<?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-2084075099087619206</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:51:02.381-07:00</updated><category term='shona'/><title type='text'>Brook in the City</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-94363472804814192</id><published>2010-06-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:49:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions or Superstions ?</title><content type='html'>A readers comment on &lt;a href="http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/2010/06/22/so-what-do-our-children-owe-us/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+wordpress%2FQiZq+%28The+Life+and+Times+of+an+Indian+Homemaker%29"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by IHM got me to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if traditions or customs that were meant to be a boon in the good(?) old days have become a bane.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if some so called traditions/customs are actually superstitions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have &lt;i&gt;a few&lt;/i&gt; superstions now.. Most of us have some quirk or the other don't we.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A lucky t shirt a lucky ring etc., - whats yours?&lt;br /&gt;In fact some people who are in love and decided to marry also insist on&amp;nbsp; matching horoscopes. &lt;br /&gt;"Till death do us apart !!" but wait maybe horoscopes do us apart, huh..&lt;br /&gt;And I thought Love was unconditional.. Guess sometimes one or two conditions may be attached :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I always defied the norms.. We used to play lotto/tambola and i would try to take a ticket with number 13. Lucky for me .. You see I am different I would say. A black cat crosses path, I would smile and say.. Good Gracious it crossed my path, lets see if it is fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess as kids we are more logical. Looking for answers. and as we grow we imbibe certain preconceived notions, others logic of right and wrong others perceptions etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a sex education class when we were in school(class 8, if i remember right), and there were quite a few questions that we had asked the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; Father&lt;/i&gt; who was a guest-lecturer talking on the subject. It was an all girls catholic school.&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends wanted to know why during menstruation girls are not allowed to touch certain foods, enter the temple etc. He told us that is a custom followed by many but he said "I think its the purest blood, since it might have actually been used by the body for the baby." Those words just stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom once told not to touch fresh pickles that she was making when I had my periods. And I repeated what I heard from &lt;i&gt;The Father&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She did her regular poojas though she didnt go to temple during her periods ( she rarely went otherwise as well) " Bhagwan sab jagah hain" is what she said.&lt;br /&gt;After that she said do what your heart tells you is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe that God discriminates between man and woman or between women depending on their menstrual cycle. But then people do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In fact I once went to a temple and the pujari said asked me to wear something traditional and not jeans next time to the temple. I was shocked. I could see so many men/ guys wearing "Jeans" right there. I never went back to that temple again. Just didn't feel like.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is difficult to break certain customs/ traditions that we have  grown up seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then sleeping on the floor, not entering the kitchen, not touching certain foods etc is something that I find ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think priya Pickles or whatever brand of pickles is your fav. ask the women employees to take leave when they have periods? Lijjat has all women employees so do they not turn up for work for approx 5 days every month. It would be a good excuse to take leave if that were the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't the choice be made by the concerned person. I know of someone who had to follow this segregation thing because her grandmother insisted. She disliked it, but had no choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-94363472804814192?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/94363472804814192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=94363472804814192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/94363472804814192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/94363472804814192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2010/06/traditions-or-superstions.html' title='Traditions or Superstions ?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-2922508775003829163</id><published>2009-10-01T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:37:29.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shona'/><title type='text'>The world from your eyes..</title><content type='html'>I feel a little tingle on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;and I look under the table&lt;br /&gt;to find you lost in your little world&lt;br /&gt;Did I disturb you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look up and give me a coy smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you spot these little things that my eyes fail to see,&lt;br /&gt;A strand of black thread &lt;br /&gt;Lying on the carpet&lt;br /&gt;And you jump at it with excitement&lt;br /&gt;like its a shiny toy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grab everything you can lay your hands on&lt;br /&gt;and put it in your mouth..&lt;br /&gt;Your feet , my hands - who cares!!&lt;br /&gt;You act like everything is dipped in honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cry when the nurse gives you a shot&lt;br /&gt;And then smile the next minute when she talks to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could see the world from your eyes - little one.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't every day be treat to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-2922508775003829163?