<?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-33163617</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:07:24.330-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='Life'/><category term='random/vague'/><category term='music'/><category term='people'/><category term='society'/><title type='text'>Vivace ...My Colours... My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-62210221161054731</id><published>2010-07-13T11:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:37:55.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Fly!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't remember if I have posted this....But this is an old poem I wrote.....Wanted to turn it into a song..........but that seems a distant possibility now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i do...&lt;br /&gt;For I never found one&lt;br /&gt;A line to show you my heart&lt;br /&gt;To lay it open,&amp;nbsp; all undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll tell you this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm down&lt;br /&gt;You come to me like a fire fly&lt;br /&gt;In a cold night&lt;br /&gt;You gimme warmth,&lt;br /&gt;You wipe my frown my firefly....&lt;br /&gt;My firefly...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me if I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how to say ...&lt;br /&gt;That I missed you more than I know&lt;br /&gt;More than I can remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll tell you this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm down&lt;br /&gt;You come to me like a fire fly&lt;br /&gt;In a cold night&lt;br /&gt;You gimme warmth,&lt;br /&gt;You wipe my frown my firefly....&lt;br /&gt;My firefly...................&lt;br /&gt;You're my friend, my confidante&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need, I want&lt;br /&gt;You're my tempest in the heat&lt;br /&gt;You're the hug thats tender and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my fire fly......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-62210221161054731?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/62210221161054731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=62210221161054731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/62210221161054731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/62210221161054731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2010/07/fire-fly.html' title='Fire Fly!!!'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-2420849065355608434</id><published>2010-03-29T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:28:14.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Remember Me!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember me when I'm gone away,&lt;br /&gt;Gone far away into the silent land;&lt;br /&gt;When you can no more hold me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me when no more day by day&lt;br /&gt;You tell me of our future that you plann'd:&lt;br /&gt;Only remember me; you understand&lt;br /&gt;It will be late to counsel them or pray.&lt;br /&gt;Yet if you should forget me for a while&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards remember, do not grieve:&lt;br /&gt;For if the darkness and corruption leave&lt;br /&gt;A vestige of thoughts that once I had,&lt;br /&gt;Better by far you should forget and smile&lt;br /&gt;Than that you should remember and be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Christina Georgina Rossetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Found this in a book I was reading. I just sat with it for a while. It is amazing to chance upon such a beauty. So I share this to make y'all smile...&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/33163617-2420849065355608434?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2420849065355608434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=2420849065355608434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/2420849065355608434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/2420849065355608434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me!!!'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-3103012978307751291</id><published>2010-03-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:31:24.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Hey Mr. Hypocrite....</title><content type='html'>What they say is true&lt;br /&gt;If you laugh, you have to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Wounds, sometimes, stay afresh&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today I'll tell you a story&lt;br /&gt;About a boy, in love he was&lt;br /&gt;This ain't your normal story&lt;br /&gt;Behold, it defies all the laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He professed his love for a maiden&lt;br /&gt;This boy, he vouched that he'd die&lt;br /&gt;If she ever left him alone&lt;br /&gt;And that isn't something, about, you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So She believed him, but was bound&lt;br /&gt;Away she was pulled, by those hefty chains&lt;br /&gt;She fought back, she cared for his life&lt;br /&gt;A friend whose, she wanted to, wipe away pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Angel, he had said she was&lt;br /&gt;She felt guilty, for never could she ever be&lt;br /&gt;Anything more than the friend she was&lt;br /&gt;"Then", he said,"It's OK, Just stay with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;femme de l'ignorance&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;His true name was Mr. Hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;The one who would seek her out&lt;br /&gt;Only to slay her when he see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare misquote a famous line, to say&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here to bury Caesar, not praise him"&lt;br /&gt;For that is what she decided to do&lt;br /&gt;But he pleaded, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sans vous&lt;/span&gt;, my life is grim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audacity of this boy was such&lt;br /&gt;Her forgiveness, he would beg, that is&lt;br /&gt;Then mock her back, once she turned&lt;br /&gt;To be the hero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parmi ses amis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should she call, Harvey or Two-Face,&lt;br /&gt;This boy, who claims, it was he who created&lt;br /&gt;The mess, that his life is known as today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De sympathie&lt;/span&gt;, for he is Lord Narcissus reincarnated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-3103012978307751291?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3103012978307751291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=3103012978307751291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3103012978307751291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3103012978307751291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-mr-hypocrite.html' title='Hey Mr. Hypocrite....'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-7586362082372507631</id><published>2010-03-13T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:11:25.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Born and Dead 14th, March</title><content type='html'>This morning at around 0100 hrs a person died. His body has been sent for autopsy although it has been said that he died of a Heart Attack. He turned 20 today. There are a lot of things that we have to learn from the reasons for his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 0000 hrs of 14th,March 2010. The teenager is brought out of his room by his friends to celebrate his birthday. In the usual style they want to make him cry just the way he did when he was born. So they bump him, then hug him and wish him a very happy and long life. An hour later the freshly not a teenager dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes to his room after celebrations and tries to mend his back coz it hurts from the infinite bumps he got. While he is lying there he finds it hard to breathe.....a hand constricting his heart not letting it do its job......he feels like his clothes are too tight and the fan can't blow enough air. He is drenched in sweat. He realises something is wrong and manages to call for help. His friends come to his room and see him lying on the bed struggling for every breath he takes. But they can only stand and watch ....... some didn't know even the symptoms of a heart attack.......while the some who knew didn't know CPR or any form of first aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a panic they call the closest hospital requesting an ambulance stat. The bored and half asleep clerk at the hospital desk considers the situation and decides it isn't very important.....so he takes his sweet time to wake up the ambulance driver and finally send him to the scene. It took the ambulance 30 minutes to arrive at the scene which was hardly 2 kms away. All the while the boy was struggling for breath, hoping that help would arrive soon, wishing he could change so many things he did, wishing he could see his mom and dad one more time..........and then the calm......the bliss of not feeling anything..........the pain is gone ........and so are the memories.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance finally arrives and the unconscious boy is taken to the hospital. On arrival there he is declared dead. The preliminary report suggests he died of a heart attack caused by severe physical trauma. To better ascertain the cause of death the body is sent for autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did this boy die???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because the driver was too slow in driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because the clerk was too sleepy or too unconcerned??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because the friends couldn't recognize a heart attack or couldn't administer the proper first aid???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because they decided that the boy deserved some physical trauma on his birthday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever the cause maybe, what of the boy's parents who were hoping to call him in the morning to wish him a happy birthday.....so proud that their son turned 20 today, on his way to success, studying in one of the most prestigious institutions of India.......What of them???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-7586362082372507631?