<?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-8106362437812810468</id><updated>2011-09-24T03:54:53.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace Of Pentacles</title><subtitle type='html'>The Virtue Of A Profane Mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-2916962407376154189</id><published>2011-07-20T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T07:57:45.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day.First Show.</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit nervous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first day of College and some things will change from tomorrow. A whole new World out there, waiting for Me. A lot of traveling, new friends, serious study business and fun too ! Can't wait to taste them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things go smooth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-2916962407376154189?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/2916962407376154189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-dayfirst-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2916962407376154189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2916962407376154189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-dayfirst-show.html' title='First Day.First Show.'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-2631407736062602163</id><published>2011-07-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:20:30.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I'm here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Practically I was inactive in all my blogging sites during this year. To be frank I came online a couple of times to update the blog but I would end up writing nothing and just browse through some pending drafts and then finally I would just bang my laptop down and dismiss the idea of writing. This happened to me a number of times and I would wonder what’s wrong with me because I have so much in my mind to write about but somehow I can’t figure out what I actually want to do. At first I thought I am on a writer’s block but then as time started to fly, I realised that the “writer’s block” term for 3 years is probably a bit large. But then I got too busy with my daily life stuffs and academics that I had to put my curricular activities on hold. (Blogging being one of them!)Moreover I didn’t bother much&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;because I don’t have many readers and I don’t even know if anybody reads them so I ignored blogging for about 2 years or something!&lt;br /&gt;Not out of the blue, but completely in senses, I’ll say that I am BACK! Now that I have graduated I will have a lot of time to focus on these things.&lt;br /&gt;To get started with, as I said I graduated from high school this year and Graduation Day is the most memorable day in a student’s life and I had mine too. Then I appeared for my final year examination in which I managed to score but it was not satisfactory as compared to the hard work that I put in.&lt;br /&gt;Third was my 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday this year. I am an adult now! I got an iPod Nano Touch 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; generation as a gift. The last blow for the year was my granny’s death; completely took me off the ground and somewhere during the last few months of the closing year I got back my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am sitting on my bed, sleepy and tired, writing this, re living some moments and waiting for the damn service provider to connect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I would really appreciate if anyone of You who read my stuff, would share their thoughts with me. I would love to hear from You. It would really motivate me to write more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-2631407736062602163?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/2631407736062602163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-that-im-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2631407736062602163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2631407736062602163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-that-im-here.html' title='Now that I&apos;m here.'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-2131811358137377333</id><published>2010-05-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:56:13.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another page is about to turn.</title><content type='html'>Attachment to things around me, tend to hurt me more when I see them being snatched away. Be it human relationships, materialistic pursuits,unfulfilled dreams and unattainable love.They say that I should let things go but I ask is it that easy to detatch yourself when all this time you considered it to be a part of your own? The answer is a straight No. No matter how strong hearted I am or present myself to be, somewhere deep down even my heart cries aloud. For the first time, I thought that I found something that was mine, though it was short lived, yet I found a connectivity and now that the circumstances are leading Us to part. The other is not conscience about my feelings and that's changing the course of path&amp;nbsp; we both would have liked to take.&lt;br /&gt;I was building castles of sand, only, unaware of the fact that the waves of time will come to wash it all away and I'll be standing there with my hopes shattered but maybe, somewhere, the urge to build it once again will arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maktub&lt;/i&gt;, as it is said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-2131811358137377333?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/2131811358137377333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-page-is-about-to-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2131811358137377333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2131811358137377333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-page-is-about-to-turn.html' title='Another page is about to turn.'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-3135934393713012585</id><published>2010-04-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:43:57.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only if I Have this 0.1% provocation, I'm hell sure I wil kill You.</title><content type='html'>That's strange. This is the third time within a week when I am being told that my idea of living life is wrong, to be more specific I am taking wrong decisions. Why so? Things seem reasonable to me then why are these people intruding my lives with their unwanted advices and forcing me to believe them? No no, I'm not talking about my parents but people other than them,especially my peers! There can be two things at the moment, either I am blind enough to see their point of view or the vice-versa. But I know that whatever they are saying is wrong, bloody wrong and you know what's more hurting to see? It's the thing that the people whom I trusted with these years of friendship, they are ones who are stabbing me back. Why don't they understand that no matter how much I shrug the stuffs off pretending that I am least bothered, but times, when I am sitting all by myself at a corner, all I do is lay back and sulk. I don't feel good about it,which is apparantly an understatement. Sometimes I just wish that I could cut away every srting of attachment with my life.Stupid people are bloody pissing me off. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Introvert ism rules and I am becoming a recluse. It saves me from the criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Time makes Us go through phases when we realize the true difference between a Friend and Enemy;Love and Infatuation;Dream and Destiny."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-3135934393713012585?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/3135934393713012585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-if-i-have-this-01-provocation-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3135934393713012585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3135934393713012585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-if-i-have-this-01-provocation-im.html' title='Only if I Have this 0.1% provocation, I&apos;m hell sure I wil kill You.'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-3391917996454490892</id><published>2010-04-21T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:32:12.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="400" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bitstrips.com/swfs/reader.swf?comic_id=559210"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bitstrips.com/swfs/reader.swf?comic_id=559210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey recently came up with a new timepass-'comic making'.I am new at this so nothing innovative comes to my mind as yet.I made this one as an old joke that I remembered.Hope that I'll come up with more! It's fun and an addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-3391917996454490892?