<?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-1593185798304796076</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:34:01.187+05:30</updated><category term='women'/><category term='education'/><category term='problems in love'/><category term='travel'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='after love'/><category term='beach'/><category term='mama'/><category term='lakshadweep'/><category term='mba'/><category term='mom'/><category term='best place'/><category term='nature'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='love story'/><category term='myself'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='live every moment'/><category term='love'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='money'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful!</title><subtitle type='html'>My blogposts describe me enough..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-7049526931147783352</id><published>2012-02-06T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:44:10.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Love is such a beautiful world, there are times where we went fanatic about it, so excited like this is why we were born for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now that valentine’s day is around the corner I feel like filling in few lines in here to talk about love and how we all go nostalgic when we come across bouquet shops, archies, online ads, facebook etc . for those newly in love need not be any reminders of valentine’s day this month they would have planned like a month before on what to gift and where to go this special day, how to make each other feel special and so as to steal a kiss or anything of that sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For those who plan to propose someone look forward to this day so that they feel empowered like it’s a day designed for them to legally tell what they feel, and here an extra round of planning goes like which is the right place to go on a date, right food, right time to propose, right flowers, chocolates, perfectly right gift…. And a bunch of friends on sms and calls connected to make sure nothing goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For those who have passed the stage of newly in love and have come to the stage of just before tying a knot, this would be a very special occasion of showing their love and the attention they give to every detail like her/his favorite restaurant, favorite flowers, perfectly planned day… this is to be remembered for the rest of their lives coz they are going to enter a new phase of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For those who are newly married they are now a couple, it’s a new life it go to be all new to go out as a couple to get a table booked for a candle light dinner with all those blushes to experience the ‘newly married status’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For those who have well crossed all above would necessarily mean you must be married now for more than a year or two. This stage need not be all that bad coz for those who are lucky would still get red roses and chocolates, and for those who are not might need to be reminded by the bouquet shops, archies, online ads and facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We all wish life would go like the movie ‘valentine’s day’ where the grandpa cuts roses from garden and places near grandma and she wakes up happy to see them fresh and lovely and grandpa surprises her with a gift, it’s a movie end of the day all that we can’t be we see on a screen so that we know what can make us feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Want to end with an own quote ‘being in love is like being young you will definitely get older and so does love’&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/1593185798304796076-7049526931147783352?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/7049526931147783352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=7049526931147783352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/7049526931147783352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/7049526931147783352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s day!'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-5935156063680355090</id><published>2011-10-03T14:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:38:03.750+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>I’m never coming back again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am a little girl from top of the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;‘All the worlds’ love is for me’, said my mama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For I am the only blessing they have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I had never known, a day of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For I was safe and sound in the nest of care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i was the luckiest girl, In all the kingdom I have known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Once came a clad riding from down the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Spelled a charm from his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I left my abode, to join a new life’s journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;‘Goodbye mama’, will I ever see you hold me again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One day I opened my eyes, to see a vast desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Where have I landed? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;In the land of no water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The more I walk, the further I sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The charmer had disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For whom I left the world behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Searching for life’s oasis….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;‘Mama’, I’m never coming back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-5935156063680355090?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/5935156063680355090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=5935156063680355090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/5935156063680355090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/5935156063680355090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2011/10/mama-im-never-coming-back-again.html' title='I’m never coming back again!'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-6955526494645441775</id><published>2011-09-20T11:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:39:44.278+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Another love story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Those days… where have they gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Those beautiful long drives in the night, with a hint of romance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Scared to go home late, feeling bad to leave this enchanting moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tastiest biryani’s and all new experiment in every restaurant we could walk into, we would talk, talk and talk as if the world will end tomorrow and that excitement in which we would share things as and when it happened. I would always start with “you know whatttttt….