<?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-5228059642815787246</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:23:21.548-08:00</updated><category term='Wondering about The Person..'/><category term='Day to day happenings'/><category term='Times Change'/><category term='My Legacy.'/><title type='text'>Peace..! :)</title><subtitle type='html'>You shall find peace... You shall hear angels... You shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds...!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-4218274658167253741</id><published>2011-06-15T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:08:53.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia !</title><content type='html'>May 8th :-  Mom seemed mildly offended that I didn't wish her for Mothers' Day. At 10pm, she reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she went on to say, "Next year, I should be wishing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, that's why she was waiting all day. So that she could use the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers !!! ..You gotta give it to them .. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-4218274658167253741?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/4218274658167253741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2011/06/mamma-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4218274658167253741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4218274658167253741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2011/06/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia !'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-117955246504557560</id><published>2011-06-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:01:03.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day happenings'/><title type='text'>Doesn't take much to amuse daddy .. :\</title><content type='html'>Scene: The last 5 minutes of Twilight is on. When I say last I mean the laaast scene where everyone’s at the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad (watching me watch Twilight): “Who is this guy with the long hair?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Who, Jacob Black?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “The guy with the long hair, whatever his name is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Bella’s friend. He becomes a werewolf in Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “What do you mean BECOMES a werewolf? He’s not one now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (still patient): “Well not really, his clan is descended from werewolves and he will BECOME one if there are too many vampires in the neighborhood.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “Clan descended aa? Ok.”&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt; 10 seconds pause &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “He doesn’t like vampires?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Werewolves are sworn enemies of vampires.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “And this girl likes both the wolf and the vampire?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (losing patience): Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;10 second pause&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “How can a human being BECOME a werewolf?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (lost it): “LEMME WATCH THE DAMN MOVIE, DAD!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad (smug smile on his face): “Ok.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-117955246504557560?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/117955246504557560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2011/06/doesnt-take-much-to-amuse-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/117955246504557560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/117955246504557560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2011/06/doesnt-take-much-to-amuse-daddy.html' title='Doesn&apos;t take much to amuse daddy .. :\'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-193791653364395562</id><published>2011-06-15T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:10:57.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old Poetry ..</title><content type='html'>"In faith I do not love You with my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;For they in You a thousand errors note;&lt;br /&gt;But it is my heart that loves what they despise,&lt;br /&gt;Who in despite of view is pleased to dote."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its moments of poetry like this that makes absolute non-sense of chemistry. Moments that justify the act of appreciating that special someone even though he/ she is not the perfect greek god look-alikes .. ur eyes see the flaws but yet u overlook them for ur heart seeks more than that. When one look into someone's eyes can be worth ur whole lifetime .. The look that takes u to the depth, possibly deeper than the depth of the deepest ocean .&lt;br /&gt;When chemistry becomes more than just a subject ..n when psychology fails to interest u ... u know it with ur heart .. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-193791653364395562?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/193791653364395562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2011/06/godd-old-poetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/193791653364395562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/193791653364395562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2011/06/godd-old-poetry.html' title='Good old Poetry ..'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-8979131080681775003</id><published>2010-10-08T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:29:27.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Indian Blame Game !!</title><content type='html'>When things are going well it is always "I" or "me" but let something be wrong and that immediately becomes "we", "you", or "they" ... why is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because people are spineless hypocrites and liars basically. It is a shame really that people are so transparent and selfish. What boggles my mind though is the fact that for some reason they think that others don't see what they are doing and realise that they are passing the buck. Even when the evidence is staring them right in the face and visible to all, they still push it off as someone elses mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbefreakinlevable....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-8979131080681775003?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/8979131080681775003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-indian-blame-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/8979131080681775003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/8979131080681775003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-indian-blame-game.html' title='The Great Indian Blame Game !!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-6098263824284188300</id><published>2010-10-08T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:26:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutation ,,,</title><content type='html'>I HAVE to tell u this..&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home from the metro station this evening and I hear this, "you almost got smacked on the a**!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, no lie, a guy said this to me. His explanation, after I gave him the "I will hit it so hard that u'll never have children nor ever again enjoy the act of creating them" side eye, was that I looked like someone he knew and apparently his way of saying hello would have been to smack them on the a**!! :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the simple "Hello"?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-6098263824284188300?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/6098263824284188300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/10/salutation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6098263824284188300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6098263824284188300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/10/salutation.html' title='Salutation ,,,'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-6684325112641274429</id><published>2010-04-26T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T03:48:45.