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/3391917996454490892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/04/comics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3391917996454490892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3391917996454490892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/04/comics.html' title='Comics'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-166898640001225304</id><published>2010-04-03T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:23:25.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes again....NOTHING</title><content type='html'>I am tired,terribly.Tired of staring at the pages of my books, course books of course! Ever heard of 'dreaming in a wakeful state',yes,that is exactly what I'm doing and it's nothing new.I do it every time and yet manage to pass though my Report Card screams out my average academic status.Oh by the way,this reminded me that I got promoted to grade 12th.Close shave,I must say.This is the last year of my schooling.The so called 'seniors of the school' though I don't like to take the credit of it.Everything is the same,the same unwhite-washed walls,the same dark and stinking washrooms,the same writing chalks which make a screeching sound as the teacher scribbles(it helps us to stay awake!) and the same stone age computers.I don't know whether I'll miss school or not,maybe a combined feeling of relief and nostalgia.But I feel weird that I don't have any senior now to whom I can look up to.The fact that I used to gel well with my seniors than what I generally do with my own classmates and also that I had the most fascinating buddies among my seniors.Now that they are all gone and probably doing some boogie dance,rejoicing the fact that the boards are over (and they have done well),I feel lonesome.Well,so I am a senior now and unfortunately I don't look like one! I was just thinking that maybe I grew up a bit too fast.17 years,I spent? I have no idea if I achieved anything substantial till date.All I remember is that I won a prize in public speaking,I danced on the conti night and I played the guitar on Farewell.That's it! Well,you might wonder,'what's the big deal with "dancing"?' But as a mater of fact,I generally don't tend to dance.But on that day I did,very much&amp;nbsp; like a mad cow.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the present,this year is academically important to me,a cliche rather.Every moron in their last year of schooling admits it.I'm one of them.SRCC(If you are an Indian commerce student reading this,then I dont need to expand),Symbiosis etc etc are the names I keep on hearing.Being aimless,I just nod my head up and down to whatever future prospects are being settled for me.However,here at my place,not only my parents are concerned about my studies but my neighbors too.Interestingly, being a Bengali, I have to adjust my needs/wants according to the dreadful Bengali society,I unfortunately dwell in.Their sarcastic comments,the most deadly gossip mongers and their dreadful PNPC(&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;oro &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;inda &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;oro &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;horcha)(a typical gatherings of middle aged married women expertizing their back bitching skills) Ironical enough that they expect to be greeted as 'elders' minus the moral and ethical values.Anyways, I just finished reading Brida(Paulo Coelho) and Pride and Prejudice(Jane Austen).Paulo Coelho is my all time favorite but&amp;nbsp; I tried Jane Austen for the first time and I loved her style.I'm a classic fan now! My next target is to read Mansfield Park but my friend(another classic freak) advised me to go for Sense and Sensibility.Let the 'inky-pinki-bonki method' decide what I will read! I also watched a classic movie namely,'The Dutchess'.The most amazing Keira Knightly is the lead heroine and without a doubt I loved it.The reason I like classic has many reasons.The first obvious reason is that through classic novels we get a glimpse of the society structure of that period which we have long lost,the utter soberness and finest of manners of both Men and Women.The flattery phrases and love tales are not to be missed.There was a sense of elegance and sophistication,which I crave to live but obviously can't.I feel mesmerized by that era.Oh! I love the dress code too.I am craving for some more good books to read.Maybe I'll try Leo Tolstoy.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! my camera is rotting&amp;nbsp; and I need a change,desperate and quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-166898640001225304?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/166898640001225304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-goes-againnothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/166898640001225304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/166898640001225304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-goes-againnothing.html' title='Here goes again....NOTHING'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-8333621676455433404</id><published>2010-03-07T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T04:57:17.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/S5NBe2OJYtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LEusxNtseYE/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/S5NBe2OJYtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LEusxNtseYE/s320/DSC02222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A "Mela" is a Hindi word for fair.This is the Surajkund Mela, a vibrant fair which is held every year. People from different parts of the world come here as both purchasers and sellers. This year's attraction was stalls from Tajakistan,Egypt,Nepal,Afhghanistan,Sri Lnka and many more, only if I would remember ! &lt;br /&gt;I found that this year the Mela was much more happenning and colorful. Songs,dances, tounge tickling food and&amp;nbsp; amazing collection of items have been this year's spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's not a place of easy bargaining !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-8333621676455433404?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/8333621676455433404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/03/mela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/8333621676455433404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/8333621676455433404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/03/mela.html' title='Mela'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/S5NBe2OJYtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LEusxNtseYE/s72-c/DSC02222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-1312885751435702201</id><published>2010-03-06T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:28:07.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To The West Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt; Wild West                       Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each like a corpse within its grave, until                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;With living hues and odors plain and hill:                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The poem continues with four more beautiful stanzas before PB Shelly finally ends with &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In the poem Ode To The West Wind, the poet establishes a link between his own personality and the personality of the West Wind.He thinks of his childhood and remembers the times when he was as swift as a boy, like he used to be during his childhood then he would have been his&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;companion in all it's movement across the sky. He also says that he would have fulfilled his dream of defeating the West Wind in speed. He wishes, that if the West Wind would lift him like a cloud, a leaf or a wave, for though he is like the West Wind at heart- Untamable and Proud. However, he is now bowed down with the weight of his hours on the Earth. He wants to escape the misfortunes, burdens and miseries of Life and be free.&amp;nbsp; Shelly moves on by saying that the West Wind indicates that the end of the year is approaching. The black night sky is like the dome of the tomb of this dying year, which is heavily laden with moisture and are ready to come down as hail,rain and storm.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shelly further requests to spread his ideas to mankind, just as the West Wind scatters ashes and sparks from a burning fire place. He believes that West Wind will help him scatter his thoughts which the mankind is unaware of.