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Every Sunday Bangalore would be most profitable coz we bought n number of fruit juice, snacks, biryanis, movies and shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Those movies we saw, did we even know we went for the sake of watching? I would not answer that question. Popcorns we had.. We have spilled more pop corn than actually ate. It was like we would go to movies only for intervals and popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Those fights we had… the fight will be of the silliest reason but to resolve it would take hours and hours through night and day and I believe the telecom companies profit at this single aspect on their earnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Online 24/7 was the kind of relationship.. And not sharing the simplest thing for the day is a sin in both the cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A flower will bring smiles; a chocolate will bring giggles and love. A ‘love you’ brings the meaning for that day’s living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A small trip will mean freedom, being kids again, understanding life more together, giving those small gifts to say Christmas is all year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The name on the phone screen flashes ‘calling’ and my heart would pound fast, smile on my lips and ‘off’ goes the current world out of sight. When it’s U its only U and nobody or nothing else is first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When we tried to lie parents, the innocence, the fear of getting caught … how bad can it get to be today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Travelling city to city for each other, one holiday is all we need to dream to see each other, to keep reminding ourselves on things to talk and share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Feelings of sadness every time we have to leave, when again would we meet again to talk, to share, to fight ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life was not at all fair for those limited mobile balances, time restriction to talk, limited time to spend with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We would dream about staying together as a family, it would seem like a princess story and ending happily ever after. We wanted to belong to that fairy tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And today I sit and remember all those moments, OH GOSH! It was a wonderful part of my life and I never get to live like that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Who said its only college days that we miss later in life, these initial beautiful days of love also never come again even if you end up marrying the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What is life today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Work 24/7, phone calls only to inform ‘I will be late’, go out only if only any occasion calls for it, going out for a movie is no more for fun or pop corn it’s now a calendar event, when was the last time I heard someone loves me?, I am the reason for airtel’s losses, now fights are very short coz we are getting late for office, now flowers come only if ordered for somebody’s occasion, birthdays become ‘oh I have to buy some gift’ kind of an event, anniversaries become ‘here comes another expense’ kind of obligation, pick up and drop facility now passed on to auto bhaiyyas and meru uncles, not keeping well is now ‘you can manage right?’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why do we have to dream? Why do we need to fight the world for it? Why do we get all that happiness when being in love and been loved? Why does that go away so fast? Will it ever come back again? Or is it all lost like those old college days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We all need answers, answers to our own hearts….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ljalgU37Zk/Tngns5q9FZI/AAAAAAAACAU/I_lFdSaedbU/s1600/i_love_you_and_i_hate_you_80005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ljalgU37Zk/Tngns5q9FZI/AAAAAAAACAU/I_lFdSaedbU/s320/i_love_you_and_i_hate_you_80005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-6955526494645441775?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/6955526494645441775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=6955526494645441775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6955526494645441775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6955526494645441775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-love-story.html' title='Another love story..'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ljalgU37Zk/Tngns5q9FZI/AAAAAAAACAU/I_lFdSaedbU/s72-c/i_love_you_and_i_hate_you_80005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-5901789992012177164</id><published>2011-08-08T10:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:40:19.803+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakshadweep'/><title type='text'>One lakh islands - Lakshadweep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64nN1L21PT4/Tj-8_vxGtmI/AAAAAAAACAM/Iy5GENRnGX0/s1600/IMG00985-20110722-1856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64nN1L21PT4/Tj-8_vxGtmI/AAAAAAAACAM/Iy5GENRnGX0/s400/IMG00985-20110722-1856.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I can still feel the gush of winds and hear the waves of green-blue Ocean. There are no words to complete anybody’s imagination. After this little gyan let me present to you the subject of talk here- “Lakshadweep” which means a one lakh islands, OMG! What a place.. I have not travelled abroad to say this is the best that is in the world, but I can definitely say this place is the best that I have seen be it from my eyes, pictures, movies or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let me describe you about this heaven, it was a dream come true for me as I had been thinking of this place from 4 years now. And finally I get the chance to actually be there. First of all its not a commercial tourist place so there are no much travel options from Bangalore except through air, so me and my hubby set off from Bangalore to Agatti – which is the only island in Lakshadweep with airport and when we landed we saw a thin strip of land which is one end of the island and we saw both ends of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The scenic view from airplane is the most exotic piece of picture I have ever seen. The green blue waters like you have found a piece of jewel in the middle of an ocean, like you are stranded and find this piece of land to breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You must have seen a lot of movies where people get lost and land up in an uninhibited island- I got the same feeling. We stayed in a small cottage with the wind pushing in my face 24/7 like it was reminding its presence every second, like it’s the messenger to inform beforehand about the mighty ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As I stood at the walkway bridge towards the sea, I saw eternity. The waters had its language to speak; the silver fishes swam against the green water, a dozen big and beautiful turtles would float on the surface with their yellow neck popping up for air, the jelly fishes innocently float away, the fishermen would try hard on their luck from the infinite waters, the sunsets so tranquil, the underwater had a billion creatures living thinking it was still like the beginning of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the night set its tent pitch dark, the quick crabs would play around like it’s their world now. Its darkness, invisible waves, nocturnal world and peace at my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People living her would smile at no matter who you are, their eyes so innocent like human, like purity, like truth. I believe some angels guard this treasure island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_tmgjso="130" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_tmgjso="144" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wish I belong here - to the creation, the nature, the truth, the sand and water, the beginning and the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-5901789992012177164?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/5901789992012177164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=5901789992012177164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/5901789992012177164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/5901789992012177164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-lakh-islands-lakshadweep.html' title='One lakh islands - Lakshadweep'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64nN1L21PT4/Tj-8_vxGtmI/AAAAAAAACAM/Iy5GENRnGX0/s72-c/IMG00985-20110722-1856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-6435551445564325658</id><published>2011-03-28T11:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:45:19.082+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love- Its complicated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZ1Z3E82H0M/TZAwIn_C8dI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/NPFh4TcWFck/s1600/LOHL011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589020062297289170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZ1Z3E82H0M/TZAwIn_C8dI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/NPFh4TcWFck/s200/LOHL011.