<?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-5516967699275061860</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:51:26.926-07:00</updated><category term='Life is all about....'/><category term='Summne Shenga-My group'/><category term='What is LOVE??'/><title type='text'>Read meeeeeee</title><subtitle type='html'>Sudheer Kottal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-8695477028327026066</id><published>2011-07-05T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:56:23.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life`s simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hiiii&lt;/em&gt;... After a long break finally feeling like posting something in my blog. Well, the last post was way back in jan 2009!! Does it mean life in IT is too damn hectic ? Or does it rather indicate the existence of much more "fun" things to do, rather than sit down and fill in ur own blog....Which makes me wonder... Was it that no one responded for my blogs ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see why people write blogs and fill regularly..and most of the bloggers are IT people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answers very simple as we IT people all they've got is this screwed up PC in front of us,with an unlimited internet connection, and they're paid to stay right in front of the PC.&lt;br /&gt;So what do they do? Blog Away!! Don't worry... It's made some ppl more famous than they'd have been the conventional way.&lt;/em&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a hell of mails asking for my crush part-2 but that just didnt happened due to some activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking on many things in my life I came across this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Isn’t the word simply beautiful?&lt;/em&gt; The most loved and requisite things in life are ones that are most simple and mundane. With such perfection and ease they have blended themselves into us that their existences do not stand out. And that is where the beauty lies. The beauty to behold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you need that something special in you to so conveniently encompass everything around you, with nothing but your aura. And not all are blessed enough to be clichés. When people around say, they are after ‘unique’, I proudly declare that I love clichés.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings in every form are a cliché. Be it associated with love or hatred. What makes a woman so unique? Her ability to womb in clichés in all their shades and density. Her effortless supremacy to encompass the life around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;. Don’t I? So what our ways seem oft repeated. You don’t have to show your love by writing my name on the moon by sticking stars. &lt;em&gt;Just hug me. Don’t say a word. Remember! I can decode your heartbeats&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple things are the best and obviously the most beautiful ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-8695477028327026066?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8695477028327026066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=8695477028327026066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/8695477028327026066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/8695477028327026066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-simple.html' title='Life`s simple'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-2831305065382491108</id><published>2009-01-24T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:45:51.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crush</title><content type='html'>As I rewind back to those wonderful days of my college life I usually get stuck there, with so many beautiful moments aroused in me. The unforgettable one is about my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRUSH&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Noticing our first crush is an exciting time in life because we are beginning to understand how it feels, to like another person. When we see our crush, a part of us might feel embarrassed and we might want to run away and hide. Another part of us might imagine our crush noticing us and sharing the same feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we choose our crush?? They just sneak up on us and — wow — who was that? Crush can be a classmate, a neighbor, our best friend’s friend, an older kid, a friend of our brother or sister, a sister or brother of a friend, or a teacher at our school or may be someone at our office. Crushes are new and exciting, so enjoy them while they last. Someday, we all might be telling our own kids about our first crush! Let me share a beautiful feeling of my life which can never slip off my mind in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;I completed my engineering a long time back but it always feels like yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEC 2004, I was in my seventh semester, masti was at its peak and I was going through the best phase of my life. We had a campus recruit in 6th SEM, luckily I got through and it meant I could enjoy the remaining days of college at the best. During that time some special friends walked into my life, some came for a season and some for lifetime. When I am talk of this phase in my life it would be wrong if I don't talk about my special friend Pranata. I have spoken about the others in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Summne Shenga&lt;/span&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pranata &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;– A very cute adorable darling friend of mine, she is a caring person and she believes in helping others even when she is in trouble. She's been a good friend, lifting my spirits in times when I needed consolation which has helped me to be what I am today ;). She has been a great support in my life and she is a tender hearted person who is always there to hear me. I got to know her late into my life but she has been a great friend.  Pranata used to stay very near to my room with her aunty and a roommate (Chandana) who was a junior to us. I and Pranata used to study together for internals and semester exams. She was too intelligent and used to help me a lot in my studies.