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;---&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Among the other literary masters, Percy Bysshe Shelly is one of my all time favourites and an &lt;i&gt;Ode To The West Wind&lt;/i&gt; is one of the bestest poems which I have read umteen number of times till now. I read this poem in my previous grade, one years ago but I remember every word in it. His poems are fresh and provoke the reader to think. The rhyming schemes and the flow of the words go well, hand-in-hand.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I thought I should share this summary I wrote a year back and here it is!&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Link for reading the full poem:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.poetry-archive.com/s/ode_to_the_west_wind.html&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-1312885751435702201?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/1312885751435702201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-west-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/1312885751435702201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/1312885751435702201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-west-wind.html' title='Ode To The West Wind'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-4383211108191106351</id><published>2010-03-04T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:39:22.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/S4_tM0tVTBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kaC5PIWcZZU/s1600-h/DSC02268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/S4_tM0tVTBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kaC5PIWcZZU/s320/DSC02268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's me on the guitar and Jyotsana on the vocals. We performed during the FAREWELL ceremony dedicated to our seniors. We played Knocking on Heaven's Door,the cover version&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; Bob Dylan by Avril Lavinge&lt;/div&gt;I was very scared because it's just been 3 months with my new guitar and I took the guts of a stage performance! But it went smooth and very well. Thank god !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Excuse the mic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-4383211108191106351?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/4383211108191106351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/03/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4383211108191106351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4383211108191106351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/03/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/S4_tM0tVTBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kaC5PIWcZZU/s72-c/DSC02268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-6977752163822210500</id><published>2010-02-11T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:36:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Senseless Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thousands of words you ever chanted,calm and cold&lt;br /&gt;passed like the autumn winds,escaping through the midsts of undying lush and mountains&lt;br /&gt;ruffling up the seas of thoughts,rushing with the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;soaring higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;until the imperilious rains fell down and stirred these closed eyes out of a dream&lt;br /&gt;So only if I could close them again,&lt;br /&gt;smell the essence in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;those of your thousand chanted words would be meaningless.Just a Noise.&lt;br /&gt;I so die to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-6977752163822210500?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/6977752163822210500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/02/senseless-voice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/6977752163822210500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/6977752163822210500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2010/02/senseless-voice.html' title='A Senseless Voice'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-1732843020385051580</id><published>2009-12-29T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:31:32.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*poof*</title><content type='html'>I know,I know..I disappeared for a long time from here.Well, here I am again!&lt;br /&gt;So,lets see where to start from..&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that's coming to my mind is that my mom's gone out of town for the first time without me. I had my schools and stuffs and couldn't afford to miss it (well,that's the reason I gave for not dragging me with her &lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;It's fun,I mean this for the teens!, with nobody to yell,check and invigilate on you and your stuffs. Moreover,it also gives a sense of responsibility like I cook my own food,wake up early with the alarm clock,which I generally won't ever do when mom's with me,wash clothes and take care of the house when I feel that it's in utter mess!.At least I'm satisfied that I can take care of myself,very well ever if I have to stay alone.I'm a self trained maid!&lt;br /&gt;School is pretty much fine,ignoring the bunch of jealous peers around me. I have been much involved in hosting school programs,anchoring them mostly. I got a positive feedback from teachers on my orating skills and I am really glad about it.I also won the&lt;u&gt; First position&lt;/u&gt; in the CEO VISION competition,very recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have also made new friends due to my association with the CODE CLUB of our school. It's basically full of computers geeks and freaks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey,my continuation party was amazing and just too awesome.One of the best days of my Life.I'll miss my seniors,very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also,I'm getting a year older on this January. I don't know why but I'm excited.I'm turning 17 !!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just moving with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love SNOW PATROL !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-1732843020385051580?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/1732843020385051580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/12/poof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/1732843020385051580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/1732843020385051580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/12/poof.html' title='*poof*'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-7131939917867809756</id><published>2009-11-18T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:54:17.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sir Edmund Hillary became the first person to reach the summit of Mount Everest- but only after failing several times. After one failure,he shook his fist at the mountain and said: "You have defeated me,but I will return and defeat you,because you can't get any bigger but I can". And he did it in 1953.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faith&lt;/i&gt; 11:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-7131939917867809756?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/7131939917867809756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/11/sir-edmund-hillary-became-first-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7131939917867809756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7131939917867809756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/11/sir-edmund-hillary-became-first-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-4995240001140448660</id><published>2009-08-31T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:51:30.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Spv-933oO4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/H8_7i9gf9uM/s1600-h/DSC01521+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Spv-933oO4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/H8_7i9gf9uM/s320/DSC01521+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376170919119567746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mad Explorer in this mad mad World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-4995240001140448660?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/4995240001140448660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/08/mad-scientist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4995240001140448660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4995240001140448660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/08/mad-scientist.html' title='Mad Scientist'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Spv-933oO4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/H8_7i9gf9uM/s72-c/DSC01521+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-2165931177528347270</id><published>2009-07-01T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:11:13.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By The River...