tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329081322024-02-07T10:49:40.226+05:30.....melting into oblivion.....The source of all power is the world within, the Universal fountain of supply, the Infinite energy of each individual is an outlet.Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-79045167867761749852019-07-15T09:43:00.003+05:302019-09-12T14:46:11.996+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGilPso6QTLeJ9tvGDUbX0fF4flvj5HKe7NDCuTgALeJYKtfcrsE9MlkMZNFIL_cl35nP7ToBRMwzqErwWguPyhhpopfUq84yriITETd-lfpeOYFh6E6f6r-sy9Vvwk6CZlwMS/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGilPso6QTLeJ9tvGDUbX0fF4flvj5HKe7NDCuTgALeJYKtfcrsE9MlkMZNFIL_cl35nP7ToBRMwzqErwWguPyhhpopfUq84yriITETd-lfpeOYFh6E6f6r-sy9Vvwk6CZlwMS/s1600/images.jpg" /></a>Good Morning lovely souls!!!<br />
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Witty, aint it??!😊 But, absolutely true!!👍💯<br />
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Don't like the way your life is? Don't like your job?? ....Hate waking up in the morning?? ...too busy to do what you want to??<br />
<br />
CHANGE IT.<br />
<br />
Yes. Change it. And, only you can.<br />
<br />
You are the creator of everything that's happening in your life. Accept the responsibility and get up and change what you do not like!<br />
<br />
It not just sounds simple, it IS simple...if we will only get our minds out of the past/future/self-loathing/judgemental mindset.<br />
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Start small...little steps are the perfect beginning. Don't wait for someone else to change your life or make you happy. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE.<br />
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GET UP!!! AND CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!<br />
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Love you truly!💗💗💗</div>
Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-52260396890856486362019-07-10T20:54:00.004+05:302019-07-10T20:54:53.655+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
I spent 90% of my life being and doing what everyone around me
expected. Why? Because I felt that if I did that, they would love
me...more. It doesn’t work that way.</div>
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<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
I now know that the
root of this behaviour of mine is the belief that ‘I am not good
enough’ and that I had to do this or be that to deserve love.
Another faulty belief. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
And then, I later
realised that this ‘I am not enough’ thought is rooted in the
fact that I never really loved myself or was able to accept myself as
I was. And so, I was, in reality, only using my relationships to get
the love I couldn’t feel for myself. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
These relationships
don’t really satisfy or last, because I cannot give another person
what I do not have for myself. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>I could not really love another
until I learned to love myself.</i></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
And thus, in all
these relationships, the fear of losing them would be an
undercurrent. Because deep down I was scared they would leave when
they discovered the real me.
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<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
Long story short.
Lesson learnt:
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<ol style="text-align: justify;">
<li><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #38761d;"><b><i>No relationship
is going to be fulfilling , unless I am absolutely in love with who
I am...strengths, weaknesses...the whole me. </i></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
</li>
<li><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #38761d;"><b><i>I cannot truly
love anyone or receive another’s love unless I truly believe that
I am enough, and deserve to love and be loved.</i></b></span></div>
</li>
</ol>
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<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
Unless I change, the
drama continues!!</div>
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Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-79205512550101011842016-03-14T21:18:00.000+05:302017-10-24T11:52:29.293+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
The need to hear from you is not directly proportional to my stress levels. I do not 'Need' to hear from you....<br />
<br />
I
like hearing from you....cause i like listening to you...knowing what's
happening in your life...and when i cant see you...hearing from you
reminds me that you are there...it's a secure feeling!!<br />
<br />
I dont know what i feel...and no, im not trying to put a label to it....the moment i name my emotion/ feeling....it becomes just that....so....let it soar...n cruise...n spread its wings.....!!<br />
<br />
Relying
on anyone to complete me...or my happiness is futile....a waste of
energy ...consequently, I seek to find the source.....which im very sure
is where it always was....Inside of me....but first i'm unravelling
'me'.....and when it's all gone....i'll see....YOU!!!<br />
<br />
When the water inside a dam is let out....the flow is turbulent....eventually it slows down...and noiselessly.....flows on....But then, you just might be able to see the bottom ...what lies beneath....and you just might be surprised!! :)<br />
<br />
Hopelessly in love with being in love!!<br />
<br />
:) swee</div>
Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-75049401866340131292015-12-14T19:08:00.004+05:302015-12-14T19:08:49.947+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I do want to write...but there isn't a single thought in my head!! Or maybe they are soooo cramped up in the lil space between my ears...they cant get out!! :)<br />
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Strange that these doodles n squiggles we make translate into our thoughts!! Hmmm...<br />
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But is it really possible??! Can these marks made with a ball tipped pen on a sheet of compressed tree really be the fruit of my mind? Can 26 letters express what my ageless soul expounds??!!<br />
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I would write forever , in the hope that these 'drawings' would give birth ...someday...to the mysteries within....<br />
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Largely by consensus, we seek not to receive but to draw on the squirts of joy extended to us from the lowly lifeforms that humiliate and taunt.<br />
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There is nothing more freeing ...<br />
...than the freedom that comes with the knowledge of one's being loved exclusively 'coz they are themselves.</div>
Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-21020074396416671672015-12-01T10:43:00.000+05:302017-01-17T10:18:40.467+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #741b47;">HEART '</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><b>cleaning</b></i><b>'!!</b></span></span></span></span></h2>
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<span style="background-color: white;">
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Scene1: (Two thousand years ago....) </span></b></span></span></h3>
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #38761d;">
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #38761d;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">The little star was feeling very sad.'The Sun is SO big and bright,
and even the moon is so big and shiny and beautiful...! Everyone sees
the Sun during the day and the moon at night...but...but...hardly
anyone notices me!' Such were the thoughts flitting through star's
mind.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
'I wish I were bigger.....and...shinier...and....brighter...'</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
'I wish someone would be happy to see me...' Yes, little star looked
down on Bethlehem, and wished!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
Now, God the Father had decided to save His children (<i>that means
'us'!!)</i>and in His great love, He was going to send His only Son,
Jesus, to save the world. Can you imagine how our Father must've
felt?? He loves us more than we can ever imagine...but this was His
Son...and He <i>knew</i> how Jesus would die for us. But the Father's
love for us is unconditional and so,...He was sending Jesus for
us....<i>for you and me.</i></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
</div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
<span style="color: white;">It was time for Jesus to be born...and Abba Father wanted to put up a
sign to show the world that His Son was to be born. He looked
around....hmmm...the Sun was too big, and busy...the moon was
alright, but, it was up all night and tired...and then He saw the
LITTLE Star!!</span></span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
It was perfect!!!! He called the star, “ Oh, lil' star of
Bethlehem!! Would you do me a favor?? My Son, Jesus, is to be born
soon and I want you to be a guide!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
“Hmm....Father...I'd love to help you, but...I'm tiny and so dull,
and...”</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
“ That's exactly why I need you little star!..You're<i> perfect
</i>just <i>as you are</i>!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
</div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
The little star was SO pleased!! It was SO excited and happy...it put
all its heart into its shine, and...WOW!!...the little star of
Bethlehem was shinning bright and clear!!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
</div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
And this little star marked the place where Jesus was born, led the
shepherds to glorify the babe, guided the wise men to pay homage to
the Saviour. The 'little' star WAS a STAR!!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">
</span></span></span>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">
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<h3 align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Scene2:( Two thousand years ago..)</b></span></span></span></h3>
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">Jesus was going to be born. But WHERE?!! I mean, where should the Son
of the maker of the Universe be born??!No place in the sky or the
earth or the seas would be good enough to hold Him!!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
<br />
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
I often think that if Father God had announced (...using newspapers
or advertisements!!)that Jesus was going to be born and He wanted
some room, I'm SURE all of us would have jumped up and down ( and on
each other,too!!) to give Him a birthing suite!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
<br />
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
But, again, our Father wanted to surprise us. His Son was coming not
just for the rich /hoteliers/middle-class/poor.....HE is OUR Father.