&lt;br /&gt; It was a cool breezy evening in Dec and my friends might know the chillness of BGM in that season. I was in Pranata`s room sitting on her roomie’s (Chandana) PC listening to songs, At this moment Chandana walked into the room accompanied by 2 of her friends. She introduced me to the new faces and I went out to the hall so that her friends can feel comfortable. [Actually I was feeling uncomfortable with so many girls in that room] Pranata walked out to accompany me and we were watching a TV show which was really boring. I was just looking around and suddenly my eyes stopped at this girl to whom I was introduced some moments back. Uff she was so cute and innocent. Her silky hair was so shiny and beautiful like the moon light on a lake. The bindi on her face was showing her tradition and she was from a well cultured family. She didn’t have any ornaments but was looking gorgeous. She was fair and the yellow salwar with a white dupatta was adorning her gracefully. Her smile was so intoxicative that I just got lost into a world of my own. At that moment she was looked the most beautiful woman on the earth. I was just clean bowled and was very eager to know more about her. Suddenly in that excitement I just was not able to recall her name. Can you all believe that I forget her name? Oh God that moment I just felt like I am sitting on the hot seat in KBC and forgot the answer for the final question of 2 crores. Indeed it was a great moment. I didn’t wanted to ask Pranata as I knew she gonna pull my leg. I got a call and had to leave at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;I had some work and I totally forgot about that moment to tell or discuss with anyone after that. One day when I was with Pranata I just asked her about those girls and she didn’t understand about whom I was speaking. Then she called Chandana, who too didn’t get about whom I was enquiring. Then I asked her describing the innocent cute girl with that yellow salwar and silky hair. The manner in which I asked them raised questions in their mind and I realized that I was going to have a very difficult time ahead. I am a very shy person who never pulls anyone’s leg or irritates but people aren’t the same all around. What you say guys?? Sometimes being so silent and soft turns to be your own enemy. You might or might not want to tell other people who your crush is. It can be fun to talk with friends about it, but sometimes friends tease you like hell. Getting teased is never fun, and I was sure that I would be getting a good taste in coming days. &lt;br /&gt;From that day whenever I used to pull Pranata or Chandana`s leg they used to tease me with her name. This was just the beginning of the story. I didn’t see her again for long time. she was my junior but I didn't see her for next 2 months. In my final semester second internals time I and Pranata were studying in her room. We both had good score in first internal, we did not have much pressure so were just doing lots of fun and a little study. Chandana came with a book in her hand to ask a doubt from her room. Pranata was clever enough to put it on my head. She had a doubt on computer organization subject which I had never read in my life. Pranata always has this quality of pushing her head ache to me (Just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;I just glanced through the book and felt it wasn’t too tough a topic to explain. Then I asked Chandana to sit so that I could explain it to her. Then she told that she has a friend in her room and I should be explaining both of them. Without thinking much I got up and went to her room. Now what would have happened next I shall not explain as anyways you all might have guessed it right? Her friend who was in Chandana room was none other then my Crush. My heart was racing whenever she looked at me. Nothing came out right when she was listening and I was speechless. There were butterflies in my stomach and I was sweating in my palms and face turned red. She was looking as pretty as a field of spring flowers. All of sudden my eyes fell on those mesmerizing eyes which led to a chemical reaction between my heart and brain. Oh god she was so lovely with those deep beautiful eyes which seemed to be pacific blue in which I was waiting for years to get drowned. When I was near her my heart was beating aloud such that I wasn’t able to hear myself. I have never been so nervous, not even while writing my CAT exam. I just don't know what I stammered sitting in front of her. I was so shy that I even couldn’t lift my face to see her. It was one of those moments in my life which can’t erase. As soon as I completed my lecture I ran out of the room and drank 2 glass of water. It was really good fun for Pranata and Chandana who knew what was happening to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later …. What happened later?? Who actually is the girl? Is she still in my life? Did I talk to her and tell my feelings? Did she talk to me? Or was it like any other crush which was forgotten after ENGG?? I shall update you all with the answers in my next blog article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Crushes are addictive - they make life exciting, and give you hope and focus. This is why we let ourselves make the same mistakes over and over again, it is the thrill of the chase, except you are being more of a loiter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-2831305065382491108?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2831305065382491108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=2831305065382491108' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/2831305065382491108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/2831305065382491108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-crush.html' title='My Crush'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-5748499420654484720</id><published>2009-01-20T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:52:43.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is all about....'/><title type='text'>People walk into your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People walk into your life for a reason&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. As I continue with my Life goes on and so do people thoughts I always feel that whatever has happened is always for the good to come. The way I think might be odd but its true that we shouldn’t regret that a relation or period got over in our life and we should always be happy that it at least happened.&lt;br /&gt;When someone walks into our life for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which may be of ours or theirs which wants some help to get completed. These people are those who come into our life when we are going through a rough patch and we need support and assistance. As soon as the reason gets over we tend to move away from these people. With or without a reason they or we walk away from that relationship. &lt;br /&gt;When someone walks into our life for a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;season &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it means these people are like our colleagues or neighbors. They are our support and help us to share learn and understand life. They may teach us something we have never done. They usually give us an unbelievable amount of joy. As time goes on we move on. Those people will be there always but we get busy with our own commitments.