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SkumXITTwLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cSFBFFMswMQ/s1600-h/DSC01222.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/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SkumXITTwLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cSFBFFMswMQ/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353555498355638450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I sat and wept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-2165931177528347270?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/2165931177528347270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/07/by-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2165931177528347270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2165931177528347270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/07/by-river.html' title='By The River...'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SkumXITTwLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cSFBFFMswMQ/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-2154516385677704767</id><published>2009-06-06T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:05:25.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Siq4xcCMUCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DkssomHWly8/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344287067307003938" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Siq4xcCMUCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DkssomHWly8/s320/DSC00313.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many get fooled by assuming that this is developed using Photoshop. It is not. It's an original &lt;b&gt;Snapshot &lt;/b&gt;of a colored light which are available in the markets. This bulb changes it's color within an interval of 2 seconds. For example: 1) Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 seconds later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 seconds later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard to click and capture the moments expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't it looks like a face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, can you locate the Eyes in the picture?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-2154516385677704767?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/2154516385677704767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2154516385677704767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2154516385677704767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-me.html' title='Feel Me'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Siq4xcCMUCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DkssomHWly8/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-4144938037348386391</id><published>2009-06-06T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:16:46.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Freeze* and *Sneeze*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiqyWZydOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eY50yFXtVuI/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344280005777897650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiqyWZydOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eY50yFXtVuI/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was cold January afternoon. The Sun was a boon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-4144938037348386391?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/4144938037348386391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/freeze-and-sneeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4144938037348386391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4144938037348386391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/freeze-and-sneeze.html' title='*Freeze* and *Sneeze*'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiqyWZydOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eY50yFXtVuI/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-153881811763586056</id><published>2009-06-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:17:17.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lighted Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SigO3piAqxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_lTw_PRzRdo/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343537307079191314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SigO3piAqxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_lTw_PRzRdo/s400/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SigNWfXdQoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/paAUzgUnk-U/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some lighting effects to my plant &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-153881811763586056?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/153881811763586056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/lighted-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/153881811763586056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/153881811763586056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/lighted-tree.html' title='A Lighted Tree'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SigO3piAqxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_lTw_PRzRdo/s72-c/DSC00316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-3638092142252990411</id><published>2009-06-03T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:09:44.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Things I Was Wondering About...</title><content type='html'>1) I feel sad that I couldn't watch the so called 'last' telecast of 'Ally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McBeal&lt;/span&gt;'. I started to watch this TV serial about 2 months ago and by the end of this month ( May), it ended. I loved that serial, because it was kind of realistic to which I could relate to.There was comedy, drama, romance and just everything perfect for a good serial. I wonder why they ended the serial in the middle of the episodes. It's unfair, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This year I think I will have no friends. Since I'm in 11Th grade now and the classes have shuffled due to different courses we have opted so all my friends have either left their old school to join new schools or they have been shifted to other sections. In short, I will be all alone in my class. All new kids in class and I am kind of not interested making friends ( Hey, I am NOT AN INTROVERT, I just feel a little low..) I miss my friends a lot and I understand that Life can get isolating without them. But I will remember all the time spend with them at school, trips etc. Ahh...each one has a special place in my Life and an interesting incident attached to it. &lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And yes, I have taken Commerce with Computer Science. It's a pretty loaded. I mean it has loads of extra stuffs that are to be studied in detail. Some pass (negative) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;critics&lt;/span&gt; by saying that I should have taken Mathematics but I am least bothered about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have lost all my Faith and Hope, in which I used to believe blindly and completely. It just hurts when that thing doesn't accomplishes for which you dreamed and prayed like anything. And hence I think that it will help me to become a better Realistic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Something is missing from my Life. I dont know what that is. It can be Happiness, Passion, Care, Portection, Love, Support, Friends, a Girl's day out, Some good news, Good marks, a good Joke (to laugh about for hours?), or maybe God? ....the list can go on. But the problem is I dont what that missing piece of that puzzle is and neither do I take the pain of finding it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I want to travel. I want to go somewhere. I want to discover and experience the Nature. I have an itchy foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I want to do something and proove myself, not only to others but to myself too, firstly. I want to compete against myself, really hard. I seriously want to exel. I want to exploit all my energy till the last and so I admire Sylvia Plath (Google her) for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I have also started to idealise many people around me, ranging from politicians to poor people of the society, superstars to common teachers of schools, famous poets to the unfamous ones for their extraordinay achievements or maybe just a little helping gesture towards all, ignoring the fact whether big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Day-by-day my curiosity for reading Poems is increasing. It is like an addiction. I just adore reading them. Though my rate of writing poems has fallen down drastically. Yet I submitted a recent creation of mine by the Title &lt;em&gt;"Things I See"&lt;/em&gt; on dA (Deviantart) where I just got 1 fav. i.e. only one person liked the poem and with 0 comments. It's a shame for me. Though these days this situation is same on dA. Hardly, anyone feels like adding comment or appreciaitng it.