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZogeiVwBY0Q/TZAv72bgWCI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6wJXxxlBIRQ/s1600/LOHL011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tX7HwbIl_io/TZAswi-6tUI/AAAAAAAAB6I/dM5A6Cf2j00/s1600/LOHL011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The concept of love is such a complicated thing… how did our parents manage to get through this complication over so many years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We see someone, we are attracted, we speak and we understand. This is the person we want to live a life with forever and ever happily… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPILY??? Now that’s a big question mark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do love stories ever get solved? Is break-up the only solution if its not working out? To get to the topic of not working out in love what actually goes wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s all lovely in the initial stages of love, angels dance in day dreams, you start hearing to your heart beats, every beautiful thing makes you smile, and you feel lighter than a bird. These being very common symptoms you go through this beautiful thing called love, and there comes a next stage of compatibility and understanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens here? Slowly you start noticing every activity of your partner- what he/she does? Who are his/her friends? And every possible thing about you partner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some things that make you uncomfortable about your partner and same is your partner’s case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, come on! Is there something called made for you- personalised piece in this world? How can you even dream about such a thing, you have not ordered a personalized laptop for goodness sakes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have just found yourself another soul like you with a different mind, different thinking, different habits, and different views about life…. In two words a different personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basic facts about relationship for which you do not need to read this novel “men are from mars, women are from Venus” (I didn’t read either) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your partner remembering your birthday, Valentine’s Day, wedding anniversary and etc days is not compulsory. If he/she is out of station calling you or even informing that he/she is alive is not mandatory Your partner is not on any obligation to know if you had food, slept well, looking good in your new dress, new hairstyle… and a lot of such little cute things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to think twice while speaking to people around you, But be very broadminded if it comes to your partner, let him/her have his own way of prioritizing people. &lt;/div&gt;Make sure you have your own hobby options active like reading novels, watching movies, painting etc. because you need them when u do not have the attention or company you expect from your partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go on, but considering your patience levels to read the same I am stopping at this. So this is what you need to be trained with to have a perfect relationship going on with zero fights. (ok please do not attempt to find my address or number to get to warn me about stopping such torturous facts to be published in this blog) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite! Alrite! Alrite! Alrite! Now to the actual facts, I am as confused as you are as a reader about “ what is the perfect recipe for love?” well, there is none. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone needs to find their own success recipes in their own way. Please do not purchase stuff like “how to fall in love” “how to sustain in love” how to understand your spouse”. &lt;/div&gt;Coz what’s in a book is a person’s view; it’s his/her point of getting solutions in a relationship. What is your story? What is your expectation? And what is your partner’s? Understand, talk, love, feel, tell …. And then find a solution yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can teach you how to love, will this mean I know your partner better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love exists, it does. Believe it, feel it. If you still don’t, remember that there is a lifetime to know you and your love, but not believing it can erase everything at this single moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you are forced to read a little note which i might call a poem.. (love:what all it makes you do!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does this happen to love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time a prince rode on the flying horse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who came from high above the skies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To seek my hand into life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes closed, I stepped ahead of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a vow for the love of my life &lt;br /&gt;My eyes had a billion dreams inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt they would unfold in every moment as I step &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still thinking my hand is in yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am with you leaving my world behind me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trusted your hand more than my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believed in you more than my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And If I had to wake up one fine morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find all this was a dream, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would want To sleep forever… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vibha &lt;/div&gt;(Did i hear an applause? or did you click on something to block my blog?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-6435551445564325658?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/6435551445564325658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=6435551445564325658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6435551445564325658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6435551445564325658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-its-complicated.html' title='Love- Its complicated!'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZ1Z3E82H0M/TZAwIn_C8dI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/NPFh4TcWFck/s72-c/LOHL011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-1273133497995887013</id><published>2011-03-28T11:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:53:26.600+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wlkVXzJypWc/TZAovjJZVeI/AAAAAAAAB6A/4khhmA978fA/s1600/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589011934920398306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wlkVXzJypWc/TZAovjJZVeI/AAAAAAAAB6A/4khhmA978fA/s320/freedom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi folks, I know you must have missed me for long now, I just took a break to renew my skills and my ways of communication. Now I know you won’t buy such bullshit, so the fact is I got married and took a year’s break on blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has changed a sea after this licensed live-in relation arrangement was done. Had I been a spinster I would have cribbed to have been married, now that I am married I miss the days where there were no rules to my mind. Is it that I am having a tough time coping with a husband material? Not at all.. He is not a husband, he is a rollercoaster. No! Guys, no imaginations on this quote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have all the freedom I need, all the permissions required, I need not behave wifey, I need not think for being what I want to be. Then WTF is the problem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok here is a preliminary analysis of the problem I am undergoing. It’s a new law of physics or whatever subject this might fit in to, that when u have something which is what you always wanted, you no longer wish for it. Which is you no longer