&lt;br /&gt;Some people walk in to our life for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. These are those to whom we are emotionally attached and find joy in every work of theirs. They make you laugh and cry but they never go out of our life. These people are the ones who hurt us the most but our relation with them never gets weakened. These people and relationships are for lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life must be understood backward. But it must be lived forward. Such a simple and true thought isn’t it?? Sometimes we all feel that we are alone in a crowd. Being surrounded by hundreds of friends and well wishers we still feel that no one is there for any. All are selfish and we should not expect anything from anyone as it hurts most. But do we stop expecting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought over these questions below anytime in your life...&lt;br /&gt;Why it happens we cannot express ourselves at most decisive moments of Life??&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we feel lonely even when surrounded by Crowd?&lt;br /&gt;Why it happens Best of Friends become Strangers in moments of despair?&lt;br /&gt;Why It Happen we lead ourselves into in Life situations for which we do not have any answer? &lt;br /&gt;Why we lead ourselves into sadness in search of Happiness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;silence &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the answer for the questions in our life? Silence usually defined as an absence of speech or noise. Does silence defines inaction? Silence necessarily doesn’t mean inaction not it’s a failure to communicate. . It can, in fact, be powerful form of communication. A proverb says Speak is silver and Silence is gold. The most powerful form of communication in a relation is silence. Don't you all feel??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t have problems in life?? Are we the only ones facing troubles and difficulties? The best way to tackle those is to smile over these. I have just learned an important thing in my life i.e. Learn to digest whatever comes your way and accept life and say to yourself that it’s the best thing which could have happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Keep your smile in the difficult situations and then see how life will start smiling at you&lt;/span&gt;. If we smile then people around you will smile and they will be happy to see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Life smiling at you and laughing at you are two different aspects of life. So let’s make life smile at you and not laugh at us &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-5748499420654484720?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5748499420654484720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=5748499420654484720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/5748499420654484720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/5748499420654484720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-walk-into-your-life-for-reason.html' title='People walk into your life'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-1205484462924401100</id><published>2009-01-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:49:48.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on and so do people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life goes on and so do people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… So hard but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj bhi jab woh pal mujhko yaad aate hain &lt;br /&gt;Dil se saare gumo ko bhoola jate hai &lt;br /&gt;Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaate hai &lt;br /&gt;Beete lambhein humein jab bhi yaad aate hai……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We meet many and we depart and that’s part of life and then why we get depressed and cry over that. We should be happy that it at least happened and god will give you another special person in your life. Just think if that X didn’t go out of life then how come the Y would have come. We would have been so engrossed in that X and would never value the Y which came into our life. Why should we think about the X who went out of life without thinking about you? Does our life is all about that single person and aren’t you were happy before that person knocked into your life?? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keys U &amp; I are together on the keyboard but sadly not always there in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Is life as easy as what I am saying here? Life doesn’t seem to be as easy as it seems and it is not difficult at all. They say that when your time is right then if you touch mud it turns into gold and when your bad luck is around its like walking on an escalator which is going the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is life just a dream, from which we never really awake, or are we submerged by our feelings, by our loves and hates, by our ideas of good, bad, beautiful, and awful? Have you ever given a thought to this?? Hmm may be too busy in your life that you never felt, you should give a thought about such things. Love gives meaning to our lives – as do friendship. These are factors of true happiness, of inner peace, of feelings of harmony, allowing meaning to our existence.  In life love friendship or any relation are measured not by time but by the intensity of the feelings. If you say that you are too busy in your life to think about those things that means you are running away from yours responsibilities. In short I can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“It's not so much how busy you are, but why you are busy. The bee is praised. The mosquito is swatted.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-1205484462924401100?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1205484462924401100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=1205484462924401100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/1205484462924401100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/1205484462924401100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-goes-on-and-so-do-people-so-hard.html' title='Life goes on and so do people'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-7646453108354352307</id><published>2008-07-09T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:53:10.