&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying to change my writing style. Lets see if I come up with something different.&lt;br /&gt;PS: You can scroll down and read the poem &lt;em&gt;"Things I See"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I have started not to indulge myself in Human relationships any furthur. Difficult to accept but yet true. I am kind of sick of it. The main reason being that there is no goodness around to be found and other than that I just want some time alone &lt;strong&gt;:\ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I want to do Salsa with some Latin Music. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I am desperate to learn Photoshop. God..it's killing me &lt;strong&gt;:\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I madly want to pursue Sound Engineering, Photojournalism, to publish a book, make a Music Band, contribute something to Computer Science, Gaming..some very serious gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) There is a war between my Mind and Heart. I wonder who will win though I know that this war will last till a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I am damn curious about History and Anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I want to do something very special. Something that nobody has done before. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I seriously think that with my daily failures, what I will do after 20 or 25 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Everything is ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;avenous, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nthropologist-&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;njuring &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ightmare Of &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nger- That's me, my luv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-3638092142252990411?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/3638092142252990411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/19-things-i-was-wondering-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3638092142252990411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3638092142252990411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/19-things-i-was-wondering-about.html' title='19 Things I Was Wondering About...'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-3435357844696596362</id><published>2009-06-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:20:47.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Deer-O-Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiQpFxvnqwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sCQl_1LZqgM/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342440237197404930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiQpFxvnqwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sCQl_1LZqgM/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out there be Monsters waiting for him. I pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiQnx9xCJOI/AAAAAAAAADs/xhYOtgHA5R0/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-3435357844696596362?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/3435357844696596362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/deer-o-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3435357844696596362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3435357844696596362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/deer-o-dear.html' title='A Deer-O-Dear'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiQpFxvnqwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sCQl_1LZqgM/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-96652758859594197</id><published>2009-06-01T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:34:27.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Lamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiQfrziEySI/AAAAAAAAADU/oCFbCheMqhY/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342429895396215074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiQfrziEySI/AAAAAAAAADU/oCFbCheMqhY/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the Lamp we study but I clicked it to make me remember the fact that I didn't &lt;strong&gt;:\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-96652758859594197?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/96652758859594197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/illumination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/96652758859594197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/96652758859594197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/06/illumination.html' title='Study Lamp'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SiQfrziEySI/AAAAAAAAADU/oCFbCheMqhY/s72-c/DSC00980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-4206641590479142936</id><published>2009-05-31T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:07:08.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you, what I see-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bit of mischief and a bit of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you take every step with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you, what I think-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone like a blazing fire encouraging me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you come close to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you, how I feel-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bit warm and a pure ecstasy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not able to tell you why I disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If something is wrong with Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Rai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-4206641590479142936?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/4206641590479142936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-see.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4206641590479142936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4206641590479142936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-see.html' title='Things I See'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-227694897078521164</id><published>2009-05-28T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:37:36.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zenith Meets The Earth Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Sh6FXuIwOAI/AAAAAAAAADM/LnizuVrcVAM/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340852850676217858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Sh6FXuIwOAI/AAAAAAAAADM/LnizuVrcVAM/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3300 feet above the sea level. It's amazing to see the Sun set from that height. Actually it didn't set it kind of got vanished or something like that. It's a different world all together. Not even a single creature to disturb the silent beauty. It felt hevenly there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-227694897078521164?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/227694897078521164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/zenith-meets-earth-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/227694897078521164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/227694897078521164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/zenith-meets-earth-here.html' title='Zenith Meets The Earth Here'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Sh6FXuIwOAI/AAAAAAAAADM/LnizuVrcVAM/s72-c/DSC01164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-2380803811426311245</id><published>2009-05-27T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:49:09.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Those Hot Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel like remembering one of those nights during my stay at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt;. Breathing hard, with a sweaty face and trying to sit patiently under the fan. The breeze had no intention of entering my balcony, it seemed. With the earplugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plugged&lt;/span&gt; on I thought of getting some sleep. ( I have a habit of sleeping with Music) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt;-Western &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fusion&lt;/span&gt; did help me to wander off and finally I took a nap but soon woke up. And all this was happening around 2:30AM at night. It was tremendously hot that night. Humidity made it worse. Gulped some juice&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; ate few &lt;em&gt;Rassugulla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;, an Indian delicacy and the Music. I started to strol all around the house, sat on the floor of the balcony. I couldn't think of anything else to do at that time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;. Finally, I slept, having no idea when or how. However, this idea of staying awake till late night and then doing stuffs can be a weird fun. I did this for the rest of the upcoming hot nights during the stay there. The silence of the Night is amazing to feel. Sometimes it feels creepy too ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-2380803811426311245?