Jesus was coming for ALL of us....so He was born in a little,
unknown, cold and shabby manger!!...with some really blessed cows !!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #38761d;">
</span></span></span></h3>
<h3 align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Scene3:( December 2015)</b></span></span></span></h3>
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">Its CHRISTMAS time!!! YIPPEE!!!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
<br />
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
Yes,...all the shopping, gifts, rich, fruity cakes, candy, trees all
jazzed up with lights and hangings, carols and 'xmas ' discounts,
'xmas' parties....PHEW!! Christmas really is a <i>tiring, </i>and
<i>trying</i> time!!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
<br />
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
I read somewhere that the maximum number of divorces are registered
between the last week of November and the first week of January. The
'pressure' of being with family and '<i>performing</i>' all that is
expected in today's society has really increased the pressure and
stress in families!</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
</div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
<br />
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Once again Jesus needs room to be born. And this time, </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>He wants
YOUR HEART.</b></span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span>
<br />
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #660000;">
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #660000;">Honestly, a lot of hearts are today worse than a cowshed! ( I know
mine needs a good cleaning!)This Christmas (...like all the other
times, too)Jesus wants to be born in the love and calm and peace in
your he</span>art and mine.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span></span>
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<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="color: white;">God chose the little star and the manger......and today</span></span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span></span></span></span><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">He
chooses you and me.</span> </b></span></i></span></span>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: white;">All He wants is YOU....to be with you...to talk to you....to listen
to you, your fears and dreams, your hopes and trials.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #274e13;">
<span style="color: white;">This Christmas,</span> </span></span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>He wants your heart....</b></span></span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #990000;">
<span style="color: white;">Will you welcome Him this Christmas? Into your heart and home?</span></span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
</span></span></span>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">
I know I've got some cleaning up to do...but, yes!!...I'm going to do
my best!</span></span></span></div>
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000;">Be LOVE! <span style="color: blue;">:)</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000;">love,</span></b></span></div>
<div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000;">swee </span></b></span></div>
<b>
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Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-68078444470885280902015-11-28T09:14:00.002+05:302015-11-28T09:14:29.423+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #990000;">Re-create that 'feeling'....with love. </span></h2>
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<span style="color: #660000;">“I didn't like thinking about him 'cause he made me feel little,
insignificant....</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #660000;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #660000;">Sigh...I am doing it again....Thinking about him and letting my
blood boil...my joints cringe and releasing a multitude of chemicals
into my bloodstream that do not benefit any part of me!!'</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #660000;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
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<b><span style="color: #274e13;">Does this sound familiar??!</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">I used to think ...and believe that it was the people around me
that made me feel happy/ sad/loved/worthy/not-good-enough...</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">But it really isn't true. And yes, this has to come to you, cause
no matter how many times you hear this truth, unless you realize it
for yourself....you can't see its beauty! And it IS beautiful.</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #274e13;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: #990000;">No one is responsible for the way we feel...</span>NO ONE...not any
person, not any place, not any situation...nothing is responsible for
how we feel.</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: #990000;">My feelings are my own creation,</span> and each one of them is my sole
responsibility. I am here, living this life, everyday trying to
understand the purpose of this gift. And, like me, everyone around me
is living their gift!!</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">If anyone irritates me, or drives me mad….it's not their
fault...they are only living their purpose...they are only doing what
is designed by Him. If it makes me feel sad/bad/mad...well, it's the
result of my thoughts and totally my creation. Tough….but true.</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">It took a while to get to this...but I'm grateful...for the
journey , too,...cause it helps me to understand those who are
getting there. It is very humbling to know that I am not the center
of everyone's thoughts and they aren't all out to get me!!</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Every time I feel less than happy, I have only to re-think the
feeling.'cause it's all in my hands alone...continuing to feel
sad/inferior/unworthy does nothing beneficial for me...instead, I
only have to remind myself that </b><span style="color: #990000;"><b>who/what I perceive to be the source
of my displeasure is only doing their assigned role ...all perfect in
His big picture.</b></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="color: #274e13;">It was a looooong and trying journey...but I'm glad...cause being
broken, it's easier for the truth to seep in!!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #274e13;">A feeling...is a feeling. Just that.
