<?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-35948055</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:05:51.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Reflections*</title><subtitle type='html'>There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116073000930059039</id><published>2006-09-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T06:28:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/1600/rami.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/400/rami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm...it's been a very long time, i could'nt turn back. Engaged life... so far so good:) These two bloomed "Brahmakamala" (night queen) flowers in our garden evoked few thoughts in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/1600/Picture%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116073000930059039?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116073000930059039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116073000930059039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116073000930059039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116073000930059039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2006/09/born-to-be-one.html' title='Born to be one...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072980411338401</id><published>2006-05-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:56:44.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3896/4009/1600/Sometimes....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3896/4009/400/Sometimes....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072980411338401?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072980411338401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072980411338401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072980411338401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072980411338401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072912423966903</id><published>2006-04-30T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T06:36:30.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$ Akshaya tritiya $</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Today is Akshaya tritiya...What is the day all about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Heard…if we buy gold or garments or any superior thing on this particular day…it’s going to be “akshaya”. People are crazy enough to pre-book the ornaments to buy on this particular day and believe it’s going to be perpetual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The word akshaya literally means “everlasting”. People prefer this propitious day to start their business or to enter the newly built house, to perform sacred ceremonies or to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The much hyped Akshaya tritiya is considered as one among the most auspicious days of vedic calendar. It is also said that the day is so auspicious that one need not check muhurthas for any timings on this day. The day is spiritual &amp; is preferred to perform poojas, donate or give aid to the needy. But the recent trends show that the day is meant only to buy gold &amp;amp; worship goddess Laxmi. Gold council has commercialized the concept of course. Seasonally, Gold prices have hiked up like anything but it doesn’t matter. Once in a year at least women are justified for what they demand. Don’t miss it!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Me? Nope…I got it 3 weeks back when it priced better than now ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072912423966903?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072912423966903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072912423966903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072912423966903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072912423966903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2006/05/akshaya-tritiya.html' title='$ Akshaya tritiya $'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072892229754127</id><published>2006-03-17T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:42:02.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Astro studies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was going through some informative Astro sites &amp; numerology kinda things this week:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kshitijs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.kshitijs.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . It's pretty cool &amp;amp; factual. U can check with ur birth chart, planetary motions &amp; the chart- matching over here...&amp;amp; it's all the free stuff. Thanks to Kshitij!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vaastuinternational.com/numerology.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://vaastuinternational.com/numerology.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Just go &amp; check ur lucky numbers here...if u dont have one;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072892229754127?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072892229754127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072892229754127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072892229754127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072892229754127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2006/03/astro-studies.html' title='(Astro studies)'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072864423010259</id><published>2006-02-14T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T07:18:02.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of Love*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Heart touching mail, I received from a friend. …it’s truly evocative. The times when we are in a relationship…be it friendship or having found our soul mates, when we are concerned about &amp; are proud to be with them in the present state when we cheer around celebrating Valentines Day… how long do we last in the relationship? How far we take care of each other’s feelings? Do we sense beyond gifts &amp;amp; partying that how strong is the base of our relation? We need to pose ourselves “Are we committed for long”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just check the mail unfolding the relation between 2 lovely, innocent birds…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. A flock of birds was spending great time searching for food and playing on the main road. Out of the sudden, a big truck sped through... sad thing had happened again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/1600/r1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/320/r1.0.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/1600/r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birds can feel too. Although this bird had already died, another bird flew over to her immediately, just like a family member, unable to accept the truth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/320/r2.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not long after that, another car stormed in causing the dead bird's body to whirl with the wind. The spouse noticed the movement. As if she was still alive, he quickly flew beside her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/320/r3.