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a pointless Poem...</title><content type='html'>Hey God!why were you so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;Why implode my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Why take me the way I most feared? &lt;br /&gt;Why convince me to go against my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and Forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;None realised that there is pain within, &lt;br /&gt;even if i did carry that dazed smile. &lt;br /&gt;Throbbing memories haunt the nights,&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake like an insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying does not help nor does advice,&lt;br /&gt;Arguments and explosions happen within.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I realize , I still live and I can ,&lt;br /&gt;i start a  fresh new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen a new path&lt;br /&gt;but with a difference. &lt;br /&gt;I tread along with Hope as my lamp,&lt;br /&gt;And experience to anoint when in need....... - MOI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-6684325112641274429?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/6684325112641274429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-pointless-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6684325112641274429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6684325112641274429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-pointless-poem.html' title='Just a pointless Poem...'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-9103303014956293608</id><published>2010-03-24T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:13:41.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A random narration ...</title><content type='html'>It was a cool breezy evening. He was practicing helicopter rides and stuff. She stayed in the same area where he and his fellow fauji trainees were getting trained. He asked her to come up on the terrace. She guessed he’d be in that copter, flying above. She ran upstairs. The copter took 2 rounds. No signs of any human traces, no hand-wave, nothing. She knew they took turns while flying. After some time, when she was a lil bored and let-down, but still waiting on the top, she saw something flying out of the copter. It was a cloth. He held out a flag kind-off thing with “***, I love you a lot” written on it. She was thrilled, shy, scared, over-joyed. She had mixed feelings. And the flag flew with the copter all round that city area. Children screamed on top of their voices, hoping they’d be heard by the flyer. And others just watched with wonder. Wow! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-9103303014956293608?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/9103303014956293608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-narration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/9103303014956293608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/9103303014956293608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-narration.html' title='A random narration ...'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-4881359968770716158</id><published>2009-12-17T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:57:36.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times Change'/><title type='text'>Then and now..!</title><content type='html'>Mhow,1995:- I was very small, very round, and very naïve (now I am not small, in any sense of the word. Therein lies the difference), I used to often go with my mom to her colleague's house. The grown ups would sit and discuss work, places they bought their saris from and fancy recipes, while the kids would be packed off to play together. One particular colleague had a son who I played badminton with on a regular basis. After having been to that boy's house many many times and after one particularly good game of badminton, I was jubilant. On the way home, I asked my mom in a very matter-of-fact way and with full confidence: “Mom, when I grow up, I’m going to marry Nikhil na?” A highly shocked mom hummed and uhhed for a while, gave me a hasty “Let’s see, let’s see, now come on hurry up” and frisked me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nucleus Mall,Pune,june 2009:- Mom sees a gold bracelet she likes and asks me if I’d like something like that for myself. When I politely decline, she goes ahead anyway and says I can have it for my wedding. Ditto for any grossly expensive and blingy jewellery set or sari or pretty much anything she likes and wishes upon me. Now I humm and uhh and mutter an infuriated “Be happy if I even get married” under my breath. When my mom starts off about her future son-in-law who she insists must be a mallu, Nair, nonvegetarian, etc. etc, I give her a “Be happy if I end up with a guy instead of a girl.” That succeeds in ending the discussion right there, thankfully. Ah, how times change.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-4881359968770716158?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/4881359968770716158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/12/then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4881359968770716158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4881359968770716158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/12/then-and-now.html' title='Then and now..!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-3680200656059638750</id><published>2009-12-17T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:32:36.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have learnt to..</title><content type='html'>Oh Blog!! Its been so long and I see that this blog is so empty and dissolate without my nonsense in it.Ahem ...there are a thousand random thoughts rushing through the alleys of my over clogged mind. Each vying for equal attention. Or maybe thoughts conjoined like the various compartments of a train. A train that runs at super fast speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happens each day. We laugh. We sing. We fool around. We pull each others legs. We fight. We feel bad for things that bring sourness in our lives. We cry for things that pierce us. We giggle through our sorrows. And we laugh harder when at our lowest best. We have learnt to do that. For we don’t wait for happiness to knock on our doors. We just go ahead and create them. And the memories that come along with it. Cherished memories. I want to capture all of it before my failing memory fails! But for that its important for me to write everyday. The fun conversations and the fun incidents with the fun people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-3680200656059638750?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/3680200656059638750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-learnt-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/3680200656059638750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/3680200656059638750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-learnt-to.html' title='I have learnt to..'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-7632614890545462939</id><published>2009-11-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:34:37.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like you desperately wanted to talk to some certain person, but knew you shouldn't? Well, not just talk as in having some long talk about something, but just asking 'how's everything?', get maybe a slightly detailed answer and feel that your urge is satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like that and sometimes it takes me my whole will strength to hold myself back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-7632614890545462939?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/7632614890545462939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-you-ever-felt-like-you-desperately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/7632614890545462939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/7632614890545462939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-you-ever-felt-like-you-desperately.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-6041401036615705955</id><published>2009-08-20T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:19:18.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wondering about The Person..'