</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
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<b><span style="color: #274e13;">It's up to me to create beauty, add love and re-create the
feeling!!!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #274e13;">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Love,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">
</span><span style="color: #274e13;">swee </span></div>
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Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-42993674799751624382015-11-23T12:14:00.001+05:302015-11-23T12:14:45.595+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes...all it takes to make someone or break someone is <em>one single </em>word!<br />
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You may not be aware of it...but there are persons around you who
give a lot of importance to what you do and say. With a single word, a
glance...you could make them...<em>or break them</em>.<br />
<br />
I come across many students daily....it's amazing how a little belief in them enables them to get out of their shells...<br />
Just knowing that someone believes in them gives them the courage and perseverance to try again....and aim higher.<br />
<br />
Everyone has potential....vast amounts of untapped talent and
strength. We only need to take a little time....and love to remind them
of their power......the heights they can reach....to help them remember
their dreams.<br />
<br />
I believe that<strong> GOD WOULD NOT GIVE US A DREAM IF HE WERENT SURE WE COULD MAKE IT REAL</strong>. Sometimes we just have to remind those around us....<br />
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<strong>One word of encouragement from you could change the direction of another person's life <em>forever</em>.</strong><br />
<br />
<em><strong>A word, a caress, </strong></em><br />
<em><strong>A touch, a thought,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Laced in love</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>can change a life.</strong></em><br />
<br />
<em><strong>Be hope,be strength,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Be rain, be sun,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Wrapped in love</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>to lift a life.</strong></em><br />
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starting from today there shall be no tomorrows.<br />
<br />
With a deep sense of gratitude i stand humbled .For how long will the masochistic tendencies of hitherto forgotten men be the cornerstone of a civilized society which claims to worship the human form in all it deities ?<br />
There is no aftermath...the war continues...the battle in fact.<br />
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Long time ago....a single man stood up for the rights of his community...for his people.<br />
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<br />
the reminder of his bravery is the standing ovation you can still hear from the ambassador's hall.<br />
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i have no idea what this is going to be but something tells me it will be the first in a series of long stories.<br />
there is no tomorrow since where is tomorrow...there is only today..and now.<br />
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My body attuned to the inertia of the weekend refuses to obey the commands of the grey cell center, but,...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY">“ <span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">Matt....!”</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">My mother's voice shook me out of my reverie. I smiled. Yes, my body is now in 'action' mode! I rushed downstairs backpack and all.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY">“<span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">I thought you'd decided to finally stop your never ending research, Matt ! Why at the age of 30 you are still studying I don't know....you should've got me a sweet daughter-in-law and then I wouldn't have to be on my feet all day. Why, just the other day Saro aunty asked me whether you were thinking of taking up priesthood! Just imagine!...Why do I have to listen to all this...?!”</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY">“<span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">I love you too, Ma.” I gave her a quick hug and reached for the door.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">My mother is an angel. Even though she often forgets that I'm not her 'lil boy' anymore. I do plan on solving her dotty-in-law prob....but,....I have yet to find her. Sigh.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">I reached the bus stop just as the bus pulled in. My heart fell. The bus was packed. That's when i noticed a few of the finer, fragile species making their way towards the bus. My heart soared. A dreary Monday morning bus drive can feel like a walk on the beach if you have the 'right' company. And today it was 'b'right!