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>It was a boring weekend.. I was sitting alone in my room as all my roommates were out for shopping. I was lying on my bed reading a novel “The 3 mistakes of my life” by Chetan Bhagat. I had just started to read the novel and heard someone knocking on my door. It was my neighbour who had come to return my MP3 player. The weather was very cool and calm.So I decided to sit outside for a while. It was around 6 in evening with dark clouds surrounded and there was a nice breeze which was very pleasant. I put on my headphones of mp3 player and started playing FM. The first song “Woh lamhe woh raatein koi na jaane.. Woh bheegi bheegi yaadein..” was playing. This is actually my favorite song not only because of its music or lyrics but also as it carries a lot of memories with it. This was the song which my gang in college used to sing a lot standing in the corridors of the college and cafeteria. As this song was being played, in the background the rain drops started falling from heaven. The clouds became thicker making my heart even more heavier. As the raindrops kissed the earth, the lovely breeze still blowing , I saw some birds frisking ,flirting, flocking and playing pranks with each other.But I was finding myself alone all of a sudden. I couldn't resist myself from shedding a tear or two..Tears from the eyes of a guy, huh !  Memories have the power to convert a rock hard heart to a wax model :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It was raining more heavily and by the time I realized it I was almost drenched . I got inside my home, changed myself into clean , dry clothes and prepared a hot cup of tea. Having tea sitting beside the window when its raining heavily is  really a treat in itself. I sat beside the window watching those raindrops falling with a constant speed. This calmness around me except for the sound of the rain created a hysteric mood and I strolled back in the lanes of my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to college life always seems like a dream now.When i was in college I always thought "When shall i get out of here" but after that I always regretted that it got over so soon:) Chood aayein hum woh galiyan..Many thoughts were coming back in my mind as i sailed back to Belgaum(Where I did my Engg) life.The time I had in cafeteria, those evening walks to RPD, college corridors, chidambarnagar temples and wahan ke galiyan,those so called study hours in the library which always helped us to keep ourselves updated about the subjects and also update our database about juniors who had joined recently(specially girls), those internals and  last moment studies sitting in cafe(Thanks to Sulabha &amp; Pranata),those copying of assignments and journals(mainly from mine) and asking our lectures to extend submission dates after dates..Those maskofying(pestering) our seniors for notes, journals and project ideas..Those late night discussion with my friends and that too just before the exam. Those horrible food in the Mess but those memorable moments discussing political topics which had no meaning to our lives but winning those discussion always meant more then winning world cup.Those evenings with my friends at Sai Mandir and after those  dinners at Rahul's where a big fight between the boys was a sure thing to happen..Those discussions at Rahools on those philosophical topics, listening to them I always got confused whether I was sitting with Shakesphere,Shri Shri Shri Ravi Shankar or my dear friends(Ashi and Ash were the best).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half puri bhaji and single idli/vada at AMOL and parotas at Mandar and noodles at Popeyes..&lt;br /&gt;Those late night study which included more of debates and fights rather then studies and mainly with Mandy and his favorite dialogue "En shiva en bhare khatayathi la"..Those morning classes at 8 which I never attended on time(But I never bunked one;) My project which never seemed to get completed and my HOD(guide for both my projects , 6th semester and 8th semester) had always faith that we are gonna do it.. During both my projects i struggled a hell lots sitting in the lab and making my lecturers also stay late because of me and I am really thankful to both Basu Sir(s) for the encouragement and help that they had lent. It was really a big factor in my life.."Jhaak marroo", "En ree artha aiythoo ello" ,"SOO" ,"Noo","my current flows in my diode" how can anyone forget this and also "This is Smith chart and this is green in colour" and the best one"keep silence and dont disturb the previous classes"..and also our favourite lecturer who allowed us to play anthakshri in class and said in staff room "Oops it was very tiresome to take continuous classes"..Hmm .And having the same intitals(Name) as of your lecturers is very dangerous:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Those campus and exam days where sleeping was a crime but it never meant we worked so much. Those walks in RPD before internals or semester exams seemed to be more fun than after exams .Lab exams where output seemed to be like God stepping down to earth.I still remember that 8th semester Project Demo which me and Prassana gave at HOD`s place at 11 pm .And also nice blast we got for it at that time. Remembering project,  I always remember paapu and me being caught by our HOD at night 10 when we were out for shopping for my project circuit ICs and it got late by the time we stepped out of a restaurant after dinner.Hmmm...After that a nice blast she got from HOD :)(Luckily I escaped) I remember Nishit-Abhi-Imran's place where we did so much of "haala gulla" and that their favourite song "Roadeg elli radhika" .. .Paapu`s place where I had some best memorable moments,really unforgettable...Pannu`s place where me, Gul had some great time. Mandar`s home was the first home in BGM for me and cant forget those dishes which aunty prepared just for me with so much of love. Sunya`s girlfriend(his car) and Vijju's lunch box are cheerishable things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those outings at Gurukrupa,Sandesh,Udaybhavan,Celebrations,Top in town..etc, *(Write it from shenga mail) The long walks on highway and Military Mahadev temple garden to rest and went out our frustartion in life..Those tears and strong shoulders which lent us support and helped us to grow stronger. Remembering that class trip to hidkal makes me laugh about myself and those Fresher's Day and Send-off parties make me numb for a while. "e&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;k pal mein kya se kya hua tujse judha ho ke mujse judha bhi ho gaya..yaad teri aaye &lt;/span&gt;" Miss u all..