/><title type='text'>Beautifully Imperfect ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why, but this Ad spoke to me quite a bit with the irony of the 2 words I used as the title for this post….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully Imperfect…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;out of the MANY MANY things on my mind… I’ve been wondering about the future person I’m gonna meet… THE Beautifully Imperfect Someone...if you know what I mean...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-6041401036615705955?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c0e632fb19fab312&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/6041401036615705955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautifully-imperfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6041401036615705955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6041401036615705955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautifully-imperfect.html' title='Beautifully Imperfect ! :)'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-8834284248487677296</id><published>2009-07-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:27:23.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why..??</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to Accept?.. Accept what is not..and perhaps will never be...Why is it so hard to let go..? Let go off something which meant the world to u... Why do we have to go through such devastating moments..? Moments like these are timeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....A Big Prolonged S-I-G-H..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-8834284248487677296?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/8834284248487677296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/8834284248487677296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/8834284248487677296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='Why..??'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-3393612463581046127</id><published>2009-06-21T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:26:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Ideal Man' checklist.!</title><content type='html'>When I was a teenager, I had this list of what my ideal man should be: handsome, well-off, caring, understanding, God-fearing, intelligent &amp; I could have gone on &amp; on then about what qualities my partner should have. However, as I grew older, I realized that I could never really find a real person who met all these  qualities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a my-ideal-man-list is much like an e-mail that I received from a friend yesterday which made me laugh out loud. “My Ideal Man Checklist”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Ideal Man Checklist”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Want in a Man, Original List (age 22):&lt;br /&gt;1. Handsome&lt;br /&gt;2. Charming&lt;br /&gt;3. Financially successful&lt;br /&gt;4. A caring listener&lt;br /&gt;5. Witty&lt;br /&gt;6. In good shape&lt;br /&gt;7. Dresses with style&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates finer things&lt;br /&gt;9. Full of thoughtful surprises&lt;br /&gt;10. An imaginative, romantic lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 32):&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice looking (prefer hair on his head)&lt;br /&gt;2. Opens car doors, holds chairs&lt;br /&gt;3. Has enough money for a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. Listens more than talks&lt;br /&gt;5. Laughs at my jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Carries bags of groceries with ease&lt;br /&gt;7. Owns at least one tie&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;10. Seeks romance at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 42):&lt;br /&gt;1. Not too ugly (bald head OK)&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn’t drive off until I’m in the car&lt;br /&gt;3. Works steady — splurges on dinner out occasionally&lt;br /&gt;4. Nods head when I’m talking&lt;br /&gt;5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture&lt;br /&gt;7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach&lt;br /&gt;8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves most weekends. &lt;br /&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 52):&lt;br /&gt;1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn’t belch or scratch in public&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn’t borrow money too often&lt;br /&gt;4. Doesn’t nod off to sleep when I’m venting&lt;br /&gt;5. Doesn’t re-tell the same joke too many times&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good TV dinner&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers my name on occasion&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves some weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 62):&lt;br /&gt;1. Doesn’t scare small children&lt;br /&gt;2. Remembers where bathroom is&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn’t require much money for upkeep&lt;br /&gt;4. Only snores lightly when asleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Remembers why he’s laughing&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears clothes&lt;br /&gt;8. Likes soft foods&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers where he left his teeth&lt;br /&gt;10. Remembers that it’s the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 72):&lt;br /&gt;1.Breathing&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn’t miss the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As funny as the e-mail was, it is true as you grow more mature, your original list of ‘requirements’ for an ideal man will be revised. Now, all I am looking for in an ideal man is one who can be both a best friend &amp; a partner in life, and someone who will love me as unconditionally as I love him.And occasionally holds me close,looks into my eyes &amp; says,"I love you!" &amp; mean it too.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-3393612463581046127?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/3393612463581046127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ideal-man-checklist.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/3393612463581046127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/3393612463581046127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ideal-man-checklist.html' title='The &apos;Ideal Man&apos; checklist.!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-7754422972381706568</id><published>2009-06-07T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:27:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chit chat !</title><content type='html'>Finally,I find that there is enough time in my hand these days to stay online and chat.And wow! there I find *Cuteness* :P..after a very long time. It was really wonderful to meet him again.I remember the days when we used to stay up late ranting &amp;amp; rambling on senseless random topics...I was sort of missing those days...(BTW...cuteness a.k.a Ravi Shikharwar was my senior in school.A very promising (cute) guy,who after his MBA flew to the UK to assist his uncle in their export &amp;amp; import business..Cool no? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness sometimes reads my blog, so he asked me what deep, dark secret I was talking about. That's rite, I have so many deep, dark secrets that it's hard for him to keep track sometimes:P. So I said to him, you know what secret! ?:O He was still clueless, so given how bad he is at reading my mind (all men r the same!), I had to tell him. And he seemed unimpressed, like it wasn't nearly deep or dark enough to even b called a SECRET!!!:O . But he's like that, nothing really impresses him. If I told him I'd just 'killed someone, cut them up into a thousand pieces and then dumped them in a gunny bag and lumped them into some lake' (lines inspired from a very weird frnd,thnx Rashi:P ), he'd just say, 'well, I'm just glad you didn't drive to the lake in MY car, because your stupid pearl ring would've scratched the door.' :O..Okay, I'm exaggerating. Because he doesn't say 'well,Nice!!'. But ultimately it seemed like he understood but never wanted to go,'oh-so-sweet-and-unique' over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..,its been raining,rather drizzling today and my li'l Shiver is missing since morning.I've noticed that she prefers to hide when it is raining.God knows what she is so scared of ?.Mayb be'cos she thinks that the sky might be just falling over her &amp;amp; its always better to be safe than sorry.I guess I'll go &amp;amp; look for her now...Take care!