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He stayed beside her and yelled ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"WHY ARE YOU NOT GETTING UP!?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/320/r4.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately, she's no longer able to hear him. In the meantime, he's trying to lift her up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/320/r5.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He, of course, was unable to bear the burden. Another car soon passed by. He quickly flew off. Once the car had gone, he came down again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/320/r6.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although other birds told him it’s useless, he never gave up. He was trying his best to lift her up to see her flying again. Another car passed by, her dead body whirled again as if still alive and trying to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/722/320/r7.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He had used all of his energy, however... The photographer said he couldn't shoot any longer. The photographer was so worried that the living bird was going to get hurt by passing cars. So he picked up the dead bird and left it at the roadside. The live one still lingered at a nearby tree as if crying with his singing and refused to leave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do humans have the same feelings nowadays? I wonder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If Some Body has fallen who cares&lt;/span&gt;....?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it’s true. And if the person is our own, it takes a little time to replace the person….we humans! How easily we let go somebody for silly reasons, tiny misunderstandings, lack of adjustments &amp; sometimes for our self-centered desires.That somebody may be a family member, a friend or a person we preferred as soul mate. Becos of Ill health, loss of wealth, sometimes to shape our career, sometimes to escape society tittle-tattle and sometimes to maintain our prestige &amp;amp; we are sometimes just helpless to bump into some circumstances and we finally let them go ... just let them go. We forget that love, that faith &amp; that commitment &amp;amp; the feelings we had shared once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess, these birds are invoking in us the real meaning of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072864423010259?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072864423010259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072864423010259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072864423010259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072864423010259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2006/02/essence-of-love.html' title='The Essence of Love*'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072836177964172</id><published>2006-01-01T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:32:41.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ew Year is here again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bringing inn new dreams, new hopes, new ambitions, new wishes, &amp; new facts of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoping this year to be full of love, success, &amp;amp; prosperity to all of us…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup…The very first Day of the year, my Birthday too…so obviously, it went good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Calls from near &amp; dear ones…lots of enjoyment &amp;amp; fun, certainly compelled me to feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wish this year to be wonderful …each day to be successful, &amp; every moment to be cheerful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Very Happy New Year to all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072836177964172?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072836177964172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072836177964172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072836177964172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072836177964172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2006/01/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072820284648075</id><published>2005-11-15T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:30:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heyy cutyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3896/4009/1600/adithi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3896/4009/320/adithi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is adithi.... daughter of a friend's friend..&lt;br /&gt;A file photo recieved earlier... But today is children's day haan &amp; adithi is looking very cute.&lt;br /&gt;Oh .. dont see me that way..i m feeling shy ;)&lt;br /&gt;(must b trying to say i guess:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072820284648075?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072820284648075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072820284648075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072820284648075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072820284648075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/11/heyy-cutyyy.html' title='heyy cutyyy'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072785904379932</id><published>2005-11-01T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:26:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samraksha- 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samraksha 2005 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;District seminar on environmental protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Date&amp; Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;30th Sunday, 4.30 P.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alva’s college, Moodubidri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was there to be acquainted with :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The event was remarkable indeed. Topics discussed were customary… environment protection, endangered wild life, &amp;amp; sustainable development. But surely got to know some interesting facts about our own surroundings, plant &amp; animal life around us &amp;amp; how we can use this simple knowledge in understanding the climatic conditions&amp; weather forecasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Mohan Alva’s&lt;/strong&gt; unique collection of antiques, paintings, photos &amp;amp; statuettes were special attraction. He has the assortment of over 1000 &lt;strong&gt;ganesh idols&lt;/strong&gt; in different forms &amp; poses. Laudable creativity …He himself performed a hunter man dance &amp;amp; his students presented some other folk dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The main objective behind my presence there however was to explore Moodubidri. The day went thriving. The historic &lt;strong&gt;1000 pillars Jain Basadi temple&lt;/strong&gt; is splendid. It’s marvelous architecture &amp; sculptures…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then, the visit