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2922508775003829163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=2922508775003829163' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2922508775003829163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2922508775003829163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-from-your-eyes.html' title='The world from your eyes..'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-6866695011739381137</id><published>2009-09-08T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:41:02.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work?</title><content type='html'>I am looking for a job though half-heartedly. I had planned to get back in the saddle once sona was 6 mths. And this was the conversation I had with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how would things be, I mean I am not sure if I "really" want it/ Yes a year back i would do anything for it...Yeah "anything". But today- I am not so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: "hmmm, why??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I want to be with Sona"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby: "Is that the only reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn !!! Are u reading me like a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Thats one of the reasons" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Its been quite a while too, and I feel like i have lost the edge "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself: I am nervous..thinking about Solilos blog: &lt;a href="http://mesoliloquy.wordpress.com/2009/08/30/what-would-you-do-if-you-knew-you-could-not-fail/"&gt;What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this &lt;a href="http://raisingraina.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-neighbor-was-in-mood-today.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132780122731029205"&gt;A Muser&lt;/a&gt; again gets me thinking. Yes i can so relate to every word.&lt;br /&gt;And yet that was what i had wanted for so long and I am not so sure now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I&amp;nbsp; shall figure out what I want in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-6866695011739381137?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6866695011739381137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=6866695011739381137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/6866695011739381137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/6866695011739381137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/09/work.html' title='work?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-8965835393697711939</id><published>2009-07-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:29:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>I was flipping channels and saw this airing..&lt;br /&gt;The book had been on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'to read&lt;/span&gt;' list for way too long, so decided to watch the movie before reading..&lt;br /&gt;I was glued to the seat, though I am not sure how much justice was done to the book by the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about a friendship between two kids transformed to akwardness due to guilt.. and how desperate one of them gets to part ways..&lt;br /&gt;And then it is about loyalty- a loyalty the does not question the facts at all, a loyalty that lasts a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt; And how life brings things that one wishes to bury, back in the forefront staring in your face.&lt;br /&gt;You run away from things once but can you run again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this is told in the backdrop of political unrest..how people stoop to levels unimaginable in such times, when preachers are the ones who commit the most gruesome sins..&lt;br /&gt;and you ask can there be a happy ending? is there hope?&lt;br /&gt;Grab a copy or watch the movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-8965835393697711939?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8965835393697711939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=8965835393697711939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/8965835393697711939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/8965835393697711939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/07/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-3125512118546862732</id><published>2009-07-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:34:07.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Jitters??</title><content type='html'>we have been planning a weekend getaway...&lt;br /&gt;everything is finalized now.. and here I get anxious about traveling with the little one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I dont think i am over-stressed...&lt;br /&gt;well for this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'small' &lt;/span&gt;weekend getaway- we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a 2 hrs drive to the city airport ( well ...I stay in a small town)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a 1 hr connecting flight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a 3 hr wait for final flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 &amp;amp; 1/2 hr flight to the destination city&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;EIGHT &amp;amp; HALF hours!!!! phew...i just realised that its this long while writing the post  &amp;amp; breaking down the time :(((.... I hadn't factored in the waiting time earlier &amp;amp; i still have not added the usual check in time omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a Rerun on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how will  I manage it...&lt;br /&gt;It will be a prelude to the India trip in waiting..&lt;br /&gt;and I ask myself, is it worth it? . Hope it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-3125512118546862732?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3125512118546862732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=3125512118546862732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/3125512118546862732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/3125512118546862732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-jitters.html' title='Weekend Jitters??'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-5983113698753085113</id><published>2009-05-28T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:55:01.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I tell you...</title><content type='html'>What do I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;What do I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see where I stand&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;What do I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too busy to even notice&lt;br /&gt;Me staring at you..