appreciate that it’s a big thing. Like example I had a lot of restrictions of being the only daughter about things like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early to home policy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No movie with friends policy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No coloring hair policy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any salon treatment needs pre approval, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress measurements should be a size bigger than you actually are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for all the policies above I wished I had FREEDOM! Now off course I have it. tons and tons of freedom (like I measured it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I not be the happiest wife in the whole world? Haaa there is the catch, now I have freedom so what’s next? Now that is life, just because you wanted something so badly and you get it, your life does not stop at that. What is the next big thing you want is the way of thought. Life would become stagnant if we had everything we want, its like we finished our life in here so lets move to the next world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day you have got everything you ever wanted you wil look horrible with wrinkles, not a drop of energy even to think about what you want next. That’s when the invisible world decides ‘alrite pack your bags and disappear’. And then probably you are born again somewhere to learn again, think again, wish again, live again. so, dont stop dreaming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok guys come back, I’ll talk about more such crazy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-1273133497995887013?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/1273133497995887013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=1273133497995887013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/1273133497995887013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/1273133497995887013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wlkVXzJypWc/TZAovjJZVeI/AAAAAAAAB6A/4khhmA978fA/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-2596249154014192003</id><published>2008-06-22T22:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:15:20.570+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>live, let live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SF6A9HaEdAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/snwYFSAs1ro/s1600-h/indian_couple_full_240W_crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SF6A9HaEdAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/snwYFSAs1ro/s320/indian_couple_full_240W_crunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214747205990380546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried to examine your parent's life, I am talking about those typical orthodox family’s story, it is common that most of the women in these families are house wives, they are dependents - financially, emotionally, security wise. Nothing wrong in this dependency, but do all our mothers really love being a house wife and dependant on their husband, and I am sure 99 out 100 would answer yes since they are trained with these readymade answers.&lt;br /&gt;To an Indian woman ‘life’ is- her home, her husband and her children nothing beyond a caretaker’s job. And we do hear to the opinions such as 'it is a great pleasure being a house wife looking after everyone' and blah blah this is obvious coz she has seen nothing beyond this and she has lived a life of a sheep which follows its friends.&lt;br /&gt;Specially in a typical orthodox family every wife is living her husband’s idea of life, its not actually her dreamed life.. your would be does not want you to work you say yes, he wants you to be a house wife, he does not permit you to wear the dresses you dreamed to live with, you need permissions and authorizations to go out, you must give explanations on every phone cal u make or receive, you got to stop all the internet activities.. I mean this is so called typical Indian bahu, exceeding anything of the above you will be labeled arrogant, attitude etc.. oh come on give me a break will the male accept the same rules formulated for a woman, physically weak does not mean we are automated robots. We have a life of our own like every living being on earth so treat us that way.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if this article can change the present husbands, but this is just a hope that the going to be husbands give a thought over this matter.&lt;br /&gt;Next time you decide your would be’s  life is to be designed by you, remember you are not marrying a girl you are marrying a robot, of course a robot which brings a lot of drowry along.&lt;br /&gt;Living a meaning full life is not in controlling others; it is in giving others a life that they want to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-2596249154014192003?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/2596249154014192003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=2596249154014192003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/2596249154014192003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/2596249154014192003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/06/live-let-live.html' title='live, let live'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SF6A9HaEdAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/snwYFSAs1ro/s72-c/indian_couple_full_240W_crunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-279176598531761810</id><published>2008-06-07T19:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:17:27.285+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Relationships r forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SEqQVIvgZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FmwqGjV6R_0/s1600-h/relationships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SEqQVIvgZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FmwqGjV6R_0/s320/relationships.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209134611805792194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are relationships so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time u fought with your girl/boy friend, or your close friend, your best friend, your spouse, or brother/sister, you mom or dad,  be it anyone there is some different kind of expectations that we keep with different relations.&lt;br /&gt;The more we expect the more we are hurt, we always tend to think the fault is on the other side which is actually not coz the opposite party also thinks the same about us.&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly we hurt a lot of people who truly love, but in the process of loving too much we happen to hurt indirectly, taking a simple example of a boy and girl(imagination of relation at the reader’s discretion) wherein the guy expects the girl to be all dedicated to him, by the word dedicated I mean she should spend her time completely on him be it on mobile phone, be it in a direct meet, or on chat, if the girl has free time or rather just time it got to be for the guy, nothing wrong in this because there is this mentality of a kid who thinks his mom should like only him but not his sis, this usually happens in a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;But the flip side is that the guy tends to become over possessive and the girl starts feeling the pinch, she loves the guy and she has no doubts about it but the way she feels in the relationship is a trapped kind of feeling, this is not healthy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually goes wrong in this relation is expectations and the power of controlling someone’s life, you may feel great in making someone obey your orders, make someone live a life that you like, but this is absolute cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstandings and fights crop up at this stage, so what is the solution??&lt;br /&gt;When there are fights in a relationship this generation youngsters misunderstand it as that the relation is not working, so it has to be called off, the fact is that they fail to realize these simple things that has a huge impact on relationships.