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-7754422972381706568?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/7754422972381706568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/finallyi-find-that-there-is-enough-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/7754422972381706568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/7754422972381706568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/finallyi-find-that-there-is-enough-time.html' title='Chit chat !'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-1131410079618912051</id><published>2009-06-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:21:18.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/Sia-vL9aLzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/11dl-ukqRTc/s1600-h/123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343167725795159858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/Sia-vL9aLzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/11dl-ukqRTc/s400/123.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another morning will come reminding me of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another night will die reminding me of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was your love, and the waiting for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made me travel all these days and nights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now your smile will help me, reminding me of you...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing you.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-1131410079618912051?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/1131410079618912051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-morning-will-come-reminding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1131410079618912051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1131410079618912051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-morning-will-come-reminding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/Sia-vL9aLzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/11dl-ukqRTc/s72-c/123.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-6977026681837666561</id><published>2009-06-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:55:29.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universal Truth...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiVkSLApf2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/aBa3SLoQrPw/s1600-h/img1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342786796300894050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiVkSLApf2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/aBa3SLoQrPw/s400/img1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years back,when I was still a fresh teenager,I used to look at movies,look at people around and wonder why the world makes a big deal outa 'Love'?What is it about love that it makes the universe go gaga over it?Then as I grew up and started off with my clg life.where I played an agony aunt to many a gal who wanted to weep &amp;amp; seek advice in their new love relationships they were involved in.It made me always to wonder that if Love really hurts then why does the world call it the most beautiful feeling ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiVkpmX7miI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dka1OLmkrow/s1600-h/img+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342787198783298082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiVkpmX7miI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dka1OLmkrow/s400/img+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I grew old,the whole idea of love.the perception of it,all changed &amp;amp; I realised that Love is something we can call,'The Universal Truth'.When a person feels the warmth of love , automatically all that is good in them comes out. There is sharing, caring, generosity, kindness, all the positive emotions forge out &amp;amp; come forth,isn't it?:)Love in its purest form expects nothing much from the loved one except maybe kindness n care. So I realized, that giving is the second name for love. Give a lot &amp;amp; not expect anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiVldO69aYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yx5sBqfwJoM/s1600-h/images+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342788085840963970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiVldO69aYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yx5sBqfwJoM/s400/images+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me,love is not about possessing.It reminds me of something,"If you love something set it free, if it came back to you its yours, if not it never was’ Well true don’t you think. Love should set you free not bind you in shackles,rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh..! Thts enough for the time being I guess..So people..Rise in Love,Stay in Love..because, it keeps you young,happy,human &amp;amp; a better person...! Love you all ! Gudnyt!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-6977026681837666561?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/6977026681837666561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/years-backwhen-i-was-still-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6977026681837666561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6977026681837666561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/06/years-backwhen-i-was-still-fresh.html' title='The Universal Truth...!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiVkSLApf2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/aBa3SLoQrPw/s72-c/img1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-1941200471960075086</id><published>2009-05-30T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:25:06.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Rambling......;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have no set topic, nothing specific that I wish to talk about. Yet, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....So, my little blog h&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKhAJXHvnI/AAAAAAAAADk/jOLjmzUeSNo/s1600-h/wink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342009131899797106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKhAJXHvnI/AAAAAAAAADk/jOLjmzUeSNo/s400/wink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as acquired a Follower !!!! :O, which fills me with super-lame joy :D. I still find it weird that there could even be one being who would want to read any of these posts. I'm terrible, amazing, boring, and interesting all at the same time.!! :-P...&lt;br /&gt;If you are visiting my blog for the first time,I'm sure my this post would sure make you want to read more.But before you truely make up your mind ... A Disclaimer :- If you want to read about the life of someone glamorous, you've come to the wrong little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I've realized during the course of this post is that I never gave a proper introduction. ....Maybe next time ! Until then..Adios ! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-1941200471960075086?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/1941200471960075086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/05/rambling-rambling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1941200471960075086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1941200471960075086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/05/rambling-rambling.html' title='Rambling Rambling......;-)'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKhAJXHvnI/AAAAAAAAADk/jOLjmzUeSNo/s72-c/wink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-1550669046783719880</id><published>2009-04-23T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:33:14.