</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">I managed to squeeze amidst the assortment of entangled limbs, bags and umbrellas. Phew! If only more people would be kind enough to use deos!! My nasal receptors were still reeling from the cruel onslaught when I noticed Her. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">She was trying to find a space in the melee. My heart did a pirouette when she settled into a spot Bang! in front of me. She had long hair, and it was slightly damp. As the bus started, the breeze tickled her mane, the truant tendrils caressing her cheeks. I tightened my hold on the rails for fear my digital extremities would play “breeze”!</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">I couldn't see her face, at least not all of it. She had classic rosy cheeks, a little chubby though. Her ears (I could see only one, but i gather the other is a twin.)were cute, down to the tiny crystal nestled at the tip.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY">“<span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">Tickets please!...Tickets...!” The conductor's irate voice startled me. Another session of jostling ensued as everyone dug into their respective moneybags. Screeeecchh! The bus driver had hit the brakes, and She was thrown into my arms. She looked at me apologetically and regained her stance. I had stopped breathing for fear I would wake up from this ethereal dream.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">It was then that I noticed that her eyes were closed. Hmmm...No. She wasn't sleeping,...But...Why was she doing that??! Every time a guy pushed against her, her eyes would scrunch up...like she was in some kind of pain. But She still didn't open them. She was mumbling. I tried to make out what she was saying but in vain. All of a sudden it came to me. She was praying! She was actually praying. It dawned on me that this angel was afraid, in pain. The reason being the hungry eyes that roved and the bodies that shoved. I was gripped by a feeling...a novel feeling. I wanted to protect her...from ..the world.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">I readjusted my 6 foot frame so that she was now in the circle of my arms. Safe. Her prayer must be powerful, 'cause a space emerged around her. No, the crowd was still crowding, but, not a single soul touched her! She continued praying. I couldn't take my eyes off her serene countenance.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">She opened her eyes. The bus had stopped. The push-pull scenario was repeated as everyone tried to leave at once , as if the door would soon disappear. She heaved a sigh of relief....and slowly got down. Her hair was almost dry now.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:Nimbus Sans L, Arial, sans-serif;">I slowly walked to my lab. I sat down .....and closed my eyes. Yes, I heard the peal of wedding bells. I love Mondays.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"><br /></p>Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-73421655310646467142010-04-12T17:34:00.000+05:302010-04-12T17:36:41.873+05:30Being able to forget IS a blessing.<br />But,....the harder i try,....<br />the harder it is.Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-19766103401459353212010-04-03T01:31:00.000+05:302010-04-03T01:44:10.834+05:30Its been a week now.<br />And no,....it isnt easier.<br />I'm learning to keep my feelings safe and frozen in sleep.<br /><br />Yesterday was the worst...<br />It felt as if i was the only person left on this earth...<br />Yeah,......i'd have given anything to hear your voice....<br />But i guess even God forgot about me.<br />Then how can i blame you??!<br /><br />Naah....i shouldve got used to this by now.<br />i'm trying.....honestly .<br />i'm trying.<br /><br />Its difficult to smile.....when your heart is aching....<br />Now i know why charlie chaplin liked the rain...<br />i wish it would rain.....Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-65105169828405263422010-03-29T21:51:00.000+05:302015-11-23T11:01:19.221+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-77223186400450094032010-03-09T19:52:00.000+05:302010-03-09T20:01:59.580+05:30im fine....i think.Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-81562031729703023672010-03-06T11:34:00.000+05:302010-03-06T11:49:18.522+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhufyK_e5D5BFsaOz4kzomuC_G4IOkv2oNsnRWGF6aUg-JwfGKq2eHZmP2WU8od2eFOZ2wuB50Zftx7RuNlUeN7s3GwogOoHUkkGZFTyb2XxsM7vr0sh5gXsPS-3nnMcAzuoW3y/s1600-h/cleaning.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhufyK_e5D5BFsaOz4kzomuC_G4IOkv2oNsnRWGF6aUg-JwfGKq2eHZmP2WU8od2eFOZ2wuB50Zftx7RuNlUeN7s3GwogOoHUkkGZFTyb2XxsM7vr0sh5gXsPS-3nnMcAzuoW3y/s320/cleaning.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445401500996538562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I find cleaning immensely calming.<br />It helps to still unnecessary mental chatter.....besides being a sure way to finding the answers to knotty problems.<br /><br />My favourite is sweeping....and dusting too.