&lt;br /&gt;- Stop controlling your partner with rules and limits&lt;br /&gt;- Do not control your partner’s freedom by restrictions&lt;br /&gt;- A little possessiveness is good, but over possessiveness causes damage&lt;br /&gt;If love truly exists between you, you need not guard it by your rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights does not mean things are not working out, it means you are just knowing much more about the other person, a sweet smile, or a simple talk can solve this and the moment of reconciliation is the best moments in relationships. The more you fight the better you understand a person.&lt;br /&gt;Learn about the likes and dislikes and make sure you do not do stuff that your partner hates, it is like you hate cats and your partner knows the fact but still gifts you one, is’nt that irritating? It’s the same way someone feels when you do things the other person hates. &lt;br /&gt;A relationship is about adjusting with the goods and bads of the other person, when you truly love someone behave the way that makes the other one happy and this does not mean you got to change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It just means you don’t do things that the other dislikes. Happiness lies in making someone happy and if you truly wanna be happy make someone smile today, surely it would multiply and come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;So next time you fight you know what to do, right? Learn to forgive and you’ll be the happiest creature on earth. &lt;br /&gt;Life is so beautiful therefore ‘live and let live’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SEqQCabpGRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RFSu41DTLkQ/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SEqQCabpGRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RFSu41DTLkQ/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209134290136799506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-279176598531761810?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/279176598531761810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=279176598531761810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/279176598531761810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/279176598531761810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/06/relationships-r-forever.html' title='Relationships r forever'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SEqQVIvgZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FmwqGjV6R_0/s72-c/relationships.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-1244902982394372527</id><published>2008-05-23T19:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:01:55.003+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>MBA- Master in Bindaas Attitude</title><content type='html'>What has management education taught you?&lt;br /&gt;This question had been ringing in my ears from quite a long time.. Especially because in one of our lecture classes, we answered like dumb people for a question on tools of promotion and our lecturer had commented “any layman can answer like you”. And this is absurd.. So, I am no better than a layman, how worst can it get to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SDbf3lCr4fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1pVj7TN0InE/s1600-h/gildedgraduationiStock_000000962916XSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SDbf3lCr4fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1pVj7TN0InE/s320/gildedgraduationiStock_000000962916XSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203592565402362354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to my mind that my lecturer was so true, I am still the complete normal dumb person as I was 2 years back when I entered the post graduation, carrying with me 1000 expectations of acquiring a world of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? , because the word ‘MBA’ has created this hype that a master in business administration can create the 8th wonder of this world, specially if he/she is from a premium institution.&lt;br /&gt;And now to ground reality, I still feel I am whom I was 2 years back without this huge investment, and a 2 year time. &lt;br /&gt;And are people out there completely crazy like me that they badly need a pos graduation degree for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;All these dreams of post graduation as a transformational tool in one’s life is all crap?&lt;br /&gt;And is all the hunting for big corporate names and big bucks a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s give these queries a little thought, at least this is what my simple mind could think about,&lt;br /&gt;A higher education degree does not:&lt;br /&gt;- Make each one of us an Einstein&lt;br /&gt;- Give us power to transform any organization into a cash cow&lt;br /&gt;- Give us powers to conquer the corporate kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Now then what does it do???  It does much more than the above &lt;br /&gt;- It gives us the confidence to adapt&lt;br /&gt;- It gives us the patience to listen and learn&lt;br /&gt;- It makes us good thinkers&lt;br /&gt;- It facilitates us to learn quickly&lt;br /&gt;- It helps us boost our creativity&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t these sound so simple, but beware these are the most important things organizations look out for, and if the corporates  out there trust an institution they trust the knowledge it imparts to its students.&lt;br /&gt;As a famous saying goes, ‘In order to cut a tree spend 75% time sharpening your axe’&lt;br /&gt;The sharpening role is what is done by these educational degrees and now that’s the difference between a layman and a post graduate.&lt;br /&gt;(I hope my lecturer does not read this and think “This is crap man”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SDbgKFCr4gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pn3Wi3JOANQ/s1600-h/mba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SDbgKFCr4gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pn3Wi3JOANQ/s320/mba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203592883229942274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-1244902982394372527?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/1244902982394372527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=1244902982394372527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/1244902982394372527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/1244902982394372527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/05/mba-m-aster-in-b-indaas-ttitude.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;MBA&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;aster in &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;indaas &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ttitude'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SDbf3lCr4fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1pVj7TN0InE/s72-c/gildedgraduationiStock_000000962916XSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-879885542786617843</id><published>2008-05-15T12:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:33:27.703+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>live life your way, its urs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SCvi8pfKDpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0AysWdraw0Y/s1600-h/words4ever_wallpaper_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SCvi8pfKDpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0AysWdraw0Y/s320/words4ever_wallpaper_107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200499726285934226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to speak about &lt;br /&gt;‘women’ &lt;br /&gt;in this article; since I am a female most of you must be expecting this is another female who would speak about equal rights or about male chauvinism. Well, that’s not the point here it’s a complete fact that women are weaker physically.&lt;br /&gt;As the early men used to hunt wild animals not women and that is what has been followed even today, coz in most of the orthodox Indian families it makes so much sense that the head of the family(male) is the bread winner of the family. But tell me if men still hunt wild animals for food, absolutely no! (The truth is we are even scared to visit a jungle)&lt;br /&gt;And the tradition still goes on to believe that women are not capable to handle business, not capable to understand the world better, (well some think women are bad drivers too!).