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/2380803811426311245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-those-hot-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2380803811426311245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/2380803811426311245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-those-hot-nights.html' title='On Those Hot Nights'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-6337702550196267745</id><published>2009-05-26T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:48:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away There Is Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShzgzSHOW0I/AAAAAAAAADE/ed_Gwo6Q_XE/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340390429794655042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShzgzSHOW0I/AAAAAAAAADE/ed_Gwo6Q_XE/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Corvyn's Cove Beach. A friendly beach because of it's calm waters, recommended by people who dont know swimming but still go into the waters and perform lame stunts &lt;strong&gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Like Me!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-6337702550196267745?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/6337702550196267745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/far-away-there-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/6337702550196267745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/6337702550196267745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/far-away-there-is-life.html' title='Far Away There Is Life'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShzgzSHOW0I/AAAAAAAAADE/ed_Gwo6Q_XE/s72-c/DSC00735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-7227493031691524735</id><published>2009-05-26T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:13:12.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Green Old Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShzfTG-vd9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DN57cKGbzKs/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340388777538844626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShzfTG-vd9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DN57cKGbzKs/s320/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes,Time can just fly away without realization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Ross Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-7227493031691524735?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/7227493031691524735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimestime-can-just-fly-away-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7227493031691524735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7227493031691524735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimestime-can-just-fly-away-without.html' title='That Green Old Tree'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShzfTG-vd9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DN57cKGbzKs/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-914694567522083481</id><published>2009-05-26T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:51:16.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Shw_i0GGPKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0km9GD6r8Wk/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340213125486886050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Shw_i0GGPKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0km9GD6r8Wk/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just amazing to close the eyes and feel the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Radha Nagar Beach, Havelock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-914694567522083481?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/914694567522083481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/914694567522083481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/914694567522083481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/Shw_i0GGPKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0km9GD6r8Wk/s72-c/DSC00835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-3679267754407202959</id><published>2009-05-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:19:17.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the teil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGlfuxZMSI/AAAAAAAAACs/CrxOvSSpk9w/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337228997960479010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGlfuxZMSI/AAAAAAAAACs/CrxOvSSpk9w/s320/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Developed by the British,during their reign in India.Ross Island,named after a British officer (I forgot though!) is a few kilometre away from Port Blair.Here's a small old building which has been under the grasp of this tree.Notice the dense network of the  roots.It's probably 300 years old;both the building and the tree.Interestingly, the tree looks as fresh and green.Surely,Nature has it's own way to fantasize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-3679267754407202959?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/3679267754407202959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-teil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3679267754407202959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3679267754407202959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-teil.html' title='Under the teil'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGlfuxZMSI/AAAAAAAAACs/CrxOvSSpk9w/s72-c/DSC00780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-3594757548055002256</id><published>2009-05-18T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:02:48.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGir8TZdAI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCQcVPeBRn4/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225909216310274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGir8TZdAI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCQcVPeBRn4/s320/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ...in his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unexplainable&lt;/span&gt; ways..always :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-3594757548055002256?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/3594757548055002256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3594757548055002256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3594757548055002256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGir8TZdAI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCQcVPeBRn4/s72-c/DSC00908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-7303200185687129064</id><published>2009-05-18T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:20:35.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGchsKbu_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gWFBGno0w50/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337219136015285234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGchsKbu_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gWFBGno0w50/s320/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for a escape from a 10 feet tall limestone cave? Sorry kid, better make your way thorough the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-7303200185687129064?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/7303200185687129064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-for-escape-from-10-feet-tall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7303200185687129064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7303200185687129064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-for-escape-from-10-feet-tall.html' title='Through the Dark'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShGchsKbu_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gWFBGno0w50/s72-c/DSC00928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-437483035497510651</id><published>2009-05-18T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:09:02.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Morn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShEViBEC9AI/AAAAAAAAABs/QX4kda0kztw/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337070707555890178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShEViBEC9AI/AAAAAAAAABs/QX4kda0kztw/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The engine roared up. Some could hear the wolf howling,in the quite peaceful dark. It was 3:30 in the morning when I headed towards the Jarawa Reserve Forest in Baratang.The original natives of Andaman and Nicobar Islands, commonly known as 'Jarawa', residing in the dense forests, separated from the 'cultured' society in a vivid world of thier own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-437483035497510651?