&lt;br /&gt;Wondering&lt;br /&gt;What has changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that yesterday's&lt;br /&gt;yearning in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it get replaced with a blankness&lt;br /&gt;that I just fail to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;What do I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know that&lt;br /&gt;My words matter no more&lt;br /&gt;than a buzzing sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that time!, when you waited with bated breath&lt;br /&gt;to hear my voice, if for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;to see me, if for a glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has that time flown away&lt;br /&gt;and when did you become a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stranger &lt;/span&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here I am&lt;br /&gt;and I search for words...&lt;br /&gt;and fail to get them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do I tell you !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-5983113698753085113?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5983113698753085113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=5983113698753085113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/5983113698753085113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/5983113698753085113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-do-i-tell-you.html' title='What do I tell you...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-5787680206554225695</id><published>2009-05-03T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:50:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daggers..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes they are like daggers&lt;br /&gt;Piercing you through and through&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they are a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Soothing you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can lift your spirits&lt;br /&gt;Or they can dump you down&lt;br /&gt;in the pits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some&lt;br /&gt;That you wish linger for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;and then there are those&lt;br /&gt;that you wish you had&lt;br /&gt;the power to forget&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont people care enough&lt;br /&gt;To choose the right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they claim to have spoken the truth&lt;br /&gt;But I sigh&lt;br /&gt;Of what value is that truth&lt;br /&gt;when you do not know how it be told?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who&lt;br /&gt;trade truth for someones tears&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those who&lt;br /&gt;dont mind trading lies&lt;br /&gt;for someones smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: &lt;a href="http://indyeahforever.wordpress.com/2009/02/19/words/"&gt;Indyeah&lt;/a&gt;: I remember your post  on words.. I guess your words lingered with me too..&lt;br /&gt;hmm ur words left a trail of thoughts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-5787680206554225695?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5787680206554225695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=5787680206554225695' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/5787680206554225695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/5787680206554225695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/05/daggers.html' title='daggers..'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-7030665014692465173</id><published>2009-05-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:04:57.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes that Motherhood brings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wordsndreamz.wordpress.com/"&gt;Smitha&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to list 5 things I love about being a Mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy - hmmm, a word that gave a cozy feeling whenever I got in a mess as a kid.. And I still feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;A hug from her and all would be okay.  She would shout and scold and the next minute pamper :)&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;And I am in her shoes now. And Man, it sure is  tough walking in her shoes...Oops- Woman, it is tough walking in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I wonder if I will be anywhere close. and then sometimes when I know for certain that I will be pretty close, and then again there are those when I think no one can ever be as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed ...The way we live life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;We were like nomads - living off the suitcase, cant do that now-rather dont want to do that now.&lt;br /&gt;I remember this couple we met through a common friend and we were going for a picnic at the beach and asked them to join us. Their baby was a couple of months then, and the mom was soooo reluctant at the spur of the moment plan (the dad didnt mind, but the Mom was firm...)&lt;br /&gt;And I thought they just had to pack a diaper bag and the beach was just an hour away after all, what is all the fuss about?..Well, I know now ..&lt;br /&gt;Eeverything changes !!... haha I know avoiding beaches is not something that you would want to do, but the point is - priorities change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Motherhood...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me realise not to take my mom for granted, though I still do it often.&lt;br /&gt;And I have begun to miss ma terribly, now that she has gone back after a two month stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsndreamz.wordpress.com/"&gt;(smitha:&lt;/a&gt; that is the first thing that comes to my mind too- never to take parents for granted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me extremely patient (at times) and protective..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grounds me...makes me emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me forget everything else when I see my sunny boy smile -  a half - smile ;) And i smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me forget that I am a mom when he is asleep, but when I hear him cry, he is the world and everything else is just a background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(didnt think i could pinpoint 5, but here they are.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-7030665014692465173?