&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;As i just went on remembering, many more moments got rewinded in my mind and It got stuck in a special moment when my memories passed by those mesmerizing eyes..College a place for teenagers and many beautiful things happen in that phase of life. My very good friend Prasanna says that Life is all about living through all phases and enjoying each one of it. Many of us might think it that i am speaking about Love.You all might say "Aree iss saale ko love ke aallava aur kuch aatha hai ki nahi". I am not speaking about love but yes a differnet phase of love...Its not infactuation also...But its that which happens to all at many times with many people..In this phase nothing comes into consideration and believe me its best experience and feeling one should definetly have experienced.Its nothing else but CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush-hmm we never take those serious but actually its one of the best feelings which doesn't have sorrow tag to it. We never fight nor have misunderstanding with that person as we never go further and talk to that person.Those moments are always a pleasure and have so much happiness remembering them.I remember asking a friend about his crush in college and he was so shy to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;Many People around us don't want to accept this truth that they had a crush, but believe me friends, everyone of us will have had a crush one or the other time in life time.Crush is not starting point for love nor friendship.According to me its a feeling towards a person who may be of any age and you may know them or many times it happens that we do not have any idea about them. Standing in a bus stop waiting for a friend or a bus to arrive and you see someone very cute and beautiful and a first look at that person attracts you towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hear people saying I am so unluckily that I never had any crush nor love..Hmm , i dont know why people run away from truth and accepting the fact. In college ,my friends always used to sing "Jab bhi koi ladki dekhu mera dil diwana bole ole ole.."Those days in college where we didnt have much responsibility and our eyes always looked for some thing beautiful and always had their hear beat for some else ..U may be not in love with anyone but you cant escape from having a crush with someone or the other.. Remembering those college days and moments in cafeteria,library, may be in class or in labs whenever you saw her you always blushed and turned red.. Eyes always looking for him/her in huge crowd of people in canteen or library. Always a look of her/him made ur sorrows flew away within seconds.Hearing her name always made your lips go wider. Trying to do the impossible just for getting a glimpse for her. When it came to talking to that person it always seemed to be mission impossible..If any situation came and your friend introduced her/him to you , obviously it made you sweat in AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Have you all heard about that song "Ankhein khuli ho ya hoo band deedar.... "Kuch waissa hi halahat hamara bhi hota tha..u all know know why people sleep less during college, parents think their child might be working so hard to do well in academics but who will tell them that their child is having sleepless nights coz always a thought of his/her always lingered in their mind. You never spoke to her but always kept in touch with her daily routines.. about what she does and what she likes,what she hates and so on...her parents also never thought of her so much..Seeeing her dull/sad or tears in her eyes made you weep for her.Seeing her happy with someone always created a metabolic disfunction creating too much of acidity in ur mind and body.Her eyes always seemed like a pacific blue in which you always wanted to get drowned.. Seeing a romantic movie you always forgot the hero and heroine as U always replaced them with urself and her in those places.(Oops these actors also are too dramatical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about crush and that too in college always doesnt mean she is your classmate.she is never ur best friend as crush doesn't happen on best friend. In college we always seem that all beautiful girls are else where other than our class or college.I remember saying all beautiful girls are not from our generation, they are mostly our seniors or juniors :) Always a senior looks so matured sensible and lovely and her looks makes you drop ur sense and oops!! her smile made us crazy. A junior always seemed so innocent, cute like a kid who doesn't know anything about cruelty in life. Most of the guys have a crush on a senior more then their batchmates or juniors.Does it all mean that guys are only crazy like this and girls don't fell such things.. Hmmm, then you are completely wrong, as girls have higher percentage of crushes than guys,&lt;br /&gt;My experience says that girl's crushes are majorily on seniors and mainly on some youthful and handsome lecturers. Hey Sir, don't be surprised , Yes I am speaking about you only..My batch had all young tall and handsome lecturers teaching us and very lovely cute Madams.(Sorry Sirs/Mams hope you don't get angry with me:)) Majority of my friends(girls) in my class had a note of all the shirts my lecturers wore and which made him look cool.&lt;br /&gt;Guys always had a huge  crush on Mams(Thats why almost everyone had 100% attendance) Girls always had a crush on those lecturer who was friendly tall and also shy...Going further If i speak about lecturer's crush on students/Mams it would create some controversy , so let me stop  here:) Sir I haven't taken ur name:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm after thinking over this topic a lot, I remembered My rose day in 8th semester and the rose which I took for that crush dried but the fragrance reached her after sometime..Rose may have dried but still the fragrance was let near her..Before those moments about her surrounded me there was a great thunder and which abruptly stopped my thought process.I landed in my present within no time..Hmmm what a life it was where I use to rule my life and now being self sufficient , settled in my life , my Life rules me:) .&lt;br /&gt;I Shall continue with my first crush of college in later section..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-7646453108354352307?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7646453108354352307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=7646453108354352307' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/7646453108354352307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/7646453108354352307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-3637850263319820496</id><published>2008-06-14T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:11:36.