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKioljx0TI/AAAAAAAAADs/dvNFcwg__Uo/s1600-h/1CAPQ75ODCA6VG1A9CALUUYAWCALX6EV8CAGBV1LPCA39YIOUCAL3Y9W0CAOIW20ICALDVCXKCAIFG6BICAP4U78NCA28VZH9CADFMDCTCAFG4ZJMCA9UFI53CA2NCMSGCAPG6EN3CAADSVMSCAZ97HGFCAYYKQC0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342010926175473970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKioljx0TI/AAAAAAAAADs/dvNFcwg__Uo/s400/1CAPQ75ODCA6VG1A9CALUUYAWCALX6EV8CAGBV1LPCA39YIOUCAL3Y9W0CAOIW20ICALDVCXKCAIFG6BICAP4U78NCA28VZH9CADFMDCTCAFG4ZJMCA9UFI53CA2NCMSGCAPG6EN3CAADSVMSCAZ97HGFCAYYKQC0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; few days of my life were packed with lot of disturbances, lot of learning, lot of planning, lot of tamil &amp;amp; malayalam movies ( thnx to Anju :), lot of absent-mindedness, lot of thinking ,lot of frustration &amp;amp; of course lot of confusion. All these things were really freaking &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKjB6EAWqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C4ONxGEoJ8s/s1600-h/KCA1DZXUCCA4XQ1Q3CA3UGPG6CA96AYBRCA6IURQSCAO6FBLECAVG8FRUCATLW800CAMY1Q26CAIE45UACA9OG1YOCAMBAIKUCA5H6Q2UCAGZUR37CA5FR7N1CAPMMHT9CAGBSXUDCAJMB344CA3P5RAXCAOKES6B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342011361176083106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKjB6EAWqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C4ONxGEoJ8s/s400/KCA1DZXUCCA4XQ1Q3CA3UGPG6CA96AYBRCA6IURQSCAO6FBLECAVG8FRUCATLW800CAMY1Q26CAIE45UACA9OG1YOCAMBAIKUCA5H6Q2UCAGZUR37CA5FR7N1CAPMMHT9CAGBSXUDCAJMB344CA3P5RAXCAOKES6B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me out!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, situations are not so complex but you make them so yourself. I had a kind of illusion that I have gained much maturity in the past few years &amp;amp; now all that stupidity, once was an integral part of me, has vanished out completely, but the reality is I have become far more stupid than before. I still have that "oh!-what-if-they-hate-me" attitude, but let it be. One of my school teacher used to say,nature of a person never changes, what a person is from within, he always remain the same &amp;amp; I guess she was right!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,I'll be offline for a while.The next few days,as I can see,are going to be horribly hectic.But nonetheless, Iam excited !! :)..Its always nice to go back home to your folks,isnt it??:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ,long till then..Take care &amp;amp; Stay blesssed !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-1550669046783719880?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/1550669046783719880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1550669046783719880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1550669046783719880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much..!!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKioljx0TI/AAAAAAAAADs/dvNFcwg__Uo/s72-c/1CAPQ75ODCA6VG1A9CALUUYAWCALX6EV8CAGBV1LPCA39YIOUCAL3Y9W0CAOIW20ICALDVCXKCAIFG6BICAP4U78NCA28VZH9CADFMDCTCAFG4ZJMCA9UFI53CA2NCMSGCAPG6EN3CAADSVMSCAZ97HGFCAYYKQC0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-1660896763347379763</id><published>2009-04-21T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:13:51.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Why !</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j6IBdHW_rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j6IBdHW_rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply loved this song and its message. It was really clever of whoever was the brain behind this song to get a 11 year old to sing it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the "leaders" around the world would see this song and if they have any conscience at all, wake up to reality - of what they are doing to this world. Its not too late to set things right - but if world affairs continue to go the way they are going, who knows the "too late to do anything" phase might dawn before we even realize it..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-1660896763347379763?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/1660896763347379763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-recently-came-across-this-song-titled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1660896763347379763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1660896763347379763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-recently-came-across-this-song-titled.html' title='Tell Me Why !'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-5887760532121175669</id><published>2009-04-21T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:45:01.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, Its Better To Put It In Fairy Tales..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKX0o-_-dI/AAAAAAAAACE/f4Ax_Nkt-8A/s1600-h/030547c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341999038625479122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKX0o-_-dI/AAAAAAAAACE/f4Ax_Nkt-8A/s400/030547c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one forest there lived a lonely Hedge. Well, you know what hedges are like -efficient and solid, they like to rustle in grass with their prickles at night.But this one Hedge. liked to dream at night. Sometimes he wasn't doing this alone - he had a Star. It is very good when you have someone to share your dreams with. Sadly, they couldn't see each other too often: sometimes clouds stood in their way, and sometimes the Earth turned on another side and didn't let them meet.&lt;br /&gt;"Only imagine, - said the Star sometimes, -gravitation parts us!"&lt;br /&gt;After a long time separation the Hedge usually said:- Star, I missed you so much! I've been waiting for you for so long -almost for an eternity!&lt;br /&gt;- Well you know how strong the circumstances can be, - said the Star.&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I know! - sighed the Hedge.&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't say anything anymore. They were just dreaming togethersilently.And when morning approached,the Star said..-&lt;br /&gt;"It's time to go."&lt;br /&gt;- I will be waiting for you, - said the Hedge. I know that it will be too long again, but I'll be waiting for you anyways, come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;- I'll come back, you know it, - said the Star.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I know, - smiled the Hedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so important to know that the one you Love..the one you are waiting for will come anyways, inspite of all the physical laws.!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-5887760532121175669?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/5887760532121175669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-its-better-to-put-it-in-fairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/5887760532121175669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/5887760532121175669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-its-better-to-put-it-in-fairy.html' title='Sometimes, Its Better To Put It In Fairy Tales..!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKX0o-_-dI/AAAAAAAAACE/f4Ax_Nkt-8A/s72-c/030547c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-9197384884872468881</id><published>2009-04-21T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:19:56.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Oh Where Are We Heading To..?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342003703872760402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKcEMYoKlI/AAAAAAAAACk/nQDOtnpYUb8/s400/ECA2S80WICADIPHK8CAG29DLBCAIWLNDDCALYL1Z6CAQUEP6ECAOIKPJZCA3VJSK7CAHY81BPCACMQWKECAG93S22CAQLNWZ5CAFBKDQHCAFETHNACAJX1GTSCAMB7GMJCAQEAPEKCAFGITKMCA6C0SIGCA5FS64E.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ok this one is just my view on what i think the next generation is like.....&lt;br /&gt;Orkut,Facebook etc..what wonderful networks !!....lets you keep in touch with friends,...get connected with people you haven't met in absolutely ages.It Also however lets you take those annoying quizzes and poke people and let people into your world...But what caught my eye today is how the younger generation.. ( well.Okay! Im one of them too..but there can be exceptions,rite?)..views the world....!&lt;br /&gt;I read a random note that a certain person wrote who will remain unnamed,its his take on the world, which includes playstations, being on the net all day and getting his girlfriend to call him via means of telling their mutual friends to call her and tell her to call him.either way this is not what Im on about....what surprised me more is how aware these teenagers are..all I read was about Kohl pencils needed, parlours not being open on a set day and how inconvenient it is as the hair cannot be done...how happening or boring the former day's party was.!