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7030665014692465173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=7030665014692465173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/7030665014692465173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/7030665014692465173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes-that-motherhood-brings.html' title='Changes that Motherhood brings'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-7217387510213273837</id><published>2009-03-24T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:48:02.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&amp;amp; Trust ..&lt;/span&gt; The two pillars of any relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can one exist without another? Yes I think so..And here I am not talking about Trust on a broader perspective, am not talking about loyalty, but it could be trusting the other persons decisions - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right or wrong, &lt;/span&gt; respect for the other persons space.., trusting the person to stand up for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be some people whom you trust blindly with your darkest secrets and yet not like their ideologies, or outlook on certain things that you feel strongly about. You may respect them but not really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are some whom you love for no apparent reason, yet when it comes to trust, you have a question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't Trust ideally be a subset of Love...but then is there 'an ideal relationship' ;) ? I guess not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to compromise on one aspect in a relationship, what would you choose, a little less love or a little less trust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-7217387510213273837?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7217387510213273837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=7217387510213273837' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/7217387510213273837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/7217387510213273837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-respect.html' title='Love and Trust'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-1588525539235259735</id><published>2009-03-21T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:17:06.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Mommy !!!!</title><content type='html'>Hard to digest...getting used to it....&lt;br /&gt;When my hubby tells the baby "heres mommy", i look behind me for my mom, and then realise he is talking about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how did it feel like when i first saw my lil one...Actually i heard him before i saw him...And had tears flowing when i heard his first cry and one sweet nurse just kept wiping the tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they cleaned him up and the sewed me up before bringning us together..&lt;br /&gt;How did i feel then when i saw him.. I dont know how i felt..or rather cant describe it yet..it was an animal like instinct though..a feeling without any reason...just there -completely bare..yet so hard to wrap in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-1588525539235259735?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1588525539235259735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=1588525539235259735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1588525539235259735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1588525539235259735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-mommy.html' title='I am a Mommy !!!!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-1481107233448065841</id><published>2009-03-02T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:14:47.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile...</title><content type='html'>Why do some relationships require&lt;br /&gt;you to prove yourself time and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some are just there waiting&lt;br /&gt;To embrace you with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;To forgive you of all the wrongs of the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They judge you for what you are,&lt;br /&gt;and not what you did or didnt do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are some relationships so fragile&lt;br /&gt;that you want to take good care so they dont crack..&lt;br /&gt;And the next minute you wonder&lt;br /&gt;why arent they strong enough for you not to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just so to make us realize&lt;br /&gt;not all can be taken for granted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that level is just for a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you thank God&lt;br /&gt;that atleast there are those some&lt;br /&gt;that you can reach out to, no matter the distance..&lt;br /&gt;no matter the time, no matter the last conversation&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the emotional balance was once due..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-1481107233448065841?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1481107233448065841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=1481107233448065841' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1481107233448065841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1481107233448065841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/03/fragile.html' title='Fragile...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-1066583188794854593</id><published>2009-02-12T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:39:48.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Chaddi Campaign...</title><content type='html'>Its so good to see this campaign by &lt;a href="http://thepinkchaddicampaign.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Consortium of Pubgoing, Loose and Forward Women&lt;/a&gt; being mentioned all around. It sure has worked. :)&lt;br /&gt;Initially like many others even I thought it was a little over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  &lt;a href="http://ofsongsforthesoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-dilemnad.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by Indyeah is an answer to all our questions. Afterall its a symbol.  