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summne Shenga-My group'/><title type='text'>Summne Shenga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-Mn73-P-n0/SFX0pyds53I/AAAAAAAABQQ/Nps-98a0Wiw/s1600-h/Shenga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-Mn73-P-n0/SFX0pyds53I/AAAAAAAABQQ/Nps-98a0Wiw/s320/Shenga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212341142509381490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Summne Shenga&lt;/span&gt;- The phrase or the name may seem weird or funny to many.. In English it means  Simply timepass (Shenga means groundnuts) :) This is my gang and it is as lively and funny as it sounds. Its really one of the most joyful group which anyone can ever come across. I am very much proud to be one of the co-founder and to be a part of such lovely group which has given a new dimension to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is one of the true relationship which everyone cherish to have in their life. Friendship never complains of anything. It always grow with understanding and the trust between the individuals. After our Engg we all joined different software companies and got scattered through out South India. As all of us were now moved into different places , (bangalore, chennai and mysore), so very rarely we used to get time to meet and share our thoughts and feelings or to do masti(fun).So, the thought in all our minds was "How do we keep in touch and  make this friendship grow?". It was a thought everyone had, but our dude Mr Kashi alias Chota don came up with this idea of having a distribution list.  We coined our Distribution list  as "Summne Shenga" and it was a tremendous success. We used "Summne Shenga" to keep our friends aware with whatever was happening in our personal/professional life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summne shenga is a group formed by intellectually brilliant group of  people.&lt;br /&gt;The group comprises of members namely MR.Vijay Zalaki [Don/Kashi], MR.Sunil Kerappanvar[Sunya], MR.Prasanna Hegde[Pachi],Mr.Mandar Kunte[Mandy/Hajam], Miss.Akshata Shanbhag[Paapu], Mrs.Sulabha Bhat[Dummy/Safari] and myself i.e Sudheer Kottal(LG meaning Love Guru).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this thought dates back to our college days again when we all used to sit in canteen and do timepass.&lt;br /&gt;On one such beautiful and leisurely day , our dear Hajam(Mandy) and LG(Sudheer) said "Come to canteen and lets do shenga".&lt;br /&gt;Utilising this word exactly when we were in need , Kashi coined the name for our  Distribution list  as "Summne Shenga" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shenga group grew a little larger as days passed by.&lt;br /&gt;We brought people with same frequency and attitude in to our group. Guru came into shenga and was one of the active members until sometime back. Later Ishrat[Begum] and Shubha[KBKJ] were introduced into the group. They were truly an asset to the group and the fun in pulling their legs was a usual humourous activity that every Shenga memeber followed like a ritual. Some great words coined were "Talamala madkobeda", "Avra/Nanna marji appa" , "TGIF(thank god its friday)", "Sandharbha bandaga helteevi" and the list goes on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a specific funny incident that has triggered the special nick names for each of the members too.  You need to join us to know the details nad be aware and be prepared to expect the statement "Sandharbha bandaga helteevi" , if you ask us suddenly about these details.&lt;br /&gt;Making fun and inventing fun in everything you see/feel is the basic goal/motto of "Summne Shenga". So there is no room for people who get annoyed /sad etc etc at small pranks and mischiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after sometime some people(Begum and KBKJ) could not continue as members of the group due to understandable reasons. Also , some of the members(whom i shall not mention the name here)  in our gang became extinct  but still we the co-founders are clinging to the group and carrying on really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members have come through different phases in life and are moving in and out of these phases currently. &lt;br /&gt;Lot more to be done and we will keep up the spirit of shenga alive at all costs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;War goes on even with blood shedded, dropped swords,&lt;br /&gt;Its just end of a page, I am still not out of words !!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-3637850263319820496?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3637850263319820496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=3637850263319820496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/3637850263319820496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/3637850263319820496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/summne-shenga.html' title='Summne Shenga'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-Mn73-P-n0/SFX0pyds53I/AAAAAAAABQQ/Nps-98a0Wiw/s72-c/Shenga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-5036936995193183497</id><published>2007-11-30T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:46:55.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is LOVE??'/><title type='text'>Why do we love, when it’s ought to hurt in the end?</title><content type='html'>How do you know it will hurt in the end ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By loving you show care, show support and understanding ,express the feeling of belongingness&lt;br /&gt;which is all one wants when he is alive ,flesh and blood .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its human nature to want good things, to be happy and smile,to be loved .&lt;br /&gt;You may have success (it also depends on individual view point), you may have wealth,you may be most popular person around,&lt;br /&gt;but without a loving person to share that happiness of being successful, being wealthy etc  everything else&lt;br /&gt;you have will seem incomplete.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You may have hundreds of reason to fight and live alone but you have only one reason to be together and feel being cared, being secure&lt;br /&gt;being loved -- LOVE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As a child you look for love and support from your parents , you are happy when you are prasied, encouraged and&lt;br /&gt;also corrected when you go wrong.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up you look for similar love in your life partner .You look for a person to share your worries,sooth you and&lt;br /&gt;do things for you like your mother/father once did.&lt;br /&gt;You are happy when your wife/husband tells 'Dear, dont worry,we'll sort out things together. I love you".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you grow old and know your end is near , you want you are happy&lt;br /&gt;when your child sits beside you and say "dad,mom i am there for you, I love you"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its just that single moment that brings smile on your face, content in your heart that makes you want to&lt;br /&gt;love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why say love hurts in the end ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-5036936995193183497?