&lt;br /&gt;But the only constant is change, life changes- so does a women’s fate, now that she has broken the shell and has understood the meaning of freedom, the meaning of being independent, now she believes she can do much more than cooking. And all the struggle for women rights and equality has given some results, as much as to take the girl higher in the education ladder and also the corporate ladder. But people have a little idea what exactly happens here, we have freedom to work now but do not have the courage to say no if our boss calls us early to office or leaves later than office hours, we don’t dare to say shut up if someone is speaking rubbish, we don’t dare to slap the person who speaks the vulgar language, why? Answer is simple-that we fear what might happen if I did that.&lt;br /&gt;If you as a women really want freedom it does not come in big revolutions, it does not come by forming societies or fighting for rights, freedom starts in your heart, try to live a life where you can proudly say I lived life on my terms, you need not struggle for another woman’s problem, ask your heart if you were never the prey of such men who think they can do anything for the simple reason that women don revolt back.&lt;br /&gt;Education starts at home, and a revolution starts from your heart, when there is a woman behind every man’s success, there sure is a man behind every woman’s success, since we begin to grow when we fight back, or we stay where we are like how a typical Indian house wife is. And the fact is, its not men who have made a woman’s life miserable, its woman herself.&lt;br /&gt;Never compromise on your education, career, or your life partner, what you need to do is in your hands it’s not in the rules. Your dad may be your guardian now, and later your husband but you are the guardian to your heart. No one can stop you being yourself and if you really can’t fight to live your own life there is just no meaning to your living.&lt;br /&gt;When you fight a battle called life, don’t worry about the opponent’s army size at least give a try to fight it.” You die once if you loose the battle at least you don’t die everyday living a coward’s life. &lt;br /&gt;“Live life queen-size”, after all you live only once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-879885542786617843?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/879885542786617843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=879885542786617843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/879885542786617843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/879885542786617843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-live-only-once.html' title='live life your way, its urs!'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SCvi8pfKDpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0AysWdraw0Y/s72-c/words4ever_wallpaper_107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-6716919417955787827</id><published>2008-05-01T19:01:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:56:26.223+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>love's labor lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SBnIZ3-XzSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/SwJHeZoy4pc/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195403991996419362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SBnIZ3-XzSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/SwJHeZoy4pc/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arranged marriages have been an integral part of Indian society for centuries, and even today people having their marriages planned by their parents and other respected family-members, with the consent of the bride and groom, does occur. Arranged matches were made after taking into account factors such as the compatibility of the couples' horoscopes, the backgrounds of their families (wealth, social standing) and their castes. The institution of marriage in India is considered a very important one. Thus, parents felt that since they were older and wiser than their progeny, they would be able to find a suitable match for their children with more prudence than the latter. Although most marriages are arranged, some couples are opting for love marriage in urban areas. (Source: Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the small introduction above gives a brief idea about what I am going to speak, these days the word arranged marriage sounds so old fashioned as the practice itself, the invasion of foreign brands, lifestyles, movies, fashion etc has this enormous impact in the way we live that we have forgot that there is something called our culture that existed centuries back but slowly perishing.&lt;br /&gt;Once you have finished the above paragraph I know that you must be thinking I am just another philosopher who is a good preacher but a bad follower. I am not trying to prove that I do not use foreign brands, or do not see Hollywood movies or do not eat a burger at mc Donald’s, Off course 'I do'. The point is we are so busy following the culture which is not ours that we also don’t realize what are the pros and cons of opting a love marriage over arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195409820267040082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SBnNtH-XzVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/v80vjpR4lB8/s320/yp06coupleholdinghands200w.png" border="0" /&gt;Well lets back to the actual story, lets picturise this “how do you decide to fall in love?”, I would say most of the times the girl/boy does not know anything about the other but still are attracted to each other which you may call it love at first sight, or teenage or whatever. Now these are strangers but still they get into a relationship called love not even knowing where it might lead them to, and we see “n” number of failures be it the guy cheated, or the girl found him boring, or that it’s a contractual dating. I am not trying to prove there are no failed marriages, sure there are. But atleast you need not have to leave your family, or break your parent's trust; when u fall in love the first time or get married in an arranged scenario its all the same, its only after the actual relationship comes into picture the compatibility is proved. So why cheat your parent’s trust?, why run away from home?, why hurt others feelings?. Don’t you think it is being pure selfish when you just think about your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SBnKYH-XzUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T98--cLRtq4/s1600-h/941_5496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195406160954903874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="213" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SBnKYH-XzUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T98--cLRtq4/s320/941_5496.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need care, you need love, you need guidance, you need financial assistance, you need social recognition and you need all these only till you get into this magic called love!, you’ll never realize how much you have hurt until your own kid runs away with some stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I am not against love, but I am against lovers who think they are always right and don’t give a damn to their parent’s opinion whom they mistake to be those opposing parents in a certain love story of a movie. Before you leave your parents for the loved one, just think once again that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are somebody because of those parents, and if you are a nobody you’d probably not have been chosen by your loved one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SBnJw3-XzTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zkq-tvV8Nwk/s1600-h/941_5496.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-6716919417955787827?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/6716919417955787827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=6716919417955787827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6716919417955787827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6716919417955787827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/05/loves-labor-lost.html' title='love&apos;s labor lost'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FW_Iqoyt5g/SBnIZ3-XzSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/SwJHeZoy4pc/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-278831603403756482</id><published>2008-04-17T10:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:02:12.