&lt;br /&gt;Are Kids who are born with a silver spoon so superficial??....and not aware of what&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKagV8m94I/AAAAAAAAACc/HHWK4Ui6mHc/s1600-h/0CAOLLUN4CA4DJGGUCA4MMN30CA1KK30WCA81UHJVCAANDS7MCAGO41BFCATW5T93CA1UP2TGCAHS46DYCA6GFKMJCAVSQZ52CAIBTIWMCA6G83FKCAJGNXWBCAN87NQSCA858EH3CAWT8WPFCAQE6P24CA8BFE9G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342001988452677506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKagV8m94I/AAAAAAAAACc/HHWK4Ui6mHc/s400/0CAOLLUN4CA4DJGGUCA4MMN30CA1KK30WCA81UHJVCAANDS7MCAGO41BFCATW5T93CA1UP2TGCAHS46DYCA6GFKMJCAVSQZ52CAIBTIWMCA6G83FKCAJGNXWBCAN87NQSCA858EH3CAWT8WPFCAQE6P24CA8BFE9G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the world needs.??.. don't get me wrong.Im not saying that one should ignore technology and go on protests all the time....am just asking are these YOUNGSTERS- Our future....??what kind of future would that be...just of being self aware....and not bothered about anything else that really matters...Is this generation going to be known for being skinny couch potatoes!..who want to be famous but only in rapping or being on TV!???my question is if everyone is on TV, who does the watching???&lt;br /&gt;Now I know many of you will say this isn't so, and there are millions of kids who re-cycle and help the needy, run marathons for cancer re-search, volunteer on a regular basis... may I add that I am not talking about these kids...!&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you bit of background about where I am coming from and why this shocks me sooo much!!!...I grew up with parents who gave me the best they could but also showed me that there are people less privileged than I was, and also more privileged than I was...I was taught not to take things for granted and that however small the act, it can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;It pains&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKfyuiYhKI/AAAAAAAAADc/dQ07U6-AfsY/s1600-h/1CAUEEKQUCAZSHKV1CAGQLBACCAMYPQA6CA9E8F8TCA6K84KUCAG4BEBKCAIM6ENICAPQGAKFCA2ZMHAHCAB0M9OUCAIHHNECCAKWNTZZCA5RIEDECA95005RCABSID2ECAL9MNMVCA8CX0AGCAQYYL3YCAL1UO5H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342007801849349282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKfyuiYhKI/AAAAAAAAADc/dQ07U6-AfsY/s400/1CAUEEKQUCAZSHKV1CAGQLBACCAMYPQA6CA9E8F8TCA6K84KUCAG4BEBKCAIM6ENICAPQGAKFCA2ZMHAHCAB0M9OUCAIHHNECCAKWNTZZCA5RIEDECA95005RCABSID2ECAL9MNMVCA8CX0AGCAQYYL3YCAL1UO5H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me to see that things that we should be aware of, teenagers in my country who are born in a very well to do families( cream of the society) aren't shown this...or maybe its just teenagers that I know....!&lt;br /&gt;I maybe completely wrong blogging this...&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, just maybe ..... someone reading this will stop and think if they have done something today for someone other than themselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-9197384884872468881?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/9197384884872468881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohwhere-are-we-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/9197384884872468881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/9197384884872468881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohwhere-are-we-going.html' title='Where Oh Where Are We Heading To..?!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiKcEMYoKlI/AAAAAAAAACk/nQDOtnpYUb8/s72-c/ECA2S80WICADIPHK8CAG29DLBCAIWLNDDCALYL1Z6CAQUEP6ECAOIKPJZCA3VJSK7CAHY81BPCACMQWKECAG93S22CAQLNWZ5CAFBKDQHCAFETHNACAJX1GTSCAMB7GMJCAQEAPEKCAFGITKMCA6C0SIGCA5FS64E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-1554375562339851422</id><published>2009-04-21T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:54:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched By You !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJhl9LOPaI/AAAAAAAAABk/YKSGBSwVp7o/s1600-h/as-miss-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341939412719517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJhl9LOPaI/AAAAAAAAABk/YKSGBSwVp7o/s400/as-miss-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside of me there is a place where my sweetest dreams reside, where my highest hopes are kept alive, where my deepest feelings are felt and where my favorite memories are safe and warm. I find that you're on my mind more often than any other thought. Sometimes I bring you there purposely just to make my day brighter. But more often, you surprise me and find your own ways into my thoughts. There are even times when I awaken, I realize that you've been a part of my dreams. Then during the day, when my imagination is free to run, it takes me into your arms and allows me to linger there knowing there's nothing I'd rather do. I know my thoughts are only reflecting the loving hopes of my heart because whenever they wander, they always take me to you ! :)&lt;br /&gt;Only the most special things in my world get to come inside my heart and stay. And now, I realize how deeply my life has been touched by you. !!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-1554375562339851422?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/1554375562339851422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/touched-by-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1554375562339851422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/1554375562339851422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/touched-by-you.html' title='Touched By You !!'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJhl9LOPaI/AAAAAAAAABk/YKSGBSwVp7o/s72-c/as-miss-27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-8112973191997098278</id><published>2009-04-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:57:38.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Legacy.'/><title type='text'>Random !</title><content type='html'>Oh blog I've missed thee :(! Today,I'm making a resolution to come back atleast weekly to write (yea,I know I'll break that agn!: ). I wanna write abt my job and how incredibly stupid,people are. But I wld just rant and ramble on &amp;amp; on....!&lt;br /&gt;Got my third pay cheque today !:D &amp;amp; now I know how nice &amp;amp; cool it is to have a steady income.:) I've been living all alone in this city for 4 months now &amp;amp;u know what?I don't get lost any more. 8)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how much longer my vehicle is gonna last, it's making funny noises. Saving up some BIG money to buy a new one,although I wont b giving away my sexy scooty.My first Baby afterall! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitten&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJMzjiEe6I/AAAAAAAAABc/orhmcLwp7FY/s1600-h/6a00c2252148a0549d00e3989a56f80005-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341916556610010018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJMzjiEe6I/AAAAAAAAABc/orhmcLwp7FY/s400/6a00c2252148a0549d00e3989a56f80005-500pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saved from the Stray dogs is still with me!:) Named her Shiver !! :D. Pretty annoying creature I must confess.But she's still cute though. ;):P And besides ..as of now..I have just 2 means to find refuge from the loniless - Music &amp;amp; Shiver! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately,my neighbour's dog(heard them call him -Raja!? :D) has been waking me up in the morning crying to be let in. Damn! it's super cold out, why the hell are they leaving it outside?! I so want to freak out &amp;amp; ask why they keep repeating such an unhuman act nyt after nyt!:X..but who knws what type of people they are !:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.Gudnyt!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-8112973191997098278?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/8112973191997098278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-blog-ive-missed-you-im-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/8112973191997098278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/8112973191997098278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-blog-ive-missed-you-im-making.html' title='Random !'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJMzjiEe6I/AAAAAAAAABc/orhmcLwp7FY/s72-c/6a00c2252148a0549d00e3989a56f80005-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-2337623775979179887</id><published>2009-04-20T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:17:32.