to&lt;strong&gt; Soans farm&lt;/strong&gt; which is actually a fruit garden. It covers about 80 acres of land…&lt;strong&gt;Rambutans&lt;/strong&gt;, different types of cherry trees, pineapples grown in the long rows, Malaysian bamboos…&amp;amp; yes, the &lt;strong&gt;durian fruit&lt;/strong&gt; tree..Aaaaah. But unfortunately, the season was off, &amp; could not see any durians. Mr. L.C Soans, who is the proprietor of the farm, was describing each &amp;amp; every fruit tree &amp; while speaking about durians, he said it tastes great and mostly popular among South East Asians. People here do not prefer it because of its bad odor. He recalled an Englishman saying “&lt;strong&gt;It tastes like heaven but smells like hell&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The final visit was to &lt;strong&gt;Shobhavana &lt;/strong&gt;(in the place called Mijar), the garden of medicinal plants &amp;amp; herbs. It is only 7 years Old as it was built by Dr. Alva in memory of his deceased wife. One can see the beauty of nature revealed there. The rare species of plants useful in the treatment of various diseases &amp;amp; also the plants corresponding to our stars, moon signs, zodiac signs, planets, the saptharishis, gotras and what not...… Have only heard about these plants before… now, got to see it. Another amazing thing was to see the&lt;strong&gt; panchamukhi rudraksha&lt;/strong&gt; tree which is otherwise found in sub tropical climatic regions like Himalayas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It seemed as if the whole day was dedicated to the nature’s grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072785904379932?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072785904379932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072785904379932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072785904379932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072785904379932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/11/samraksha-2005.html' title='Samraksha- 2005'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072754590432581</id><published>2005-10-11T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:19:05.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's for sure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3896/4009/1600/people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3896/4009/400/people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072754590432581?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072754590432581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072754590432581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072754590432581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072754590432581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/10/thats-for-sure.html' title='That&apos;s for sure...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072730732785359</id><published>2005-10-10T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:15:07.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday or a funday?</title><content type='html'>Should I call it a fun or is it an awful thing that happened today…Still wondering how such a blunder happened. To a person whom I was chatting for such a long time...who had been one among a few best friends...he’s not the one whom I identified in the previous snaps. A couple of snaps not 1 or 2…&amp; every time, I mistook for somebody else…&lt;strong&gt;oh god…how could this happen&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he sent a link of an album. I was searching but couldn’t find him. Again I was probing into his absence in those snaps. Skeptically I asked... who is the other guy with ur friends? He could not figure out perhaps “&lt;strong&gt;which snap&lt;/strong&gt;?” he asked. “&lt;strong&gt;The one in black T shirt&lt;/strong&gt;” I posed in coy. I was stunned to hear “&lt;strong&gt;It’s me re!&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fright it was. … still not able to digest the fact. Anyways, I don’t think it makes any difference in the relation as the conversation was not with the snap but with the person. Still thinking how bad the person must have felt for this error of mine, as I was not able to co- relate to the face of the person I was chatting. Timidly, I could only say “ I am sorry”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever to forget this episode :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072730732785359?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072730732785359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072730732785359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072730732785359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072730732785359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-or-funday.html' title='Sunday or a funday?'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072711448389148</id><published>2005-08-15T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:11:54.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Oh God!... It’s really been a long time that I haven’t posted anything on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I am still wondering why this break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Was I not interested in sitting and writing down something or was it the time which I couldn’t manage…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Whatever…I believe sharing or expressing a few thoughts through blogging is worth a few minutes once in a while…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Okay….let me see this break doesn’t repeat again:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Hey...today’s Independence Day too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Aahh...I commit to memory…that school assembly…flag hoisting….. Sweets… various competitions…cultural programs.. &amp; eagerly waiting for announced prizes;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Today the very perception of Indian independence is not mere celebration but to know the real meaning &amp; purpose of freedom ...To know our duty &amp;amp; to work towards the nation’s progress.Let’s be proud to be a part of this nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Happy Independence Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072711448389148?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072711448389148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072711448389148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072711448389148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072711448389148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-break.html' title='After the break...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072446317007128</id><published>2005-04-02T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:34:14.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool's day $...