<br />Alas!....those measly fleas and 'germs' in dust now give me the sniffles and the gargles whenever i undertake my cleaning hobbies.<br />Not that it stops me in any way.<br /><br />This morning too...i went over my home with a broom and a dust cloth...<br />Phew!...was it exhilarating or what??!!<br /> Ummm..yes it did leave me sweaty...(actually, only my head produces this secretion ...leaving my hair WET!!)....<br /> But i loved it...somehow cleaning up feels like a mental clean -up too!<br /><br />Sigh..but the sniffles have come again.....<br />A-tish-OOOOOO!!Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-85994787407387260482010-03-05T21:14:00.000+05:302010-03-05T21:17:13.002+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYttjNN0mmwqOmaOkOWfRb1eHfvZWMx4dWZ-8FwcgfrRTPzN3s3ClnXyGp3Nx_1v9T5yqleKVAfJat8Qm6N_JIpHhs7ewELMuUftWdJvqIjMOvzEyQChG8fGdWOuL1jfKLtXg-/s1600-h/2hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYttjNN0mmwqOmaOkOWfRb1eHfvZWMx4dWZ-8FwcgfrRTPzN3s3ClnXyGp3Nx_1v9T5yqleKVAfJat8Qm6N_JIpHhs7ewELMuUftWdJvqIjMOvzEyQChG8fGdWOuL1jfKLtXg-/s200/2hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445176420140169714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">The security....the warmth....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">My hand in yours......</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Eternally bonded.</span>Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-7368142907904428342010-03-02T11:45:00.000+05:302010-03-02T11:46:43.871+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03H0KZeVAB1DxzPzEJnqDyH95LfzJHInv-QBj8OdJ8aW1Uldm8Lsrm6ANlwTu9W3nWk1O5n8X9aJozml3C8a3QnLDmHaXw5kiZKvrwBF3x_eT_k0hqJ0p5K46xzXBSOwikHm2/s1600-h/loverswater3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03H0KZeVAB1DxzPzEJnqDyH95LfzJHInv-QBj8OdJ8aW1Uldm8Lsrm6ANlwTu9W3nWk1O5n8X9aJozml3C8a3QnLDmHaXw5kiZKvrwBF3x_eT_k0hqJ0p5K46xzXBSOwikHm2/s200/loverswater3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443916522833688866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Emily Bronte' in Wuthering Heights puts into words her definition of 'soullular' love or what has now come to be know as the relationship shared by <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">soulmates.<br /><br /></span>Her heroine Catherine says, "<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >I love him...not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same... My great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger; I should not seem a part of it...Time will not change it. My love for him resembles the eternal rocks beneath; a source of little visible delight, but necessary. I AM him! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, anymore than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Well said , yes??!</span>Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-73001892948956839512010-02-27T17:04:00.000+05:302010-03-02T11:56:52.344+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQizAz_kKMlEBJW2wFtpL2Z37B0KQmhIddLa1LfrDZcQ30azLhuloc6dVW60LGBlFfZV7Z4FZcNlFSttWsDXVvb7_UR-TBdYe4biBX1ECknYRH2iarCPEaK-Twf280ysRoV6EN/s1600-h/soulmates2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQizAz_kKMlEBJW2wFtpL2Z37B0KQmhIddLa1LfrDZcQ30azLhuloc6dVW60LGBlFfZV7Z4FZcNlFSttWsDXVvb7_UR-TBdYe4biBX1ECknYRH2iarCPEaK-Twf280ysRoV6EN/s200/soulmates2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443919139915854434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><span><span><span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"><span style="font-size:85%;">According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their powers, Zeus split them into two parts; condemning them to spend the rest of their lives in search of their other halves.<br /><br />Interesting.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span>Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-10826421104565355122010-02-26T11:41:00.000+05:302010-02-26T12:28:10.542+05:30<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Yaadein......yaad aathe hain...</span><br /><br /><div><object height="322" width="512"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"><param name="flashVars" value="id=1209121&vid=36034&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v0/w105/36034_400_300.jpeg&embed=1"><embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=1209121&vid=36034&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v0/w105/36034_400_300.jpeg&embed=1" height="322" width="512"></embed></object><a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/36034/1209121">Yaadein Yaad Aati Hain, Yaadein - Hindi Song</a> @ <a href="http://video.yahoo.com/">Yahoo! Video</a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />..<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.this song ....is alive.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">....and moves me everytime.</span>Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-34767981281323058472010-02-24T11:45:00.000+05:302010-02-24T12:06:13.713+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LMZTpy2JBUHUNh5j1m4N8ckhMFEb3JNVch9Y0Ct0w83EUACpseUuJEu0jZQ0xzbiFbUjZI8E0SzkT1RxwmtBW3S3CX6Yp8EJRYpgKFip8yY9cK9zK2njP94eItQaC0rm4HtN/s1600-h/Thats_All_About_Feelings_by_soulofautumn87.