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7586362082372507631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=7586362082372507631' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/7586362082372507631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/7586362082372507631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/born-and-dead-14th-march.html' title='Born and Dead 14th, March'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-2434651695105636970</id><published>2010-03-13T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:39:28.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievably Hard to Love You .....But I Love You Anyways....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everybody.......rock your body right......Backstreet's Back .....alright!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t0_ltGc_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/N_9lXXBydWo/s1600-h/Boyzone_back_again_no_matter_what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t0_ltGc_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/N_9lXXBydWo/s320/Boyzone_back_again_no_matter_what.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448076810036605938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makes you wanna shake a leg I'm  sure!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t03f4nIkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GPsRmtskOGM/s1600-h/backstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t03f4nIkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GPsRmtskOGM/s320/backstreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448076671035318850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this genre of music is lost to us now, it sure feels great to revisit those innumerable fond memories that these songs bring back. Just thought I'll remind myself of a few such songs. I dunno if I can still sort them out as I like this better than that as they all sound awesome right now. So, I'll just stick to listing a few. Do remind me of any I might have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you anyways (Boyzone):&lt;/span&gt; I'm Delirious....Are you serious??....What goes on in your head I'm just Curious.........&lt;br /&gt;(This is the first song on my mind because it just gets you so stuck on it. I couldn't shake it off even after 3 days, in short the very reason I'm blogging about this.)&lt;br /&gt;#2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No Matter (Boyzone):&lt;/span&gt; I can't deny what I believe, I can't be what I'm not......What you believe is true........&lt;br /&gt;#3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Show me the meaning (Backstreet Boys):&lt;/span&gt; Tell me why.....I can't be there where you are........There's something missing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;#4 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Backstreet's Back(Backstreet Boys)&lt;/span&gt;: Everybody....rock your body right....(I really wanna dance now......... :P)&lt;br /&gt;#5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me for a reason (Boyzone):&lt;/span&gt; Don't love me for fun girl.....Let me be the one girl.......&lt;br /&gt;#6 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Words (Boyzone)&lt;/span&gt;: Smile....an everlasting smile....a smile can bring you near to me......(I'm sure the very name brings back a memory of 5 guys sitting in the rain........ Does to me.... :) )&lt;br /&gt;#7 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Larger than life (Backstreet Boys):&lt;/span&gt; All you people can't you see...can't you see....How your life's affecting our reality.......&lt;br /&gt;#8 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as you love me (Backstreet Boys):&lt;/span&gt; I don't care who you are....Where you're from....&lt;br /&gt;#9 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The call (Backstreet Boys)&lt;/span&gt;: Listen baby I'm sorry....Just wanna tell you don't worry....I will be late....Don't stay up and wait for me......&lt;br /&gt;#10&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Quit Playing Games with my Heart (Backstreet Boys)&lt;/span&gt;: I should have known from the start....&lt;br /&gt;#11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold You (Boyzone)&lt;/span&gt; : Baby....can I hold you tonight....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!!! that's all I can think of for now.......Hope it brought back a few fond memories........or not.....But I love listening to them...... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.....They take it a step too far......... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t1-kwcxeI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XMiGRqgXqCE/s1600-h/back_street_boys06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t1-kwcxeI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XMiGRqgXqCE/s320/back_street_boys06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448077892113974754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t2OFIlxRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9-XbfVy-wqE/s1600-h/boyzone-naked-photos-052708-13-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t2OFIlxRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9-XbfVy-wqE/s320/boyzone-naked-photos-052708-13-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448078158503200018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-2434651695105636970?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2434651695105636970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=2434651695105636970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/2434651695105636970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/2434651695105636970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-of-boyzone-and-backstreet-boys.html' title='Unbelievably Hard to Love You .....But I Love You Anyways....'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S5t0_ltGc_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/N_9lXXBydWo/s72-c/Boyzone_back_again_no_matter_what.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-7286595863637828646</id><published>2010-01-13T04:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:21:50.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'>Cars to Come - India Auto Expo 2010</title><content type='html'>A glimpse of some of the promised cars at the India Auto Expo 2010. Actually some very talked about cars and some old cars that wont leave your mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevy beat - sleek two door - 4 seater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S02_fxJY5JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/9onwD5n160I/s1600-h/5610chevrolet_beat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S02_fxJY5JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/9onwD5n160I/s320/5610chevrolet_beat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426203678540883090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naah!!! It has 4 doors....... see if you can locate the rear door handle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03BFkubVAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/RmD0pIXV0O0/s1600-h/Chevrolet_beat_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03BFkubVAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/RmD0pIXV0O0/s320/Chevrolet_beat_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426205427553227778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevy Volt (Apparently electric car) - to be launched soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S02_rwOdAOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/IPL2790kso4/s1600-h/Chevrolet_Volt_Concept.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S02_rwOdAOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/IPL2790kso4/s320/Chevrolet_Volt_Concept.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426203884452118754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleek Huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of Sleek - Check Out the new Renault Fluence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03BamcTbfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3MEXnPavgMo/s1600-h/Renault-Fluence-Concept-2-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03BamcTbfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3MEXnPavgMo/s320/Renault-Fluence-Concept-2-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426205788791336434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Next is Tata Aria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03BzHZW-fI/AAAAAAAAAvY/w0qt7BcMsg4/s1600-h/aria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03BzHZW-fI/AAAAAAAAAvY/w0qt7BcMsg4/s320/aria1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426206209954216434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03CA6GWpNI/AAAAAAAAAvg/d38Bsfux_8I/s1600-h/aria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03CA6GWpNI/AAAAAAAAAvg/d38Bsfux_8I/s320/aria2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426206446903010514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think Tata could make them like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is always the weird cars segment - with everyone planning to look different the shapes seem to get more weird with time. For example look at some of these really weird looking "cars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are old but hey what the hell - they still look weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reva NXG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03DfGTSbUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/IFKk9YF8_mo/s1600-h/reva_nxg_15_04_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03DfGTSbUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/IFKk9YF8_mo/s320/reva_nxg_15_04_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208065086188866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renault Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03DtB9UkbI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_0ko0PYnQVM/s1600-h/500x_2009_Renault_Zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03DtB9UkbI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_0ko0PYnQVM/s320/500x_2009_Renault_Zoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208304438481330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this the golf ball car???? - Renault Twizy - completely electric - two seater