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grateful Day.?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh..Uh..Yea! :)..sorry for not keeping in touch! {no particular reasons this tym}: (. So,how is life treating you all? Or sld I ask,how r u treating ur life?Oh !speakin of life,did u knw today is " Be Grateful Day " !I knw we hv all been very busy.And I agree tht life is so full of myseries and discomfort,never really a cake-walk.So wht on earth sld we b so grateful to life for anyway,right?But life is afterallnothin but the sum of all ur choices..it hs offered u all u hv asked fr..so rnt we suppposed to b grateful fr all those tyms and people who hv helped make ur life worthwhile ? yes..so today I thought I ' ll take this opportunity to thank all of you without whom my life wldnt b the same as it is today! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342203699228868018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNR9dJQfbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PTwcnN5-Z1w/s400/KCAE969LYCA8KW22ICAJWZF4CCAOLIBNPCA8QX84ECA7WZ87LCAXCTNGJCA4R165GCAAIUYRVCAEXWMNCCAS5IC6PCA6NZEKWCAVJHVKCCAS5CNO4CAWONDG7CA4R5UHKCAXFA67ZCAXBYBL7CAGMU2ZKCAD1YJLB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Firstly,circumstances and lifestyle might change,but we have and will always start and end wth a family.My family hs been wth me in all phases.both bad and gud.Thy hv always put theirs arms around my shoulders n bn thr whn I needed thm.When after a certain time you look back at life.u ' ll notice tht few of the greatest happiness u hv hd in life are the ones u spent wth ur family.The love of ur family is the biggest wealth 1 cld hv,&amp;amp; I hv it all!:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fantastic,Hilar&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNS9ME6WSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Epc5jxdl3U0/s1600-h/friendship_notes_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204794158864674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNS9ME6WSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Epc5jxdl3U0/s400/friendship_notes_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ious,Talented,Adorable,Sexy Friends wthout whom I wld b nowhr.Always wld b thr ,whn thy ' d rather b somwhr else.The ones who wld ask me hw Iam, &amp;amp; I ' d wthout being hesitant say,"Hey Im nt ok.Its been a lousy day and Im tired.Can I plz hv a hug? " :).Hey guys,thnx fr being thr.: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thn,A job tht I love,tht suits my personal needs,accomodates my necessary comf&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNTUq_OQYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gbvnOx0KcoE/s1600-h/YCAD1ACGMCAA4EW2LCA0D1AS0CAXTEG9OCAYPY249CADOGX2CCAD2BF39CAMZI4W4CA5JRBM9CATNGQ9BCA4IW2IGCA3SP2UECAW7V9PGCAVFW941CAMI5C29CAVCON4FCAJ9QNOCCANS23WECA7CHFSFCACICE0T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342205197593493890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNTUq_OQYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gbvnOx0KcoE/s400/YCAD1ACGMCAA4EW2LCA0D1AS0CAXTEG9OCAYPY249CADOGX2CCAD2BF39CAMZI4W4CA5JRBM9CATNGQ9BCA4IW2IGCA3SP2UECAW7V9PGCAVFW941CAMI5C29CAVCON4FCAJ9QNOCCANS23WECA7CHFSFCACICE0T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ort needs..pays me a fair wage fr the work I do.But more importantly,it feeds and nourishes my soul coz I knw tht the work I do does gud fr othrs.My boss,who is a wonderful lady.who appreciates and trusts me wth responsibiltiesl.My colleagues,wth whom I hv a warm and gud relationship wth and make sure I ' m a happy and appreciated employee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last bt n&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNUCk6B3oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VS6ldi2aAbU/s1600-h/ZCARY0VJ1CA3PN5CACAWIRRDCCA2OUQ7KCAOB5NAGCA5QKDMXCANJV4MCCATQKSG5CAOGGXMCCAQ0FCBVCAAIY33ZCA248LEPCAI0R5HFCA57DNYQCA7II2OQCA9RNDRECAXE5T7UCAL2FS6XCA64X2GMCATFO03Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342205986235080322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNUCk6B3oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VS6ldi2aAbU/s400/ZCARY0VJ1CA3PN5CACAWIRRDCCA2OUQ7KCAOB5NAGCA5QKDMXCANJV4MCCATQKSG5CAOGGXMCCAQ0FCBVCAAIY33ZCA248LEPCAI0R5HFCA57DNYQCA7II2OQCA9RNDRECAXE5T7UCAL2FS6XCA64X2GMCATFO03Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t the least my Guru,Mrs.Padmasree Raghuram who introduced me to the beautiful art of classical dance.She hs silently &amp;amp; gladly suffered all my tantrums fr the past 11 yrs .She hs encouraged &amp;amp; lifted me from a stage of "nothin at all" to a stage of absolute glory &amp;amp; pride.I completely adore this woman &amp;amp; owe her all my success :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly,my life hs bn remarkable,wth lots of wondorous surprises evn whn hvin taken the road often travelled.Surprises &amp;amp; instances some evn most people in movies dnt experience,evn wth the most creative screen writers! :)...Thankgod!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{A special thnx to the person I secretly admire,to whom I owe this blog.Who untentionally hs inspired &amp;amp; influenced me to explore the wonderful world of Love.He may never knw or read this but my life owes a world of gratitude to him fr making me smile evry time I think of him! :)...Thankyou sweethandsome !:) }&lt;br /&gt;So...thts it...Love ur life &amp;amp; b grateful fr wht u hv..continue to follow ur bliss &amp;amp; heart! :)..&lt;br /&gt;Gudluck,Godbless !:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-2337623775979179887?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/2337623775979179887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/err.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/2337623775979179887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/2337623775979179887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/err.html' title='A Grateful Day.?!?'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNR9dJQfbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PTwcnN5-Z1w/s72-c/KCAE969LYCA8KW22ICAJWZF4CCAOLIBNPCA8QX84ECA7WZ87LCAXCTNGJCA4R165GCAAIUYRVCAEXWMNCCAS5IC6PCA6NZEKWCAVJHVKCCAS5CNO4CAWONDG7CA4R5UHKCAXFA67ZCAXBYBL7CAGMU2ZKCAD1YJLB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-4725158105814113280</id><published>2009-04-20T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:27:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Poli" "Tics"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNYfzNsMaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R7WHPUJDaaI/s1600-h/politics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342210886338359714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 520px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 534px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNYfzNsMaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R7WHPUJDaaI/s400/politics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn’t it funny how the word ‘politics’ is made up of the words ‘poli’ meaning ‘many’ in Latin, and ‘tics’ as in ‘bloodsucking creatures’?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all !! Gudnyt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-4725158105814113280?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/4725158105814113280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/poli-tics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4725158105814113280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4725158105814113280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/poli-tics.html' title='&quot;Poli&quot; &quot;Tics&quot;'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNYfzNsMaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R7WHPUJDaaI/s72-c/politics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-6112227037233464440</id><published>2009-04-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:11:39.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History Repeats Itself !</title><content type='html'>You ever wonder why we never learn from our past experiences....Makes me think, is it because we would rather live with what is similar or we are scared to venture into the unknown.....