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5036936995193183497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=5036936995193183497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/5036936995193183497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/5036936995193183497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-do-we-love-when-its-ought-to-hurt_30.html' title='Why do we love, when it’s ought to hurt in the end?'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-2247718366153454043</id><published>2007-11-30T02:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:46:55.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is LOVE??'/><title type='text'>Why is love so beautiful, when the pain is more severe?</title><content type='html'>Man never realises the good time, the beauty of love when it is actually happening to him.&lt;br /&gt;He never bothers to appreciate love when it is being given to him .&lt;br /&gt;He realises it when he loses it , when he is wanting it back.&lt;br /&gt;Hence love seems short lived and vansihing but pain seems to be&lt;br /&gt;everlasting and severe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-2247718366153454043?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2247718366153454043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=2247718366153454043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/2247718366153454043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/2247718366153454043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-is-love-so-beautiful-when-pain-is_30.html' title='Why is love so beautiful, when the pain is more severe?'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-9005508793308252814</id><published>2007-11-30T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:46:55.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is LOVE??'/><title type='text'>Why is eternal love so tough to achieve?</title><content type='html'>We keep fantasising that Love should be unconditional, should be undemanding etc but forget that&lt;br /&gt;it is human to err, to expect , to want for more .&lt;br /&gt;We expect things from the person we love which we forget to give him ourselves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We neglect the feelings the other person expresses with truth and purity at heart&lt;br /&gt; but only look at the things which he/she did not do for us .&lt;br /&gt; We keep thinking of what did the other person do for us rather than thinking&lt;br /&gt; how better could have been with him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So eternal love seems far fetched .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-9005508793308252814?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9005508793308252814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=9005508793308252814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/9005508793308252814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/9005508793308252814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-is-eternal-love-so-tough-to-achieve_30.html' title='Why is eternal love so tough to achieve?'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-6528060682955127251</id><published>2007-11-30T02:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:46:55.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is LOVE??'/><title type='text'>Why does happiness always come with sorrow tugging behind?</title><content type='html'>To keep you excelling in whatever you do. To give a reason to fight, to give the happiness of achievement to you&lt;br /&gt;and to keep you going .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-6528060682955127251?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6528060682955127251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=6528060682955127251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/6528060682955127251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/6528060682955127251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-does-happiness-always-come-with_30.html' title='Why does happiness always come with sorrow tugging behind?'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-2299475235597001112</id><published>2007-11-30T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:46:55.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is LOVE??'/><title type='text'>Why isn’t there some magical remedy to make the pain vanish?</title><content type='html'>Then there should be something magical to make happiness vansih too. Balance is the truth of nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-2299475235597001112?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2299475235597001112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=2299475235597001112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/2299475235597001112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/2299475235597001112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-isnt-there-some-magical-remedy-to_30.html' title='Why isn’t there some magical remedy to make the pain vanish?'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-936341425074487954</id><published>2007-11-29T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:46:55.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is LOVE??'/><title type='text'>Why can love not be "forever"?</title><content type='html'>It is. You may not be able to live with the person all your life, may even depart forever,&lt;br /&gt;but the love he/she had given to you remains with you.&lt;br /&gt;You may have left behind a good old school friend, does he/she complain "why love is not forever ?".&lt;br /&gt;No right, life moves on. So do we..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-936341425074487954?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/936341425074487954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=936341425074487954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/936341425074487954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/936341425074487954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-can-love-not-be-forever.html' title='Why can love not be &quot;forever&quot;?'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-8299250189783459185</id><published>2007-08-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:05:17.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is all about....'