666?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/112071885694834666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=112071885694834666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112071885694834666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/112071885694834666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/07/meanderings-and-stray-thoughts.html' title='Meanderings and stray thoughts'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111699757950922847</id><published>2005-05-25T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:13:45.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the road a dumpster???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Driving along on a pleasant evening&lt;br /&gt;Looking out at an empty road&lt;br /&gt;A rare sight, not often seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out comes flying a bottle into my vision&lt;br /&gt;Looking around for a spaceship&lt;br /&gt;All I detect is a Lancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people in the car I venture to ask&lt;br /&gt;The originator of the rubbish&lt;br /&gt;And set them to task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrepentant, incomprehensible looks&lt;br /&gt;I get greeted with!&lt;br /&gt;Utter silence I am left with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watch another scenario unfold!&lt;br /&gt;The driver’s side window&lt;br /&gt;Comes swooshing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apology is what I am all set for!&lt;br /&gt;I see rubbish flying out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The road before…the divider then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111699757950922847?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111699757950922847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111699757950922847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111699757950922847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111699757950922847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/05/road-dumpster.html' title='the road a dumpster???'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111658333102400568</id><published>2005-05-20T15:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:13:27.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Driving by….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Mornings are like most mornings for any of us…start slowly and then build it all up to a crescendo…jump onto the bike or hop into the car and speed up. Right up to the time you hit the first traffic jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! I guess that’s when you slow down and take that first breath. Look around, realize that it’s a different time zone and light effect you are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly one of those very typical mornings for me today as well. A little more than most, because of my lack of sleep! Driving by on the road, feeling a little sleepy, wishing that it was Sunday rather than Friday. A very blissful zombie like state of existence very hard to describe but very easy to understand :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a turn onto the inner ring road, my usual route to work…and just woke up! In the midst of all that traffic, all that smoke, the continuous haze that seems to hang over the area (maybe its all the negative vibes generated by road rage…OK that’s for another time!) …I suddenly noticed a splash of lavender and lilac colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime back I had spotted some roadwork being carried out on the dividers that span the entire stretch of this road. It was quite sometime back and I hadn’t really noticed any other activity since…a reason that made me forget that entire activity…until today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole stretch of this divider seems suddenly to have burst forth into life! All those creepers or plants planted months back…all seem to have bloomed together at the exact same moment. The splash of color, the vibrancy, THE LIFE…it all seemed unbelievably beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Guess that’s all it takes really to start living again…. just a bit of color added to your mundane life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111658333102400568?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111658333102400568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111658333102400568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111658333102400568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111658333102400568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/05/driving-by.html' title='Driving by….'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111650132117516755</id><published>2005-05-19T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:13:05.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;These last few days I have been on a perennial high! If you ask me the reason…I have no answer to offer. Would an over used and oft repeated phrase like ‘Just because’ suffice? Maybe, maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…I actually got down to analyzing this whole feeling! That’s always a bad idea, but then what the hell! I have never been an advocate of extremely good ideas to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go meandering and wandering all over instead of answering my own questions…. and this is when I sat down to make an honest attempt to answer my own question. And boy! Did I come up with some interesting answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang around and prepare to be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/strong&gt; I decided to BECOME happy! Sounds like an overblown stuffed shirt leading the ‘heal the world’ scenario? Not really! I really did make that resolve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Close friends and family achieving personal and professional goals. Always a very nice feeling!!! But when they come close on the heels of each other, they really do build up to give you that high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 3:&lt;/strong&gt; I have finally climbed the fence and come onto the other side of the ‘What If’ scenario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all these actually help a person to stay happy? No clue…but some other things that definitely do help…and I mean it…actual material things that you can physically see and grasp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having a friend around who gives you the space but yet is there&lt;br /&gt;- Having family around who is never there in person…but always there in spirit&lt;br /&gt;- Listening to good music first thing in the morning – other than traffic updates and the latest hits (how do they become hits if none of us listen to them????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on…but then I am the one going to be jobless soon with nothing to do! So will probably have more to add to this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111650132117516755?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111650132117516755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111650132117516755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111650132117516755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111650132117516755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/05/happiness.html' title='happiness?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111649803434871624</id><published>2005-05-19T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:12:37.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>loud silence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;There I was standing at the signal with the usual eclectic mix of car and two wheeler horns being heard in the background. Happened to turn around and see my colleague standing beside me on the two-wheeler. His hand had very casually rested on the horn, which was blaring away for the whole world to hear. He was of course oblivious to it all…did I forget to mention the fact that he is hearing impaired? Well…he is. By gestures I did manage to get the message across, and the horn did stop honking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just set me thinking along the lines of the world he regularly inhabits. And which we in these loud times sometimes wish for. Can some of you at least answer these questions which are getting louder and louder in my head with each passing day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does a loud, blaring horn signify about your personality?&lt;br /&gt;- The fact that you are so silent in your other life?&lt;br /&gt;- Or does it connote that you are so loud that you need something louder for it to be heard by you?&lt;br /&gt;- Or just maybe you are a secret recruiter for the Art of Living classes? Drive people out of their wits and then help them get it back all together :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The way technology and innovations in the technology sphere are leapfrogging? There will soon be a day that we will have visual display monitors at the back of our cars. We would then be able to type in the message that we want the motorist or biker at the back to read….stuff like…&lt;br /&gt;- Oops! That’s not really the way you want to wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Or how about this one?