&lt;br /&gt;Or is it social stigma that we are afraid of...I come from a very complicated society..people judge you based on your religion, your sex, even the state you come from.... well yes i do know many of you guys will say that that's every where... some more than others...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it tiring to go through the same thing again and again..is it hope that makes us think something different will happen this time or is it the divine miracle we wait for or believe is going to happen....&lt;br /&gt;No..I am not talking about work experiences..(trust me if you don't learn from them then honey... you are not in the right field)....but am talking about living with the devil... just because u don't know how to swim in the deep blue sea....!!!I mean ... What if the sea is warm and if you just relax you'll float!!....&lt;br /&gt;huhhh...now am babbling but maybe that's just what I need to get over this feeling...this insecurity,...peace... I want Peace..!! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE..!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-6112227037233464440?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/6112227037233464440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-ever-wonder-why-we-never-learn-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6112227037233464440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/6112227037233464440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-ever-wonder-why-we-never-learn-from.html' title='History Repeats Itself !'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-4020995098590199528</id><published>2009-04-20T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:35:33.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJj8eADJdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cgf-B-4Ir4o/s1600-h/pc38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341941998511400402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJj8eADJdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cgf-B-4Ir4o/s400/pc38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Solitary answered:&lt;br /&gt;"Such a Form Full well I recollect.&lt;br /&gt;We often crossed,Each other's path but, as the Intruder seemed,&lt;br /&gt;Fondly to prize the silence which he kept, And I as willingly did cherish mine, We met, and passed, like shadows.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard, From my good Host,that being crazed in brain ,&lt;br /&gt;By unrequited love, he scaled the rocks,&lt;br /&gt;Dived into caves, and pierced the matted woods,&lt;br /&gt;In hope to find some virtuous herb of power To cure his malady ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-William Wordsworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit awake and in the middle of the night, I'm thinking of all the things I should have said, and maybe, just maybe, you'd be here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-4020995098590199528?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/4020995098590199528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/solitary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4020995098590199528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/4020995098590199528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/solitary.html' title='Solitary !'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiJj8eADJdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cgf-B-4Ir4o/s72-c/pc38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-2863295067526714394</id><published>2009-04-20T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:56:57.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Instinct Lecture !</title><content type='html'>Arriving home, full of inspirations and melancholy that "Love Instinct"talk gave me. There should be a better word for the way I feel, but I don't know what it is.But that sure made me a bit more confident about what I feel.Atleast the courage that I aint the only one in the world who feels for a stranger! And all the while I keep riding this high, trying to hold on to it before it fades out completely &amp;amp; trying to remember the last time I saw him. Damn!!! Its bn almost 2 years now u know! Iam surprised at this entire funny trouble I created for myself. But I cant help it now...Its become a habit.:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading the week ahead.We have the so popular "Theme skits "coming up &amp;amp; I hate to say that Iam not prepared for it yet.but in the meantime I have the bliss of a Sunday.So I'll relax ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228059642815787246-2863295067526714394?l=sneharmenon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/feeds/2863295067526714394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-instinct-lecture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/2863295067526714394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228059642815787246/posts/default/2863295067526714394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneharmenon.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-instinct-lecture.html' title='Love Instinct Lecture !'/><author><name>Sneha Menon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181071654150753567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/TKBGIDRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ohvAuEFPcbI/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228059642815787246.post-8458967046411609955</id><published>2009-04-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:36:20.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog.! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNKswHRicI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yBgOQPW_z1E/s1600-h/1CA7T6AJKCA7KIVHRCAMMLRY4CAARYGSMCA7O873ICAC5RW1WCAAEAPQKCAS31IRECATCU8ZBCAWC4LHHCA4B30A2CATBJZGYCAU5LFEWCARD003NCAS66BEJCAG99ZEVCACC1MEOCAJVN46UCA5JY0L6CANIAQDK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342195715681651138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNKswHRicI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yBgOQPW_z1E/s400/1CA7T6AJKCA7KIVHRCAMMLRY4CAARYGSMCA7O873ICAC5RW1WCAAEAPQKCAS31IRECATCU8ZBCAWC4LHHCA4B30A2CATBJZGYCAU5LFEWCARD003NCAS66BEJCAG99ZEVCACC1MEOCAJVN46UCA5JY0L6CANIAQDK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes my first blog...Congrats to me! Whee !:D&lt;br /&gt;Well...hmmm... speaking of blog..honestly, I have no idea what Iam supposed to write..:s..and moreover if u think Iam gonna use this as a medium to showcase my writing skills..I tell u...u r in for quite a jolt!..coz I cant write for nuts!:.. But&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNK6W1I0iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/a53dsW4PINU/s1600-h/grin804l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342195949412864546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNK6W1I0iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/a53dsW4PINU/s400/grin804l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I ' ll take this as an opportunity to share some good quotes,jokes,thoughts,poems,experiences etc.&lt;br /&gt;I remember those days when I used to religiously write diaries..ofcourse all my frnds do knw abt it :) ..well I intend to do somthin similar here too but without fidgitting too much with my personal life(tht means no mention abt my family &amp;amp; folks)...This will solely b a place which would reflect my thoughts,my inspirations,my views so on n so forth. Well...thts enough of an intro..I know tht wsnt even close to any sensible blog..But wait...I ' m sleepy &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNMSHFPISI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYz5auYU9uE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197457013907746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IylG8sUKelg/SiNMSHFPISI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYz5auYU9uE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now and my senses r out..So will b back again when my senses r back in place..before leaving I would like to scribble a few lines frm Robert Frost ' s poem...&lt;br /&gt;" The woods are lovely,dark and deep..&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep..&lt;br /&gt;Ah !!who cares...Im off to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! who cares...Im off to sleep ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw...Robert Frost would die twice if he reads this..:D.. 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