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/437483035497510651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-morn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/437483035497510651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/437483035497510651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-morn.html' title='A New Morn'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/ShEViBEC9AI/AAAAAAAAABs/QX4kda0kztw/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-3336694223438290951</id><published>2009-05-17T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:04:39.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Meets The Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Reality' has been backstabbing my imagination and hitting me very hard.It is like a big wall where we bang our head every now and then and interestingly,though we get hurt every time, we cannot do much about this well cemented wall.I'm not trying to be a pessimist but sometimes, I wonder if my inner conscience is responsible the deeds that I have committed in the past and in a way ruining my Life. Since I'm growing up, and my brain is maturing too ( I guess!) so there is a strong guilt that ensures me to believe that I have surely done something wrong.The cause and the urge of those wrong deeds are hard to explain.Even I cannot give a proper satisfying, self encouraging explanation to myself.Many of you must be wondering that I'm am feeling depressed because of an unsuccessful love affair, or a recent breakup maybe.Right? Well, I'm neither depressed nor tormented from a recent breakup.It's just my mind asks questions and I'm unable to answer them and that's when I start finding answers.Also,let me tell you that I hate to be in relationships.I actually have disregard for those people who say 'I love you' at this age.I'm not a conservative but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do they even know what that actually means? These days,a boy meets a girl- fall in an imaginary,so called 'Love' -hang around for a month (or a year)- dumping session starts(for unlimited reasons)- breakup- lastly, they loathe each other-Move On-End of the story.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this stereotype thing and am sick of it so I prefer to be a single and enjoy my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;single hood&lt;/span&gt; as long as it can last.I also feel that if I'm in a relationship then it will be a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hindrance&lt;/span&gt; to my freedom.Anyways, so coming back to my topic, I am trying to find answers to the cause of those dark deeds of mine.Though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any clue whatsoever.I feel helpless.But just to remove that killing guilt of those deeds, I'm trying to do small good activities for everything and everybody in which I can contribute.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the day, I can give some self respect to myself in that way.&lt;br /&gt;By the way,I was busy like hell, since the day I made this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;profile so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; upload much.Hope to confuse you with my 'dark' and 'light' experiences.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~Raina or ~Stela, call me by the name you adore, my luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The only good is Knowledge and the only evil is Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-3336694223438290951?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/3336694223438290951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-meets-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3336694223438290951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/3336694223438290951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-meets-eyes.html' title='What Meets The Eyes.'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-4880764212162782010</id><published>2008-10-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:51:31.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stringless String</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lying in the corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a dim-litted room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far away from all the rickety argues and hues,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shy breeze has made its way through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the dusky shadow has eluded away too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blue moon rose above with all its might,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it wanted to reveal something very right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I chose to stay aloof from the glories of the night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I was lost in the envy of my own sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every string attached with my abyss of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I counted the pains and sorrows this night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every gayish bud of hope ,destroyed in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awakened by the dimissal of this hypocrite light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was unable to resolve this Stringless String called Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-4880764212162782010?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/4880764212162782010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/stringless-string.html#comment-form' 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type='text'>Friends=Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A regardless moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I make a confession to them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For which I repent&lt;br /&gt;A pat on my back, a hug on my shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which aided me instead&lt;br /&gt;They afforded to defend me in all prospects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which established my prosperity for them&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at them with a tear in my Eye,a shrill in my Voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They precised the mistake in me and made me puissant for the next time.&lt;br /&gt;A positive plunge in every plebeian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A versified lesson learnt each time&lt;br /&gt;They are a prudish puzzle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try not to solve them&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every authentic moment with them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I call Them My Messmates....My FRIENDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-710327525733772797?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/710327525733772797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendsforever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/710327525733772797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/710327525733772797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendsforever.html' title='Friends=Forever'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-7242745386068164200</id><published>2008-10-17T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:56:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Open Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SPjfr0iDOWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wVQVlyTAs0s/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258198508883884386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SPjfr0iDOWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wVQVlyTAs0s/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had fun clicking this picture&lt;br /&gt;This was an early morning snapshot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-7242745386068164200?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/7242745386068164200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7242745386068164200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7242745386068164200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-sky.html' title='The Open Sky'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SPjfr0iDOWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wVQVlyTAs0s/s72-c/DSC00127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-7068619268930770615</id><published>2008-10-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:37:36.