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>Just exactly as if you are landing a spaceship from another galaxy, your soul enters your body and lands here on Earth. Perhaps you come from out of nowhere,out of nothingness. Or else you had a previous existence somewhere, in another realm or in this realm,and you have forgotten it. Perhaps you land here of your own free choice. Or some cosmic force some karma beyond you causes you to land on this planet; and you have no choice. No matter this is Earth. You land and stay for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You come here to do certain  specific things. You may have one task  or many. Your tasks may be obvious to you. or you may need time,effort,maybe struggle even to clarify your tasks. You may never quite even clarify your task  until the moment your time in this body ends. You may work on your task for years before you realize,“This is my task.”The tasks you came to perform may take the whole of your life or be done in an instant. You may be aware you are performing your life task while you do it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of your experiences will be difficult.They will bring you pain and suffering. You may wish with all your heart that some experience did not come your way. You may find joy in the challenge of an experience, even when the pain  is most severe. Each difficult experience is a challenge, an opportunity to continue. You will have the experience of choosing or selecting. More than one viable option will lie before you. You will experience weighing the advantages and disadvantages of each, as best you can. You will perceive yourself picking one and letting go of the other. Some experiences of deciding will be very difficult;others scarcely worth noting. Your decisions will have consequences. &lt;br /&gt;The consequences of a choice may be significant or trivial. You will experience a process of  change in yourself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-8299250189783459185?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8299250189783459185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=8299250189783459185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/8299250189783459185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/8299250189783459185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-3280935437544394085</id><published>2007-08-10T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:31:56.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This world seems beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful because of you&lt;br /&gt;My dreams have come true&lt;br /&gt;Come true because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream was my imagination&lt;br /&gt;My imagination was you&lt;br /&gt;I got more than I imagined&lt;br /&gt;I imagined less than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Very beautiful are you&lt;br /&gt;Others dream of heaven&lt;br /&gt;My heaven is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;Who loves me is you&lt;br /&gt;I imagined someone to care&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for me is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams changed into reality&lt;br /&gt;That reality is you&lt;br /&gt;For now I promise&lt;br /&gt;Forever I LOVE YOU&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-3280935437544394085?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3280935437544394085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=3280935437544394085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/3280935437544394085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/3280935437544394085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-my-sweetheart.html' title='For my sweetheart'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-3004285428062223283</id><published>2007-07-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:52:18.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Everyone Loves and everyone knows what is that..But still many are so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;with how to describe or how to describe it..Lets try to define love in many possible ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;May be u all agree or may not, but u can always post a comment to help me to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;my view.This is my try to build a blog of my own so don't have a good idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If any suggestions ,Its always welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart&lt;br /&gt;        which weakens the brain,causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow,&lt;br /&gt;        blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-3004285428062223283?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3004285428062223283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=3004285428062223283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/3004285428062223283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/3004285428062223283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi_05.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516967699275061860.post-8342636678677943077</id><published>2007-07-05T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:57:11.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Everyone have friends..and that too many.But some strike our heart and change our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;They become a integral part of our life.We share all our sorrows  and happiness with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Out of all one is so close and you become so dependent on him.Suddenly one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;due to some unavoidable things HE/SHE goes out of our lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had to let a good friend go,&lt;br /&gt;even though I never thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lasting friendship I thought we made,&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories just start to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted a friendship that was given to me,&lt;br /&gt;Now I look back and regret what I now can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never trusted the friendship we had,&lt;br /&gt;Now I must go on alone and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I cared she'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault for having to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to say or do,&lt;br /&gt;She's given up...and I must too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516967699275061860-8342636678677943077?l=sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8342636678677943077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516967699275061860&amp;postID=8342636678677943077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/8342636678677943077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516967699275061860/posts/default/8342636678677943077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudheerwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi.html' title='Lost Friendship'/><author><name>Sudheer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282182219047833241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