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Fool's Day&lt;/strong&gt; or All Fools' Day is a notable day, celebrated by the execution of hoaxes and practical jokes of varying sophistication with the goal of having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The custom of playing practical jokes on April Fool's Day is very widespread and of uncertain origins. The victim of a joke is known in English as an April Fool; in Scots as a gowk (cuckoo or fool); and in French as a poisson d'avril (April fish). It has been suggested the custom may have had something to do with the move of the New Year's date, when people who forgot or didn't accept the new date system were given invitations to nonexistent parties, funny gifts, etc. Today, observed almost by all age groups to take a break from the busy schedule &amp; rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "for-fun-only" observance., Pranks performed on April fool’s Day range from the simple, such as saying, "Your shoe's untied!” or setting a roommate's alarm clock back an hour … Whatever the prank, the trickster usually ends it by yelling to his victim,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"April Fool!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Back to the memory lane, I remember an April fool’s day when I was undergoing coaching for civil service exams in the Mangalore University. My hostel mates were quite intelligent who were aware of the next day gimmicks. The previous day itself, were posing challenges to each other …they couldn’t be fooled ever. Next day morning, all of us had breakfast together in the mess, &amp;amp; left the place. I remembered, I haven’t had tea as it was too hot &amp; went back there to have one. The mess boy returned Rs.50 &amp;amp; notified, the monthly mess fees which were paid the previous day were slashed since this month, so inform others too to collect the money from me. I shook my head, &amp; came back to my room with a new scheme to make this fool’s day momentous. I informed one of my neighbors seriously, “the mess fees we paid yesterday are increased as of this month. I paid my money. You people are asked to pay immediately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”This girl knocked each door &amp;amp; the news spread like any buzz, all the girls formed meeting &amp; collecting the money headed towards the mess. I was waiting in my room for my roommate (who was my best friend too), to tell these funnies but before I said anything, she too ran away to mess with 50 Rs. I dint stop…one more feather in the cap:))I was waiting for the blast when the girls arrived, but amazing! No reaction. They behaved normally. “Did u pay?”, I asked. All shook head. Guess, the mess boy was clever enuff, collected money &amp;amp; sat quiet. Then, I confessed, “U people are fooled, we don’t have to pay ...but we are to get money back as the mess bills are slashed from this month.” Shock! Surprise! &amp; Tension!...all fools have paid money &amp;amp; the lad has kept it with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hustle and bustle …all girls formed a mass, ran down to the mess, found him out &amp; asked the money back. Warden was there itself…&amp;amp; he gave each of them Rs. 50 back. “the other 50??” they yelled . “It’s only 50 to return” he said. Warden was watching.... “only 50/ to be given back…he has given that, right?”. Girls anxiously… “No mam… he has to give 50/more which we paid some time ago because of our buddy’s “April Fool” passion. There loomed the boy; laughing &amp; blaring …returned the bonus :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls, Warden &amp;amp; the boy…couldn’t resist mirth … the fun was pretty memorable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year."-- Mark Twain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmmmm…quite true ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072446317007128?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072446317007128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072446317007128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072446317007128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072446317007128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/04/fools-day.html' title='Fool&apos;s day $...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072374477033523</id><published>2005-03-04T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:20:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Ma'am with Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ith the light of knowledge, with the light of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The light of good deeds to show me the right path&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one who lit my lamp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day in my school,&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of unknowns,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one who hugged me and blessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An immense inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;A spring of encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the souvenir of my vision and strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My child” she said, “Do your work with mastery”,&lt;br /&gt;No issues she had, her pupils made her history,&lt;br /&gt;Cancer stricken her last days, her death’s a great misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one …Yes, She is the one,&lt;br /&gt;The one I look up to, the one I adore,&lt;br /&gt;The one I admire for all her endurance and assistance…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Words are not enough to define the bond we shared .The legacy she left with me, is an over all feeling, indefinable and indescribable, to be carried with me throughout my life. The news I got about her death made me recollect our good old days.Her soul to be rested in peace, indeed a great teacher with a great smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072374477033523?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072374477033523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072374477033523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072374477033523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072374477033523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-maam-with-love.html' title='To Ma&apos;am with Love...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072350246214845</id><published>2005-02-19T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:17:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Writer#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything and everything under the sun, and beyond it, qualifies as a subject to write. When we speak about writings, the aim is not to be comprehensive or exhaustive, but to give an idea of how a subject may be treated - how to begin, how to develop the theme, and how to end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has always been an inner urge to write something whenever the streams of thoughts flow. Sometimes, we feel it vital to preserve our thoughts and assemble those. &lt;strong&gt;He writes nothing whose writings are not read &lt;/strong&gt;:). So, got a few postings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember a young man who professed a desire to become a “&lt;strong&gt;great writer&lt;/strong&gt;”. When asked to define “ &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;”, he said “I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, wail, and howl in pain, desperation, and anger!”He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages :-))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072350246214845?