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess Durga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SPja08WDJpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/u6FXbA2rMSs/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258193168041715346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSvIpRVjnU/SPja08WDJpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/u6FXbA2rMSs/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goddess Durga,Durga Puja-2008,straight from India :)&lt;br /&gt;A traditional Indian artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-7068619268930770615?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/7068619268930770615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/goddess-durga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/7068619268930770615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heads down,pens running&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he thinks that she is stunning&lt;br /&gt;The brevity in witnessing her beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The augury of catching her attention-he is greedy!!&lt;br /&gt;A slugish flow of emotions,ooze out ever again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those dark eyelined eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which have the dexterity to cause obfuscation again...&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are hindered when reality striked his head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few giggles are passed instead!&lt;br /&gt;A triumphant movement runs down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If she ever looks at him for a while&lt;br /&gt;Its a charitable charm,cheap and chaste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A celestial feeling,kept in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Will ther ever cojecture a connection between themselves?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will she be conscious of his feelings ever again?&lt;br /&gt;A coy boy is sitting looking at her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crafted with the cream of hers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am struggling to understand a trigonometric expression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he single mindedly looks at her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he saw an incarnation in the tuition!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-1693774361524405428?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/1693774361524405428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/match-made-in-tuition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/1693774361524405428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/1693774361524405428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/match-made-in-tuition.html' title='Match Made In Tuition'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-6490205303507627796</id><published>2008-10-17T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:27:27.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I touched a burning candle...Felt no pain to bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked out the window...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw a dead heart lying there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to cry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every tear seemed so frozen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I touched a warm soul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sences were cold to feel the warmth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I burried myself in the frozen frost lying near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-6490205303507627796?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/6490205303507627796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/frozen-frost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/6490205303507627796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/6490205303507627796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/frozen-frost.html' title='Frozen Frost'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-4895244650522794274</id><published>2008-10-17T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:08:22.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Make It Alright&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Make You Cry&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Condense You From Inside&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Revive A Lost Feeling,Very Fine&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Change A Beast Into A Beauty&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Yearn For Something More&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Stitch A Striking Dream&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Make You Smile&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Enfeeble Your Emotions&lt;br /&gt;A Four Letter Word Can Influence You So Much,That You Will Treasure To Say " A Four Letter Word changed My Life Like This...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              -LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-4895244650522794274?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/feeds/4895244650522794274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/four-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4895244650522794274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106362437812810468/posts/default/4895244650522794274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zigress.blogspot.com/2008/10/four-letter-word.html' title='A Four Letter Word'/><author><name>Stela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482450416186718834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-2515972545213223188</id><published>2008-10-17T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:46:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caress Vanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This striking nightI looked up at the sky and cried...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a yearned pleasure which was enchanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a feeble mind but soon was granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moonlight shone all over,accompanying me for the cold night ahead&lt;br /&gt;Soon the little angels flew all over again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indicating that he had come tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tenderly he held my hand again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And whispered,"As long as the stars twinkle in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as the angles fly up high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till the oceans run dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the day I close my eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be mine,only mine..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106362437812810468-2515972545213223188?l=zigress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ptHQrU94Nk/TiXI54QhFFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BZjAGoklV0E/s220/DSC03861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106362437812810468.post-6177928687276415278</id><published>2008-10-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:26:47.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abjure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont remember how I got to know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I do remember the kindergarden swings we rode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our mom's were the bestest of friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the same idea stuck our little heads!&lt;br /&gt;We were half tickets at that time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun filled evenings is what we aspired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Collision of thoughts became a 'part time job' now and then!&lt;br /&gt;Maturity had not touched us so far..Still I remember the day of having an "agreement" of having "No War" !!&lt;br /&gt;But one day a melancholy song ,you sang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An uphill task it was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will I be able to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders like that?&lt;br /&gt;Now 7 whole years have eluded away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And today,wreth of emotions are ringed again.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel the vane moving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indicating,you are not going today...&lt;br /&gt;Bridle our emotions when you'll be going away,in reality..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets win the laurels,together..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just before this sweet entity..ends again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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