with square tyres!!!! (or atleast they look that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03EA-Y6O6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/bM756Rne9TQ/s1600-h/Renault_Twizy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03EA-Y6O6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/bM756Rne9TQ/s320/Renault_Twizy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208647077837730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best for the last - nicknamed as the flying foetus this is one weird car - I'm not sure i'd even call the Peugeot BB1 a car :P - take a look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03HUCzN8ZI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BsiAxKO7Cko/s1600-h/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03HUCzN8ZI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BsiAxKO7Cko/s320/bb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426212273214321042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03ELAHupaI/AAAAAAAAAwI/BzgEGFDicy4/s1600-h/500x_2009_09_16_Peugeot_BB1-TOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03ELAHupaI/AAAAAAAAAwI/BzgEGFDicy4/s320/500x_2009_09_16_Peugeot_BB1-TOP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208819341338018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03EGzB1ICI/AAAAAAAAAwA/9ZiU4nVmYzU/s1600-h/500x_2009_09_16_Peugeot_BB1_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S03EGzB1ICI/AAAAAAAAAwA/9ZiU4nVmYzU/s320/500x_2009_09_16_Peugeot_BB1_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208747107459106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-7286595863637828646?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7286595863637828646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=7286595863637828646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/7286595863637828646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/7286595863637828646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/cars-to-come-india-auto-expo-2010.html' title='Cars to Come - India Auto Expo 2010'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S02_fxJY5JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/9onwD5n160I/s72-c/5610chevrolet_beat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-8665100183002916226</id><published>2010-01-07T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:09:52.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Blog on the wall....Who is the best Edward of them all???</title><content type='html'>I just had to write this one. So its simple ..... You just have to vote. Vote for what?? Well here are two guys. Robert Pattinson aka Cedric Diggory/Edward Cullen and Hayden Christensen aka Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader. Lets see who makes the better Edward Cullen......all you twilight fans get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Hayden Christensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YEAKUTX1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/G_OayXUIdjE/s1600-h/hayden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YEAKUTX1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/G_OayXUIdjE/s320/hayden2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027202030362450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YDoE8ESEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/WhF3rjjmT28/s1600-h/hayden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YDoE8ESEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/WhF3rjjmT28/s320/hayden1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424026788269672514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2 Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YEM8bHnoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CoBp2sfdEHc/s1600-h/RobertPattinson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YEM8bHnoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CoBp2sfdEHc/s320/RobertPattinson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027421639155330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YEflED_nI/AAAAAAAAAuM/EIS8VNssR1o/s1600-h/robert2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YEflED_nI/AAAAAAAAAuM/EIS8VNssR1o/s320/robert2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027741785947762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your vote in the comments. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-8665100183002916226?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8665100183002916226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=8665100183002916226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/8665100183002916226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/8665100183002916226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-blog-on-wallwhos-is-best-edward-of.html' title='Blog Blog on the wall....Who is the best Edward of them all???'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/S0YEAKUTX1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/G_OayXUIdjE/s72-c/hayden2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-3317064061174561561</id><published>2009-09-15T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:21:28.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bollywolly caught my attention!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes. Bollywood music isn't that bad either. I'm not going to write long descriptions about why I like a particular song here. I will just name a few songs I have liked in recent times. Just go ahead and try them. See if we hold the same opinion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, here are some songs you should listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;     Mahi -Rock with me(Raaz-2)&lt;/span&gt; I'm just crazy about this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nayan Tarse (DevD)&lt;/span&gt; - I'm sure everyone has heard this sometime during last year's hostel nites....If you haven't then listen to it now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#3   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sufi Tere Pyaar Mein (Jai Veeru)&lt;/span&gt; - Although the movie bombed this song is      pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;#4     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuke kuke (Life Partner)&lt;/span&gt; - One word "Funny!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;#5     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pehli Baar - Slow version (Kaminey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ye Dooriyan (Love aaj Kal) &lt;/span&gt;- Again Mohit Chauhan magic takes over.&lt;br /&gt;#7   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Paayaliya  (DevD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haafiz Khuda/Kuchh Is tarah (8 x 10 Tasveer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tennu Leke (Jai Veeru) &lt;/span&gt;- I still dunno why I like this song but here it is on the list.&lt;br /&gt;#10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ranjhana (DevD) &lt;/span&gt;- Short but pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-3317064061174561561?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3317064061174561561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=3317064061174561561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3317064061174561561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3317064061174561561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/bollywolly-caught-my-attention.html' title='Bollywolly caught my attention!!!!'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-3243318191328352691</id><published>2009-09-02T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:23:28.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Copying a Friend..... "My Unforgettables List - Instrumentals"</title><content type='html'>One of my earlier posts refers to this song that I just couldn't get my mind off. Well here is another list for those who dare (because I am talking about addiction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A musical genius!!!???? Na. He just a guy like you and me. IITM alumnus (1999 batch i guess!). He came to study Nav Arch but decided to follow his heart to where the strings led him. If you still haven't guessed who it is, it is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRASANNA&lt;/span&gt;. He has created some really fantastic tunes and trust me you'll be wondering why you didn't discover these songs earlier. So go ahead try some of my favourite compositions. I have to thank saf for introducing me to these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Peaceful - the cause&lt;/span&gt;: A tad slow but it will be the cause of peace in your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Peaceful - the effec&lt;/span&gt;t: The peppy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ragabop, Kalyani connection, takatakita, eruption in bangalore &lt;/span&gt;(awesome if you like heavy distortion guitar) and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Snakebangers ball&lt;/span&gt;(Rocks!!!) among others are some you should not miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is snakebanger's ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWJ82PazUpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWJ82PazUpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another suggestion from a friend "Dark Sundae in Triplicane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_DG1hic_BQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_DG1hic_BQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is an instrumentals list I just have to mention this totally brilliant piece from the soundtrack of the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Requiem for a Dream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original theme of this movie is a brilliant violin piece by Clint Mansell, mixed with some bass giving an overall effect of looming darkness, as though trying to engulf you, pulling you away and keeping you rooted, portraying pain at the same time taking away your frustration. Simply put - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmijKjosplM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmijKjosplM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh although its not an instrumental piece completely "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shippin' up to Boston&lt;/span&gt;" by the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drop Kick Murphys&lt;/span&gt; is pretty good. When I first heard it in an ad I searched all over the net for that haunting bagpipe music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of bagpipes........ "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No man's land&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hevia&lt;/span&gt; is a must. Although other songs of this album are good, No man's land will be the first to capture your attention. I did capture mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now...do let me know of other instrumentals that I might have missed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-3243318191328352691?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3243318191328352691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=3243318191328352691' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3243318191328352691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3243318191328352691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/copying-friend-my-unforgettables-list.html' title='Copying a Friend..... &quot;My Unforgettables List - Instrumentals&quot;'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-5955285737366764455</id><published>2009-08-30T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:36.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>"Dekh ke mujhko haansta gaata...sadh gayi yeh duniya sadh gayi"</title><content type='html'>Well, The title is a line from a very peppy number of "Love Aaj Kal". But today I realised that when the girl sings this line she conveys a much deeper meaning than the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something...if you are a girl "How many times have you thought 'what will the others think?' before doing something?"&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a guy "How many times have you commented behind a girl's back(especially a friend)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont get your answers so at least be true to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have observed the questions you would have understood what I'm trying to point out. This bloody world has always asked a girl to think before she acts; never a guy. Ever asked why? Or you thought it was way too convenient so dint bother to question it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a guy have you ever asked your mom to just be modest and not be too modern or hyper? Have you seen your dad do the same? Let me guess the answer is yes. And if its no, then probably your mom hasn't asked your suggestion as she already knows the answer.&lt;br /&gt;As a girl also you would have done the same. But there is a difference.Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly we live in a world full of MCPs. In our world its always about the male. And the image of an ideal female (girl daughter wife mother)has always been the meek, soft spoken, non-challenging person. In other words the "goody goody girl". But who decided this is what a good girl should be? You guessed it the bloody insecure males. Because they are so afraid that the lady will take over the reigns. Maybe all this is sounding very male bashy and done to death feminist speech like. So here is something that you can ask yourself and check the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every guy has his little kingdom, where he is respected and where he is valued. For example in college take the class you study in. All is well in the world because its a class full of guys, all are best buddies. Then two girls enter the same class and sit in the first bench. In the class one pretends as though she doesn't exist while the other interacts in class. Whom do you roll your eyes at? What do you call her? Showoff? Know it All?&lt;br /&gt;They are new so after the class is over the active one approaches you for your help and asks you for your number. Do you hesitate? Or do you give yourself a mental hi-fi?&lt;br /&gt;After she leaves do you tell your friends the truth or you just give them "that look" as though she was falling all over you? &lt;br /&gt;She calls you first. Do you decide she is desperate? Do you go announce to your friends that she called you or ask them to come over and listen to your conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an informal gathering there are some inappropriate jokes cracked. The meek one shies away while the bold one just has a good laugh along with the others and forgets it. After the gathering when you are with your buddies what do you say about the bold one? That she was a sport? Or that she was being cheap and vulgar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you have gone through one of these situations. Just recall how you reacted then. Now tell me, what did she do wrong? Was she actually being cheap or just not fitting into this preconceived notion of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"good girl"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? What was her mistake that made her the subject of your criticism? Who the hell are you to even judge her or criticize her? Do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fit into the ideal male, "good boy" category yourself? Are you wondering what in the world is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for the girls who haven't been the outgoing ones. How many times have you considered the bold girl as cheap and unfit to be one among you? Why? Was it actually her behavior that disgusted you? Was it the notion of "appropriate behavior" so deeply ingrained in you? Or was it plain jealousy that you couldn't do what she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say she is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrong at all. It is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; mindset, a mindset as archaic and outdated as the evolution of this male chauvinistic society. So all I'm trying to say is next time you are about to say something or form an opinion about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"that" girl&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; think again to see if you are being led by an archaic train of thought. Because if you are then you are the misfit not she.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-5955285737366764455?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5955285737366764455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=5955285737366764455' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/5955285737366764455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/5955285737366764455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dekh-ke-mujhko-haansta-gaatasadh-gayi.html' title='&quot;Dekh ke mujhko haansta gaata...sadh gayi yeh duniya sadh gayi&quot;'/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-3527522428934120583</id><published>2009-07-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:23:39.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever managed to sing the same song for more than an hour just because you wanted to learn all the nuances of the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just did that. An awesome song called "Can't Fight the Moonlight" by LeAnn Rimes. Heard it for the first time while I was watching one of my fav movies and was surprised I didn't spot it before. So I go out on this song hunt and found one of the best versions of it. I dont pose to be an expert in music but any lame guy would tell you its not an easy song to sing. Especially the way the pitch keeps changing in every other line... boy oh boy!!!! So although I might never get to sing it in public I decided to learn it just for the heck of it. Atleast it will tell me how far I have to go. Here is the song for you. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l39GpKG6S4k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l39GpKG6S4k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-3527522428934120583?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3527522428934120583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=3527522428934120583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3527522428934120583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/3527522428934120583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/ever-managed-to-sing-same-song-for-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-4849116879375609908</id><published>2009-07-24T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:21:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. So I have been dragged into breaking my habit of plogging(poetic blogging) as I have been tagged. Well I would have ignored it but considering the fact that I'm as busy as a dead fish right now I decided to give it a shot. Besides it was books .....I can't pass on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming straight to the topic. Well must say I read my first novel in 10th standard and then it continued. I'm more of a fiction person. So my top 15 books (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter series&lt;/span&gt;: Well, HP and sorcerer's stone was the first novel I ever managed to read...more like devour. I wasn't a book person but an old friend of mine practically thrust it into my hand so I read it. And boy, till day I thank her for letting me in on that magical world. And don't roll ur eyes at me. I am a kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne of the Island&lt;/span&gt;: Actually the whole series of Anne's journey through life from green gables to marrying the guy who called her carrots in schools thanks to her red hair. Awesomely sweet. Boys keep off. Its a girls thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M &amp;amp; B's&lt;/span&gt;: My hostel nite vdo says it all. I am a huge fan of M &amp;amp;B's. Come on its not every day that you find a very sweet lovestory where the guy and girl finally have to meet. :P Life isn't that sweet people. You might as well live it in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The prophecies of Notre Dame:&lt;/span&gt; It kinda caught on with me after 9/11. But I must say it is quite fascinating to read all those predictions he made years ago. Makes actually wonder and believe that prophacies do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons:&lt;/span&gt; Phew! That's the only word. Shear brilliance in the narrative. Its one of the major reasons why I will go to Europe (which I will). Follow the path of illumination. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da Vinci Code:&lt;/span&gt; Continuing in the same breath. Although I read this first, Angels &amp;amp;Demons is way better. But no denying the fact that after this book all of us did take a peak at the last supper painting. I even had a calendar print of Monalisa framed and hung in my room. Coming from a missionary school boy do I look out for all the subtle signs in every church I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to Read a Person Like a Book:&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry I never mastered it completely. Its a generalisation of body language and certain gestures used by people which convey their true emotions. Now you dont want to be caught sending out a wrong signal to someone important right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gossip Girl (Yes! the book): &lt;/span&gt;Although the series is amazing you cant deny that reading a book is a completely different experience. Cant say it tops the list but yeah it is somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Laid Plans (Sidney Sheldon):&lt;/span&gt; Quite a gripping novel. I couldn't imagine myself finishing it in a matter of 2 days considering I'm a very very slow reader. The tale of how a woman achieves the unthinkable just driven by vengeance. Although the story proceeds beautifully with a murder and all the end kinda falls a little short of expectations. All in all a very good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood Line (Sidney Sheldon): &lt;/span&gt;Pharmaceutical Industry, young heiress,blood-thirsty dealers, money hungry relatives, one childhood fantasy man - to trust him or not to. That about says it all. I remember it as the novel that saved me on a 48hr long train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short Sayings by Vivekananda:&lt;/span&gt; Just plain and simple - totally inspiring. After reading these u just want to get up and go grab that world by its collar. See if you can get it the next time u see a ramakrishna mission store. They are practical to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reader's Digest: &lt;/span&gt;The age old series of magazines. A habit inculcated by my parents actually. Every issues I would wait to read the cover stories. There was one in particular called "Lost in the Sea"- a true story about a woman who went fishing with her son into the sea and was hit by an unexpected storm. How she managed to save her son, swim some ridiculous distances and lived to tell the tale formed the rest of the story. I taught me one thing, that story, Perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next up the best of the best. My top Three books (Drum Roll!!!). I can never put them as #1 #2 and #3 but these three books are something I manage to suggest to anyone and everyone who would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns:&lt;/span&gt; This book by Khaled Hosseini follows the life of two Afghan women through very dark times. Well before u cast it off as an emotional tale, it narrates beautifully the political situations that lead to the taliban take over and tell me if u dont have goose bumps when u read about how the women were treated during taliban rule in Afghanistan. Be it the time when one woman loses her family and love all in a blink of an eye or the time when the two women manage to escape from home, without a man, only to be caught. I just cant imagine what they would have gone through. And by the time you reach the end of this book you will feel as though u have lived the entire story. I have the movie playing in my mind even when I write this. A must must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah Yeah! We've heard it and seen it alright. But you havent read it then u surely missed something. The peppy dialogue between Lizzy and Darcy or the moment truth dawns upon Lizzy or when proud Darcy amazes Lizzy by "being able to insult her and express his love for her all at the same time". Truly a classy classic that deserved every bit of acclaim it got. It was my second novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Godfather:&lt;/span&gt; Last but not the least.....The book about a man who "makes u an offer u cannot refuse". Don Vito Corleone and his offspring. Really, everyone knows the story but if u watched the movie first then man u've ruined ur experience of the book. I was so fascinated by the intricate ways of the mafia or more like the sheer power they wield, that I used to wish I could be transplanted into the story as, if not Michael Corleone himself, atleast his gun man(gun woman?). Simply Superb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope u liked my list and if u havent tried any of my top three books I urge u to read them right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have as many as 15 friends who blog so I'll just pass it on to a few people namely Sravanti, Kartik, Mayank, Debanjan and Apurv. And thanks to Shruti, who tagged me, I got to relive my best books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-4849116879375609908?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4849116879375609908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=4849116879375609908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/4849116879375609908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/4849116879375609908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-8125197838718808023</id><published>2009-04-26T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:33:03.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a wound that's always bleeding, There's a road I'm always walking.....And I know We'll never return to this place........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that there are some things about which you can never say " Its ok, let's move on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where it went,&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To seek it and find it&lt;br /&gt;Or just look no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it scares me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm in tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question never leaves me&lt;br /&gt;Haunts me, biggest of fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;What did I mess up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do it at all&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just a mix up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate this feeling sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Hate to think of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cant hate anything&lt;br /&gt;more than I do myself to the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;Right now I know I am a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I could cause to break&lt;br /&gt;A friendship that's seen a bad season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being an outcast like this&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to be shut out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not been there enough&lt;br /&gt;Enough to be trusted w/o doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel unwelcome&lt;br /&gt;Then Why do I feel I have betrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Why do I feel I misguide&lt;br /&gt;I always have let ppl be strayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be a friend&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve the care I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve any respect&lt;br /&gt;I should die alone to pay the debt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-8125197838718808023?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8125197838718808023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=8125197838718808023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/8125197838718808023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/8125197838718808023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-wound-thats-always-bleeding.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-5043605388334767178</id><published>2009-03-21T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:36.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SylBN48qbKI/AAAAAAAAArk/aH0VjH8BFRs/s1600-h/golf+balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SylBN48qbKI/AAAAAAAAArk/aH0VjH8BFRs/s320/golf+balls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415931733770661026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Metaphors people use......simple and subtle or in the face ...... they help bring things into perspective.....help to break down life into smaller blocks....smaller is easier to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call life a jar.....then golf balls, goals would be&lt;br /&gt;worries, as pebbles and sand,you see&lt;br /&gt;Let wine take the role of society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let an empty jar fill with wine&lt;br /&gt;there is no place for your golf balls or mine&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of a life so fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the wine has filled the jar&lt;br /&gt;you cant get rid of any so far&lt;br /&gt;just drop in your golf balls to spill it over the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let pebbles and sand fill all&lt;br /&gt;You'll be walking on the edge waiting to fall&lt;br /&gt;so burdened you can never stand up tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fill ur golf balls and&lt;br /&gt;they'll fall in place , pebbles and sand&lt;br /&gt;let some wine slip in to give you a hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-5043605388334767178?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5043605388334767178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=5043605388334767178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/5043605388334767178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/5043605388334767178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/metaphors-people-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SylBN48qbKI/AAAAAAAAArk/aH0VjH8BFRs/s72-c/golf+balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-6648447060217377361</id><published>2009-02-09T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:49:50.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random/vague'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more you try... the farther it goes&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating you may think....&lt;br /&gt;But something like that is happeneing...