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LMZTpy2JBUHUNh5j1m4N8ckhMFEb3JNVch9Y0Ct0w83EUACpseUuJEu0jZQ0xzbiFbUjZI8E0SzkT1RxwmtBW3S3CX6Yp8EJRYpgKFip8yY9cK9zK2njP94eItQaC0rm4HtN/s320/Thats_All_About_Feelings_by_soulofautumn87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441694916656080146" border="0" /></a><br />Handling criticism is a talent....<br /><br />...some are born with it...some learn it on their travel....and others get by without the 'handling' 'cause they never seem to be affected by it!!(lucky guys!!)<br /><br />To which category do i belong??!<br />....hmmm...dunno...but definitely not the first nor the last....<br /><br />Sigh...i'm still learning...slowly and painfully.<br />Does the so-called planetary influence enhance my prospects of being a slow learner??...can't say...but yes....'tis difficult for me to take criticism....maybe cause i'm so critical of myself anyways!!<br /><br />And constant criticism....BAh!!<br />It clouds my entire existence...and if it is at the start of a day....there goes the rest of the day!!<br /><br />Hmmm...tho' i must say talking about it makesme feel better.<br />Funny how everything is a 'feeling'...<br />Where do these feelings originate??<br />Which part of this body machine is responsible for such fickle end products..??<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Feelings.</span>..hmmmm...<br /><br />Well....the rest of the day remains....<br />The first burning pains are now gone...An ache remains....<br />Maybe that will slowly dissolve....and give birth to another......<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">FEELING.</span>Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-58354402032859535072010-02-22T12:44:00.000+05:302010-02-22T12:57:36.290+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSA1bJw2KHRN-trPqG_WKAwTyhBazofVN-hdTMv8OMjdpsPwwHfwHjwaEHWJh9gsbFGzsp3_jD-y_TI1prI5s4yyjk0aXM5rZz_vDhXPouUVWHAWmy0HiOHS-QiOUyxXWNMFl1/s1600-h/000AShowing_Love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSA1bJw2KHRN-trPqG_WKAwTyhBazofVN-hdTMv8OMjdpsPwwHfwHjwaEHWJh9gsbFGzsp3_jD-y_TI1prI5s4yyjk0aXM5rZz_vDhXPouUVWHAWmy0HiOHS-QiOUyxXWNMFl1/s320/000AShowing_Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440966113937616850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"If you can't live with the one you love, would you live with the one who loves you?"</span><br /><br />Profound.<br /><br />Was wondering ....if i could have anything i wished for...what would i wish for??!<br /><br />....hmmm...<br /><br />........only <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">That you find happiness every moment of this life.</span>Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-4330028263753589942010-02-17T20:38:00.000+05:302010-02-17T20:42:51.593+05:30blue day today. :-(<br /><br />Nothing ever seems to enough...in terms of work done around the house.<br /><br />Im tired....it wouldnt be so tiring if there was atleast some appreciation...no...i'm not asking for a whole bouquet or a ten drum salute....but a word of appreciation..or atleast even silence is better than the constant criticism.<br /><br />Hoping to go to the hospital tomorrow.<br /><br />Dont know what the climate will be like when i get back...but im past caring now.<br /><br />hmmmm...Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-22048815699601507802010-02-13T20:43:00.000+05:302010-02-13T20:56:21.611+05:30Phew!<br /><br />...am i tired today!!<br /><br />And the work isnt done yet!!...<br /><br />Dinner still remains tho' i havent got the slightest clue as to what it will end up being.<br /><br />Sigh...i'm tired.Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-26399360182313977852010-02-12T19:58:00.000+05:302010-02-12T20:07:25.335+05:30Feeling good today.<br /><br />All i did is change my outlook...hmmm...sounds easy ...eh??!<br />But it isnt when one isnt in a peaceful of mind.<br /><br />Worrying doesnt solve anything...so i just let go.<br /><br />At least i feel a lot lighter! :-)Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32908132.post-48062632101751961232010-02-11T17:31:00.000+05:302010-02-11T17:37:14.556+05:30hmmm....feeling blue.<br /><br />could be due to all the chores i've got to do.<br />On second thoughts the chores arent all that hard...but still somehow i feel.....tired emotionally.<br /><br />Harder than caring for an invalid is catering to the whims and fancies of those 'well' meaning relatives and friends who descend upon you to 'visit' the invalid...sigh.<br /><br />What with rushing to feed and pamper the visitors......who is given time to pay attention to the sick??!<br /><br />May i find the strength i need...both inner and outer...the grace to smile when i feel like running from the house....breakneck speed!<br /><br />YOU can send me some energy, :-)...and more.Melting into Oblivionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392616887769964439noreply@blogger.com0