&lt;br /&gt;- Man! Is this the only way the world listens to you? You have my sympathies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy!! Did I give way a secret for the next hot selling gizmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I better get my share or there’s no end to what you are going to hear from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111649803434871624?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111649803434871624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111649803434871624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111649803434871624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111649803434871624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/05/loud-silence.html' title='loud silence!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111648305507466089</id><published>2005-05-19T11:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:12:04.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;With all its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;With all its highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;With all its curves and throws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes you on one big ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it gives you choices&lt;br /&gt;At times you just grab them anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always&lt;br /&gt;It invites you&lt;br /&gt;It tempts you&lt;br /&gt;It seduces you&lt;br /&gt;It excites you&lt;br /&gt;Into living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111648305507466089?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111648305507466089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111648305507466089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111648305507466089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111648305507466089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/05/life.html' title='...life'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111641361120942537</id><published>2005-05-18T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:18:12.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nonsensical sense!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh there I go again! Wanting to write my stuff and with no clue about what to do. Actually this state of affair is not going to last very long…what with the imminent unemployment looming up close on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will actually have days in which I will do nothing than wake up late and do nothing other than read and watch the Travel and Living Channel (Gosh! Was that a change of colour that I noticed in your complexion???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month has been extremely eventful to put it mildly. After long months of absolute complete indecisiveness…long hours (at least they feel like it!) spent on the treadmill and the stepper suddenly crystallized it all in my mind! I just knew that I wanted that unemployed tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine cruising along on the road and someone full of road rage comes up to you and asks – “So? Are you completely jobless?” Your answer rather gleefully can be a YES! Wow! Doesn’t just the thought of subjecting someone to such mindless, needless high automatically qualify you for sainthood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes as you can see and read, the very prospect of approaching unemployment has freed me to the extent that I can actually talk about my own upcoming sainthood with such absolute clarity and modesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually a lot of things that I have been wanting to write about for some time. And well….since I have managed to write stuff of such earth shattering importance and put it up here for people to read…and you are yet reading the stuff? OK I will try and write something that will probably make even lesser sense and be even more intellectually challenging the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See you around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111641361120942537?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111641361120942537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111641361120942537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111641361120942537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111641361120942537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/05/nonsensical-sense.html' title='nonsensical sense!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111477654688750986</id><published>2005-04-29T17:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:18:34.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The rhythm in your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My roommate and I were on the painful return trip from the gym. Late at night, hungry and doggone tired! We also realized the unfortunate fact that there was no food at home…and stopped at a take away counter on the way to pick up some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the restaurant but its location, which was in the spotlight. Situated in a busy street called Tippasandra, it sits amidst the heart of the entire hustle-bustle of the entire marketplace. With a community hall sitting not so far away from it…&lt;br /&gt;That community hall is what I noticed last night. It was shining brightly even at that time of the night…shining brightly amidst all the surrounding chaos and mayhem. There was a wedding underway inside. The exterior resplendent in floral finery with the names of the bride and the groom etched out in beautiful floral creations…that take long hours to execute and shorter hours to wither! Bright lights decorating the entire exterior and announcing the presence of an ever brighter bedecked bride sitting within. Loud orchestrated noise could be heard coming from within…and in the midst of all the tiredness, I suddenly felt the urge to dance the local dance …in the middle of the road…right then…Dance away the pains? Dance away your sorrows? Maybe it does make sense after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111477654688750986?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111477654688750986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111477654688750986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111477654688750986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111477654688750986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/04/rhythm-in-your-life.html' title='The rhythm in your life?'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474365.post-111460338337963896</id><published>2005-04-28T06:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:18:54.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At least its a start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I took a pen and a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to just jot down my thoughts…Or so I thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind went blank…and my ‘creative juices’ dried up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I supposed to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart rending decisions I do have to take&lt;br /&gt;Some gut wrenching realities I do have to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am just not ready for them now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as I term it has more in store for me now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are fresh beginnings that I have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things to do…&lt;br /&gt;And checklists to make…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklists that cover Oh so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, Pity, Sorrows&lt;br /&gt;These are things that I would like to leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria, Joy, Happiness&lt;br /&gt;These are the things to look out for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life! As they term it…&lt;br /&gt;Here I come…&lt;br /&gt;With joys, ecstasies&lt;br /&gt;Unknown but plentiful all around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474365-111460338337963896?l=anam1ka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/feeds/111460338337963896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474365&amp;postID=111460338337963896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111460338337963896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474365/posts/default/111460338337963896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anam1ka.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-least-its-start.html' title='At least its a start!'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563343282814733067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