&lt;br /&gt;God knows what I can do to set it right&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem like I have been a good girl&lt;br /&gt;Or I have been exceptionally good&lt;br /&gt;So he gives me more than what i ask for&lt;br /&gt;I try to help to lessen the pain...&lt;br /&gt;What to do I am no good...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if the pain will go&lt;br /&gt;if I'm there or if I leave....&lt;br /&gt;Either ways it isn't any better.&lt;br /&gt;Well is it worse one way atleast?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know even that....&lt;br /&gt;Must be the worst helper ever..&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what to do...what to say&lt;br /&gt;One moment for a lifetime....&lt;br /&gt;One life destroyed...one life restored...&lt;br /&gt;To speak out or not....sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;For all of which I am responsible...&lt;br /&gt;But probably not guilty&lt;br /&gt;Memories and dreams... or&lt;br /&gt;Life and reality... which is easier&lt;br /&gt;Which is tougher... is it ever easy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-6648447060217377361?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6648447060217377361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=6648447060217377361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/6648447060217377361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/6648447060217377361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-you-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-1752409012777994881</id><published>2009-01-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I don't want the world to see me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;When everything's meant to be broken.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point if everything was meant to be broken....... I believed it could be different but again I've been proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I dare to dream...&lt;br /&gt;A dream? Damn it was true&lt;br /&gt;I lived what I cherished....but&lt;br /&gt;It had to be broken... thats my cue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To act my part...to smile the goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Well so be it ....whats gone is gone&lt;br /&gt;When will I finally let go of it?&lt;br /&gt;The answer will soon, upon me, dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I hope, coz I stopped wishing,&lt;br /&gt;This I ask, coz I never will dream,&lt;br /&gt;To speak out, I must and will learn&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I'm unheard when I scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet sometimes there are things&lt;br /&gt;Which even spoken aloud, are ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Things which are better left alone&lt;br /&gt;But things which have to be poured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good friend time has a way to handle&lt;br /&gt;All things that go awry and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Anger may need to be taken care of&lt;br /&gt;All to save today, to be more glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.......... I'm waiting..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-1752409012777994881?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1752409012777994881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=1752409012777994881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/1752409012777994881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/1752409012777994881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-i-dont-want-world-to-see-me-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-6176997960500236486</id><published>2008-12-13T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:52:01.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SUPoIspgMXI/AAAAAAAAASA/YTfd3RYQzgk/s1600-h/goo_goo_dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SUPoIspgMXI/AAAAAAAAASA/YTfd3RYQzgk/s320/goo_goo_dolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279318424330187122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't think that they'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;When everything is meant to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful and haunting lines.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung by one, Read by someone,they just found a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear that song, my heart flies and sinks&lt;br /&gt;A different time a different place I find myself in,&lt;br /&gt;A pain from long ago, my heart drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the stone you're crawling under is lifted off your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears,&lt;br /&gt;The noise that you hear ....is the crashing down of hollow years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-6176997960500236486?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6176997960500236486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=6176997960500236486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/6176997960500236486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/6176997960500236486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-dont-want-world-to-see-me-coz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SUPoIspgMXI/AAAAAAAAASA/YTfd3RYQzgk/s72-c/goo_goo_dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-1847323169492494850</id><published>2008-11-29T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taste with eyes.... a term I read somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;Eyes were meant to see and tongues were meant to taste....&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose I'm wrong...coz everyone there&lt;br /&gt;Seems to appreciate that it is .....called "taste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head is splitting while I try to figure out,&lt;br /&gt;How could I be wrong for saying,&lt;br /&gt;"A spade is a spade"- without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I was right, my mind is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause and effect - thats logical,&lt;br /&gt;But a blast without any agitation?&lt;br /&gt;Thats surprising-disorder without a radical&lt;br /&gt;like cure without medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in cryptics - thats the order of the day,&lt;br /&gt;When what u say is twisted beyond recognition,&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had that one friend if u may,&lt;br /&gt;The one who wrote the screenplay and gave direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-1847323169492494850?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1847323169492494850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=1847323169492494850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/1847323169492494850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/1847323169492494850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/taste-with-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-8738202172780838926</id><published>2008-11-29T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Climbing out but trampled on,&lt;br /&gt;Cut me up in pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Punish me for what I was made,&lt;br /&gt;Make me hate this very breath,&lt;br /&gt;This beauty of my life has been turned upside down,&lt;br /&gt;By one mistake I made ages ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was not wrong in being born,&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I being punished for being me,&lt;br /&gt;Wish to end this strife,&lt;br /&gt;But seems like it will end with this life,&lt;br /&gt;So whats my mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Not conforming to someone else's picture of who I should be?&lt;br /&gt;For being the me who could prove "him" and his ego wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Climbing walls in an endless circle.....&lt;br /&gt;Screaming out till my blood curdles.....&lt;br /&gt;Punishing myself to lessen others pain.......&lt;br /&gt;And still they wish to suck the life out of me.....&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?...... they just succeeded!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-8738202172780838926?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8738202172780838926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=8738202172780838926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/8738202172780838926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/8738202172780838926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/climbing-out-but-trampled-on-cut-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-12454441886995278</id><published>2008-07-28T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok ... Think happy huh.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused....again i read a blog. Wow man....whats happening in life....senior batch at college....loads of work and tension mounting. Ever got the thought.... "Am I good enough?".... Its been haunting me for quite a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough?, I wonder now&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I will ever be ready&lt;br /&gt;Make it to the top, how how how?&lt;br /&gt;This tottering pile isn't enough, steady&lt;br /&gt;Nervous so much on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to keep my face&lt;br /&gt;Looking through closed eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find that trace&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the only one? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;So worried I could be sick&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I, this feeling, defy&lt;br /&gt;Get out and do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;Why not be the one you are?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?, I enquire about&lt;br /&gt;The people who think they know me by far&lt;br /&gt;If they knew me they'd stand in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong? Or are they?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Do I know me or do they?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll leave it to time and.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-12454441886995278?