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072350246214845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072350246214845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072350246214845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072350246214845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/02/great-writer.html' title='A Great Writer#'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072303431248188</id><published>2005-02-10T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T06:14:28.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bf:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s time for valentines…..all boy friends &amp; girlfriends to greet, gift, wish, party, disco…hmmm love’s in the air ( naa...water, clouds, rocks, parks n beaches too). Young adults are all set to rock .No matter, Page 3 theme next day. Community shouting for &amp;amp; against a day … But our people are all red. After all “It’s my life” theory. Old concept of love swapped by the new one. Heard somebody saying&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“True love is like a ghost, everybody talks about….a few have seen:)”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember a fine valentine day morning while i entered a chatroom to get rid of tedium. The short form used for everything put me on an embarrassing moment. A friend on chat asked “u had a bf?” I said “yeah….had one….was in urgent, so left in between… guess I m hungry now”. Ohhhh…. came the voice there.. “ SO u change b/fs session by session? Hot gal eh!” I could not comprehend…what does this guy mean. “Boy. What are u speaking about? I said.. I had my morning breakfast( b/f)…was in a hurry. So left in between”. Later, he clarified, he asked whether I had a boyfriend (b/f)." No man...i dont"...I could not stop giggling…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the comedy of errors ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072303431248188?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072303431248188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072303431248188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072303431248188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072303431248188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-bf.html' title='My bf:)'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948055.post-116072262410034517</id><published>2005-02-02T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:58:54.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think it over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hiii folks, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s something to say about our thoughts and actions. No…this isn’t an essay but a few encouraging words to put those wonderful thoughts of us in right actions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think therefore I am” said Descartes, the famous French Philosopher. For him, our thoughts determined us as entities. This is true to a very large extent, as our actions are preceded by thoughts, either at the conscious or sub conscious level. In a somewhat different context, the German playwright had said." There are two kinds of men in this world, men of thought and men of action. Think like men of thought, act like the men of action." However, thoughts being at an abstract level are not tangible enough to take notice of. Hence, we are judged only by our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who before starting any project, often say “If I had money, if I had more support, if I had…”and so on. Such persons are involved in so many If’s that their projects are never given a start. Despite providing all basic needs, you hear them saying, “Yes, it’s there, but still I think if…” These people termed as negative thinkers never achieve their goal in life. Even God never supports persons who do not help themselves. We need to think positive, know our power of thinking, Know who are we and what can we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when we wake up, we have a new day ahead of us in which we can be whatever we choose. We can recreate ourselves daily, especially when we consciously choose to let go old resentments, grudges, patterns and fears. Affirm yourself, “I choose to be loving, peaceful, joyous, prosperous and patient with myself and others.” Once we make our intent known to our subconscious by that affirmation, it will co-operate in helping us create the reality. Make sure, you are affirming what you want to create, not what you don’t want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right thinking always helps in achieving our goals. When we begin to think right, objectively rather than emotionally, positively rather than negatively, we can resolutely take corrective action. Since a thought is something that goes on in our mind and something that we can control if we have the will to do so whereas discouragement is an accumulation of gloomy thoughts, we can chose to either entertain these thoughts or throw these out. The best way would be to bring out our right thoughts and put it in the right way of action as it is mentioned before, we are judged by our actions, not thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive thinking is vital to the processes that one guaranteed, to keep our spirit high, so high indeed that discouragement cannot break it. The positive thinker is a creative thinker, a cool, objective thinker in whatever situation he finds himself. Every obstacle is a stepping stone to a miracle. A problem for him contains the seeds of its own solution. As it is said, that in difficulty there is buried some great possibility. Problems are not inherently something to flee or avoid. Stand up to it; believe it may contain amazingly great values in it. Keep a watch on yourself, your thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie. T. Russell has rightly said, “We are all great actors and we are free to play any role we choose. So, if the role you have been playing is not bringing you joy and happiness, look inside, see what role would make your inner child happy and make your heart sing. You are free to be …..Let your heart guide you to be who you want to be at this moment, and then the next…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948055-116072262410034517?l=ramyashetty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/feeds/116072262410034517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35948055&amp;postID=116072262410034517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072262410034517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948055/posts/default/116072262410034517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramyashetty.blogspot.com/2005/02/think-it-over.html' title='Think it over...'/><author><name>Ramya Hegde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112091776933353039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3896/4009/320/598075/ru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