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is so much worth living..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever imagined about death?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I understand most of you would make faces thinking that “what a topic to discuss”, but death is such a serious issue that none of us give a thought about. Probably the loss of someone dear will leave us shattered and makes us realize is this all that life gives us at last.&lt;br /&gt;What made me write this is when I lost someone dear in my family, it was the first ever time in my life that I saw someone lifeless in front of my eyes and I couldn’t do any damn thing to bring back life, what I understood by this is that some day each one of us would be lying somewhere lifeless and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought what would it be for the last few minutes or hours before death, would u prefer knowing that you are going to die in few minutes or you think you must never know when you’ll leave your body?&lt;br /&gt;As far as my opinion goes, I would prefer not knowing when I will die simply because the hell that breaks loose of knowing you’ll die shortly is the worst that anyone can experience, the feeling that “I want to live”, I want to see my loved ones” I want to achieve something”.. All these makes your head whirl and finally come out as tears and that is all that would be left to do.&lt;br /&gt;So never try to go to that astrologer to ask him when you’d die, and by knowing which you’ll die every moment. If you are suffering from a serious illness never ask your doctor which is the date you’ll pass away.&lt;br /&gt;“Never break the suspense or you’ll never enjoy the novel called life”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-278831603403756482?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/278831603403756482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=278831603403756482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/278831603403756482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/278831603403756482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-so-much-worth-living.html' title='Life is so much worth living..'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-9186467814504581596</id><published>2008-03-06T19:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:39:17.350+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live every moment'/><title type='text'>60 seconds of life!</title><content type='html'>It is 6 a.m., the alarm need not remind it, since the aging years has taught me to get up before the sun. Probably the first thing I saw everyday from ever since I know is my self in the mirror, the reflection concludes this is how I am, alive still not dead. It is 10.8.2068, well that completes 83 years of life on this earth which led to a small thought “what the hell did I achieve”, I felt I was sent on a mission with a time piece in hand and that seemed to be alarming its time up, like I was in a game show and its time to receive the prize money. But wait, I don’t win any prizes like many other losers on earth, who just witness many souls achieving. Probably I was one among the many spectators to encourage, applaud the achievers and be where I am until this day, my 83rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;A deep search of the collection of diaries hidden inside a heap of dust could not reveal a notable episode in life which can bring a wave of wrinkled smile on my face. Well, something did glitter from the past, my diary did not reveal this deep hidden secret but my heart did.&lt;br /&gt;It was the secret of happiness from the days where I did not care about this world; I cared for my happiness, my life. And there was this person who cared about me and only me; this person belonged to the pages of the chapter in my life when life was in its best times. I never knew there was something called time that kept ticking every second. I adore the patience of time it never misses its count, but now at this moment I just wish it could miss a few counts.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I felt but my heart said to have a look at the time piece hung on the wall, I always did what my heart says and so I looked at the clock. And I now repent on my decision of looking at it since the seconds said that it would count few more times and stop, the idea shuddered me.  it clearly communicated that these were the last few moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now this called the most serious game “life” , well what do I do for these few seconds  which do not seem to stop at any cost, a thousand thoughts collected in my mind which didn’t seem to process due to overload of information. All that I did is pleaded the time to go back by few minutes so that I can recollect the most beautiful moments of my life, but nothing seemed to work and I understood “that’s it”, “its over”. It is at this particular moment of life I realized what is the value of one minute of life; well the value of one minute of life is death.&lt;br /&gt; If at all I had one more minute to live just one more minute….......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-9186467814504581596?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/9186467814504581596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=9186467814504581596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/9186467814504581596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/9186467814504581596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/03/60-seconds-of-life.html' title='60 seconds of life!'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-2211728251866607311</id><published>2008-03-03T10:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:12:41.785+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Its not about money, honey</title><content type='html'>How many of you have dreams of seeing yourself as millionaires and billionaires one day?&lt;br /&gt;I think i can guess the answer, its almost all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I was just analysing how important is money, have we ever tried to draw a line saying 'this is enough', probably never!&lt;br /&gt;but how much is too much?&lt;br /&gt;Just spend a few minutes thinking what gives you the meaning to live, what is that you always thrived to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the most important things in life are peace of mind, happiness and self satisfaction only these simple things can put that smile always on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;and now, how much money do we actually spend for these, let me analyse a few:&lt;br /&gt;- A get together with your gang of friends, and the best way is to plan for a city outskirt dhaba. it is fun and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;- A get away with your loved one, having a long conversation, watching a movie together, a long drive, or a small trip. (this is not expensive). these little things get you closer to your loved one, and when he/she is with you for what you are, it is going to be for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrating birthdays are the sweetest things to do. throw up surprises for friends, parents and loved ones, you can make someone the happiest. and that broad smile with a pinch of tear in their eyes is the best gift you get in return.&lt;br /&gt;Gifts are the ways to show you care and i am not talking about the costly gifts, but those little cute gifts which can make someone happy. and believe me the best way to happiness is to make someone happy.&lt;br /&gt;And if someone is not happy with your little gift, trust me he/she is not worth gifting. "he/she who judges your love with the price of your gift is the person who is expecting a return on investment of their artificial love".&lt;br /&gt;The greatest sources of happiness reside in the simplest things.&lt;br /&gt;a smile, a message, a mail, a greeting card, a birthday wish, a shoulder of support at the right time, timely help, a little understanding and respect.&lt;br /&gt;These are the few simplest things to do to earn the greatest things in life.