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/12454441886995278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=12454441886995278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/12454441886995278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/12454441886995278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-2441363716015542614</id><published>2008-05-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:44:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No Poems today...&lt;br /&gt;For once I shall try my hand at prose though I don't write that well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i dunno what happened today morning I woke up read a lil something and my entire mood changed. My emotions seem to be just churned in a mixer. Just felt that all thats happening now.....was it even worth it?? Cryptic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #1 : You like someone's company but are not allowed to spend time with them. So you fight your way out to spend time and get some momentary happiness only to cry for hours later. And some years later you realise that all that fighting wasn't really necessary because you have a lifetime of such good times lined ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #2 : Your very good friend, with whom you've spent countless hours, whom you cared for, whom you shared a lot with, stops talking to you. You reach a point where you cant even stand in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #3 : There is someone around you who has been observing you for years now but has never talked to you thinking you don't need them, when all that you needed was a friend like them. And you are completely ignorant of the fact that they have been watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #4 : You meet someone you have seen for years. You talk to them once and you like them, while you might have avoided them for all those years thinking they are some weird jerks. And then suddenly you realise that you hardly have any time left with them. You reprimand yourself for not talking to them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #5 : You are packing your bags to leave the place where all this happened and in a poof all these scenes are smoke. All the things which were so important to you till then that your life revolved around these seemed like just a lil part of a larger picture. Its like someone turned off all the spots and turned houselights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in that state of mind where I have seen picture #5 happening around me. I just stopped in my tracks. Maybe its too early for me to comment on anything about that picture but I just can't help but see that every scene that happened has changed me, my life and my story. But is it worth  all that attention  and time it got? Maybe it did. And then maybe it dint. I'm totally in a daze right now. Lets hope that when my time comes I'll be a lil more clear about these. But i guess I will always regret not speaking to some people earlier. Because what could have been years has now boiled down to months and weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough questions spinning my head for the day.....I shall shut up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-2441363716015542614?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2441363716015542614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=2441363716015542614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/2441363716015542614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/2441363716015542614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-poems-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-705452256258919982</id><published>2008-05-09T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SylAbYzVpTI/AAAAAAAAArc/DltlCoWb3UY/s1600-h/sea-sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SylAbYzVpTI/AAAAAAAAArc/DltlCoWb3UY/s320/sea-sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415930866148156722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling....VAGUE&lt;br /&gt;What is Vague?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see....now thats vague....I'll write something else vague....Dunno when I wrote this but here it is...see its vague....&lt;br /&gt;OK enough of vagueness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets slowly, is he reaching out?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its my mind playing its tricks again....&lt;br /&gt;Does he not want to leave the skies?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i see and feel so much pain.....&lt;br /&gt;Why do the birds seem like they cant cry any louder?&lt;br /&gt;This sinking feeling its getting too much...&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i cry with the birds?&lt;br /&gt;these walls block out my voice, their force is such....&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming inside....But who would ever know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing but a mute to the passer-by.....&lt;br /&gt;All in Vain, my efforts are, it seems...&lt;br /&gt;I'm scratching the walls, to get out, I try....&lt;br /&gt;The sun sinks lower, Is he escaping?&lt;br /&gt;So that he can save face, at a later hour....&lt;br /&gt;Or helpless, is he, after all his efforts.....&lt;br /&gt;And does not wish to tell me, so is moving far....&lt;br /&gt;Somebody stop me, I'll come unhinged...&lt;br /&gt;Someone stop this hammering in my head...&lt;br /&gt;Check for vital signs, revive me....&lt;br /&gt;As frustration, sucks out life, leaving me dead...&lt;br /&gt;Is the end, Of the tunnel, the darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my pain draining away so fast...&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning of the end....&lt;br /&gt;And now my body and mind rest at last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering when or why i wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;The circumstances are....&lt;br /&gt;wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUE&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to this vague post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-705452256258919982?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/705452256258919982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=705452256258919982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/705452256258919982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/705452256258919982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SylAbYzVpTI/AAAAAAAAArc/DltlCoWb3UY/s72-c/sea-sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-4628147042271949946</id><published>2007-12-21T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been almost a Year ....Wow!!!!! one whole year.....But it dint seem that long....&lt;br /&gt;Why?.......wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;How?.....wish I could say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lost her alcazar to this enemy called 'Friend'......&lt;br /&gt;How was she to know that this was eventually, an enemy, to become&lt;br /&gt;A cherished time, with this friend, she did&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/R2vp4jg933I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i8bC0LmoRnY/s1600-h/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/R2vp4jg933I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i8bC0LmoRnY/s320/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146464157016383346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; spend.......&lt;br /&gt;The memories have now been burnt, killing all but some&lt;br /&gt;Why did my life flip 180 in a few days?&lt;br /&gt;Turning confidantes into foes?&lt;br /&gt;For now, the world did, it seems, arraign her&lt;br /&gt;But not one of those 'friends', did behold her woes&lt;br /&gt;She screamed her honesty, her probity.....&lt;br /&gt;All fell on, but deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;Her own, she thought who were, did not reach out.....&lt;br /&gt;Did attaint her, than wipe her tears.&lt;br /&gt;And when she thought in her despair......&lt;br /&gt;Never again, will another I trust&lt;br /&gt;A rampart to her thought, she found......&lt;br /&gt;Coercing it, think again you must&lt;br /&gt;Turning away she looked into a fog, a never ending mist.....&lt;br /&gt;With shadows of accusations, with echoes of censure&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/R2vrljg935I/AAAAAAAAABg/AGjFS8-tEqs/s1600-h/open+arms+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 277px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/R2vrljg935I/AAAAAAAAABg/AGjFS8-tEqs/s320/open+arms+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146466029622124434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look and she saw, some hands lifted to point.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a couple more to comfort and embrace her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Glad, she was, to be looked at not vehemently.....&lt;br /&gt;But also, for once, heard and understood&lt;br /&gt;She seeked a comfort in the gaze, a solace in that embrace......&lt;br /&gt;Even so, to her new foes, be unwelcome, this would&lt;br /&gt;Now still she is attainted and disgraced.....&lt;br /&gt;But, with this support, is stronger to face&lt;br /&gt;The winds, so cold and yet so searing.....&lt;br /&gt;Blown by a 'Friend'...... the word only fetches a grimace&lt;br /&gt;This support.....should I call them 'Friends'?&lt;br /&gt;The word has lost its meaning, the trust and charm&lt;br /&gt;Still....Why do they feel so dependable......&lt;br /&gt;They I feel, but know not why, mean no harm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-4628147042271949946?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4628147042271949946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=4628147042271949946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/4628147042271949946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/4628147042271949946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-almost-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/R2vp4jg933I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i8bC0LmoRnY/s72-c/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-117120300467382934</id><published>2007-02-11T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i sit down to write something new....i just think about friends...and how lost i would be without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i was....so lost in everything trivial and everything that was nothing.To think of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was living but in a fortress,&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing she was under constant stress.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to prove everyone,&lt;br /&gt;The worth of what she had done.&lt;br /&gt;Staying in her fortress, in her shell,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/Rc8nu45MWAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uh3OgMY3Ql8/s1600-h/fort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/Rc8nu45MWAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uh3OgMY3Ql8/s320/fort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030282995295868930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she used to dwell.&lt;br /&gt;'Are all my inmates loyal?&lt;br /&gt;Or do they praise me, for i am royal?'&lt;br /&gt;She fooled herself into believing,&lt;br /&gt;Its not a duty they are relieving.&lt;br /&gt;Thus she lived, for years to come,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering some forgetting some.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day,upon her, it dawned,&lt;br /&gt;She was all alone in this fortress,with its piers and pond.&lt;br /&gt;What good sun,what bright light,did bring upon her,&lt;br /&gt;You wonder, a revealation, a truth, for years, she did not see.&lt;br /&gt;And then like a huge rock it hit,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/Rc8nu45MWBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XlgPB7H3ipc/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/Rc8nu45MWBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XlgPB7H3ipc/s320/butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030282995295868946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she knew not,who the word 'friend',fit.&lt;br /&gt;Her world just reeled to a stop,&lt;br /&gt;Someone had apparated inside her fort with a 'pop'.&lt;br /&gt;And as though a spell had been put,&lt;br /&gt;Her fortress withered away in a second,from head to foot.&lt;br /&gt;Like a cocoon burst open, The butterfly flew,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing and showing,everything she could and knew.&lt;br /&gt;But then she stopped to look, the intruder she had feared,&lt;br /&gt;With trepidation and doubt, even to battle she geared.&lt;br /&gt;Alas!Her defences failed against the beauty at the opposite end,&lt;br /&gt;And she atlast lost her alcazar to this beauty called 'Friend'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-117120300467382934?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117120300467382934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=117120300467382934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/117120300467382934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/117120300467382934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-i-sit-down-to-write-something-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/Rc8nu45MWAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uh3OgMY3Ql8/s72-c/fort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-115721254666196086</id><published>2006-09-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day of my life...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the breeze, cool and light,&lt;br /&gt;Never knew what surprises were in store for me on this day,bright.&lt;br /&gt;I said "Good Morning!" to my reflection and saw a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know i would be smiling harder in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I started my day, hoping everything would be fine,&lt;br /&gt;Man!! It turned out to be better than any imagination of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I stole a gaze at the stars, as I rode along,&lt;br /&gt;They seemed like a protection, like a phoenix song.&lt;br /&gt;The hunter shined above, in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;While the waiting began to see that breath taking sight.&lt;br /&gt;The mischief king put on his mask,&lt;br /&gt;He rolled up his sleeves and took on the task.&lt;br /&gt;The sky filled with the first rays of the Sun,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Chasing those waves back and forth was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;And then he rose slowly, changing from red to yellow,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving everything he touched peaceful and mellow.&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect beginning to a day,&lt;br /&gt;Where all things just fell in place and what else can I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-115721254666196086?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115721254666196086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=115721254666196086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/115721254666196086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/115721254666196086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-115713034326815521</id><published>2006-09-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:25:05.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine made me read a poem which inspired me and made me think....&lt;br /&gt;It was so true and in front of my eyes,yet it took me so long to realise that life was calling......and where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I would call 'Coming back to life....!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was what I had made it, a mess,&lt;br /&gt;For i could see nothing but the sorrow and stress.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the road, I had lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I forgot to appreciate the singing birds and the enjoy flowers sway.&lt;br /&gt;Now everytime I think of it, gives me a jitter,&lt;br /&gt;How strange it is, for the only taste of life i perceived was bitter.&lt;br /&gt;A mistake, I seemed to be making,&lt;br /&gt;Every night I wished to sleep forever, without waking.&lt;br /&gt;Am I so bad, I always thought,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of guilt i always fought.&lt;br /&gt;People around me seemed worried,&lt;br /&gt;The more they coaxed, the farther, from truth I scurried.&lt;br /&gt;But oneday I stopped and turned,&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise, this exile was imposed and not earned.&lt;br /&gt;Things became clear and shined in a new light,&lt;br /&gt;My life had seen dawn after a long night.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, 'Bitter!!!?? Was that me?',&lt;br /&gt;The one, who for some fun, wouldn't mind scraping a knee.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I was being stupid and dumb,&lt;br /&gt;I was so 'not me',so lifeless and numb.&lt;br /&gt;In life, planning and expectations, there will be some,&lt;br /&gt;But I decided 'lets stop being disappointed and take things as they come'.&lt;br /&gt;I came back to life, oh yes I did,&lt;br /&gt;My life stood beside me and waited patiently, as I made my bid.&lt;br /&gt;Still somewhere in the dark are lurking the ghosts of my past,&lt;br /&gt;But now they dont bother me, for my sunshine is here to last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-115713034326815521?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115713034326815521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=115713034326815521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/115713034326815521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/115713034326815521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/friend-of-mine-made-me-read-poem-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163617.post-115625976713292017</id><published>2006-08-22T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:16:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivace of life....&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what that means.....?&lt;br /&gt;I think it is most befitting to call life a vivace for it is nothing but a piece of music to be played in a quick and lively way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have asked ourselves a question at some point of our lives...."Why Me?"&lt;br /&gt;I dont pretend i have an answer, for i myself have asked that question...and then when i think again....there is no answer but one..."Why Not?"&lt;br /&gt;Every little incident teaches u....every little experience enlightens u. And at the end of it all, how does the question help u? It is the experience that helps u,takes u through ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life learn to follow your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Taste all the sweet nectar and creams.&lt;br /&gt;Worth is that life u live,&lt;br /&gt;When u learn to give.&lt;br /&gt;Help those who need u and think not twice,&lt;br /&gt;But i dont say dont be prudent and wise.&lt;br /&gt;You will meet people and friends you will make,&lt;br /&gt;They will help u give a performance in life's single take.&lt;br /&gt;You might bump into love on your way,&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you persuade it to stay.&lt;br /&gt;For once you let it go even an inch past you,&lt;br /&gt;Though your heart bleeds, words to speak, you will have few.&lt;br /&gt;Left behind will be so many shattered dreams,&lt;br /&gt;That you will hear nothing but their cries and screams.&lt;br /&gt;In the end you would want to call it a day,&lt;br /&gt;And,that person would come to see you once ,you hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever might happen, life ends here and starts elsewhere,&lt;br /&gt;So before the vivace ends, sometime u might want to spare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33163617-115625976713292017?l=vivaceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115625976713292017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33163617&amp;postID=115625976713292017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/115625976713292017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163617/posts/default/115625976713292017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivaceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/vivace-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirisha Kurada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554583729789835301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8Wk3GhF3Vo/SnBx_XMgzeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x6sePNMVVGo/S220/P1010069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