&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that does not make you feel lonely even at the age of 99, &lt;em&gt;ITS NOT ABOUT MONEY, HONEY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-2211728251866607311?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/2211728251866607311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=2211728251866607311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/2211728251866607311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/2211728251866607311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-about-money-honey.html' title='Its not about money, honey'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-6441352153580287172</id><published>2008-02-29T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:49:34.360+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Favourite travel destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What comes to your mind when you think of a travel destination during a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;I will analyze few attributes that can possibly come to your mind – comfort, independence, happiness, beauty, nature, adventure, freedom, and so on. Will all these be satisfied at the cost of your one year’s savings? Well, now that sounds depressing. If you consider your work’s stress and a year’s hard work and the wonderful thought of going out on a holiday, your hard work weighs more(in my opinion). And now the thought of going on a holiday will rest somewhere backside of your brain.&lt;br /&gt;The point I am trying to make is the imagination and satisfaction of going on a holiday does not necessarily come from the bucks that are shed, if you can go back to your childhood and recall the most adventurous and exciting event with friends outside home, even now it will bring back the enthusiasm and excitement. So, the point is not where you go and how far you go but, with whom you go and with what mind you go.&lt;br /&gt;It need not necessarily be a far away destination, out of the state or out of the country, it can be in your own city where there are many places unexplored and unseen. So bring back your childhood into your mind search for the numbers of your friends who still have the excitement alive in them and remember, your wife/husband can be your best friend too. Form a gang and set out for a trip to experience the new you, the child in you whom you had long forgotten, the adventure in you which is in deep sleep, the hunger for freedom and excitement, the beautiful side of you which you had bid adieu, the life in you which you had never seen.&lt;br /&gt;The fast life, growing responsibilities, work-life balance, stress, work load and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monotenous&lt;/span&gt; work life can all be changed to a night’s bad dream so that you wake up to live a life at least once in a month as you desired. And off course the fact remains that you have to go back to your night’s bad dream and the end of the adventure but you can still smile at work remembering how your buddy had pushed you into water when you were trying to catch a picture of a beautiful girl in your camera, or when you trekked to catch a beautiful picture of nature when the wind was running on your face, that was never visible at the office cubicle you were working.&lt;br /&gt;Life can always be made beautiful by simple things like bringing a smile on someone’s face, looking at how beautiful the nature has been created, and this need not be attained by spending huge bucks but can be as simple as taking your local bus or train to a remote place where there is more of nature and less of people, it can even be a small hill at the outskirts of the city, an open space, running green fields, or a little pond, lake or anything you can sit to think about it and I am sure your imagination will fill a paper. Plan it up in innovative ways and explore the earth because a man was not born to belong to a single place, do not be a frog in the well be a bird free and independent but can still can come back to the land in search of food.&lt;br /&gt;At the very thought of a holiday plan one would look out for the possibilities of going to far places like different parts of a country or different countries, but have you ever tried to know how much do you enjoy there after spending a lot of your savings, have you ever thought if you are going on a holiday to a fashionable place just to show your neighbors, friends and colleagues that you are well off.&lt;br /&gt;And if this is the case then you have not defined in your mind the idea of a holiday, it is important to know that you go out to spend your precious time and money to be happy and feel the independence and freedom of traveling for a while at least but not to name a famous place that you have visited just to enhance your status, which does not bring any contention to your life and mind.&lt;br /&gt;So, a favorite holiday destination is not in the world map or the amount of your savings, but in your mind which loves life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-6441352153580287172?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/6441352153580287172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=6441352153580287172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6441352153580287172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/6441352153580287172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/02/favourite-travel-destination.html' title='Favourite travel destination'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-4968921082542693668</id><published>2008-02-28T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:19:43.775+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>About myself</title><content type='html'>My name is &lt;em&gt;vibha &lt;/em&gt;as u guys must have already seen, right now i am a post graduate student enjoying the last few days of college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 good things about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i am sweet&lt;br /&gt;- i am good at heart&lt;br /&gt;- i can get comfortable with people easily&lt;br /&gt;- i care for relationships, once committed is forever&lt;br /&gt;- i am hard working, dedicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bad things about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i speak too much&lt;br /&gt;- i am kiddish&lt;br /&gt;- i trust people easily&lt;br /&gt;- i do not take life seriously&lt;br /&gt;- i depend on others quite a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;: this is according to the survey conducted among my group members of my class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593185798304796076-4968921082542693668?l=dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/4968921082542693668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593185798304796076&amp;postID=4968921082542693668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/4968921082542693668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593185798304796076/posts/default/4968921082542693668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-r-forever.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-myself.html' title='About myself'/><author><name>vibha reddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628811805323461197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nQpD7TM7N4/TZGfGeuZr4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/UQTae1EbD4A/s220/IMG_4058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593185798304796076.post-8769131764067884530</id><published>2008-02-28T12:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:27:42.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>This is a feeling I'd like to express for publishing posts for the first time in my life on a blog.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a kid who is pushed to the stage to perform her first dance show!&lt;br /&gt;yeah kinda strange feeling that someone is going to read this scrap i am going to type in here, when i thought all the feelings i get in my mind can actually be put forth in here, i feel great.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i can make someone feel great someday when they read up something i write in here.&lt;br /&gt;keep coming back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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