A colour considered feminine.... she compares it to choodis or bangles...She says "....When in rural India women send a man a bunch of 'choodis'(bangles)to a man they detest,it is a symbolic protest.They are aware that bangles are not docile or feminine,they know that they, the women have strength unlike any man....and yet they send the choodis to the man to make him feel humiliated to make him feel inferior.Chudiyaan ,they symbolize the ultimate humiliation for a man in India and question his err...manhood....He is as good as called an impotent.That is the message sent by rural women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this article on Times of India: &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Mangalore_Mayor_serves_legal_notice_to_Renuka_Chowdhury/articleshow/4118726.cms?TOI_latestnews"&gt;&lt;span class="headshow"&gt;&lt;arttitle&gt;Mangalore Mayor serves legal notice to Renuka Chowdhury&lt;/arttitle&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Ms. Chowdhury was so absolutely right!!&lt;br /&gt;WTF.... Ram sena has been given the "RIGHT" to trample over all the rights of All WOMEN.  And the only political leader who has the guts (or shouldi say B***s which others lack) to criticise is being served a legal notice. This is the most ridiculous thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also read this article -&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Cities/Girl-ends-life-after-over-moral-policing/articleshow/4118319.cms"&gt;&lt;span class="headshow"&gt;&lt;arttitle&gt;Girl commits suicide after alleged humiliation&lt;/arttitle&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="headshow"&gt;&lt;arttitle&gt;&lt;/arttitle&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Cities/Girl-ends-life-after-over-moral-policing/articleshow/4118319.cms"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am surprised that no case has been booked against the Sangh parivar activists. Rather have not read any news that.&lt;br /&gt;You know till a few months back i was living in world of wonderland, thinking thatwomen have come a long way. But I see all this and ask" Have We? " or are we going backwards in time..&lt;br /&gt;How many more such battles do we have to fight. And all on our own. Feels like the words "Law &amp;amp; Order"  have completely lost their meaning in the hands of politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that there were Special courts for handling cases involving politicans and a specific timeline within which the verdict shall be given.  Afterall its our tax money right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-1066583188794854593?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1066583188794854593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=1066583188794854593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1066583188794854593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1066583188794854593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-chaddi-campaign.html' title='The Pink Chaddi Campaign...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-2013973095896306964</id><published>2009-02-10T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:40:08.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An incident recollected..- A father's gift</title><content type='html'>There was this uncle me and my mom met last year when I was in India and we were traveling to Bhopal . Uncle was going to Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom has this habit of sleeping for hours at a stretch in the train. She gets up only for meals. And I just put a blanket around her and began to read a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle notices this and says "Only a daughter does this."&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't quite agree as I knew that if dad was traveling with us, he would have done the same. In fact then, I would have been asleep too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;And he says " No- I am only comparing a daughter and a son. Not talking about how a father or a husband would have acted"&lt;br /&gt;Another passenger who was listening to our conversation chips in and says " Yes ! I have a daughter and son, and I can say you are right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there are exceptions" - I say thinking about one or two guys I knew whom I could imagine acting precisely like the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st uncle:" I am not talking about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exceptions&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;(I just wanted to agree with him and end the conversation and get back to my magazine )&lt;br /&gt;I smile and turn back to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a brother ? "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, a sister"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle smiles "I have 2 daughters too, and I have taught them and my wife self defense. They can operate a gun. I have two licensed pistols "&lt;br /&gt;(And, by now I have put my magazine aside )&lt;br /&gt;I look at him wondering how much of this conversation do i discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says " I am a retired army man you see.." (well- he actually didn't say armyman. He mentioned his rank, which I dont quite recall. My apologies for not remembering )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and i was posted at all different locations. They stayed back for studies. I just wanted them to be able to take care of themselves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh !" I smile impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think what a stark contrast. There are two army men I encountered en route on a train at different points in time and such a drastic difference. Will talk about the other army guy some other time though. (Afterall, this is this uncle's story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so totally impressed with uncles way of thinking and in awe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only self defense (back when i was in college) when I saw some guys following &amp;amp; eve-teasing on the roads, was to go via the police station route. Everyone just vanished before the last turn :)&lt;br /&gt;But today I guess a formal self defense training, or a pepper spray is what we need to ward off people who pose threat to our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need people to empower their daughters to take on this world. We need many more such uncles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-2013973095896306964?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2013973095896306964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=2013973095896306964' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2013973095896306964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2013973095896306964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/02/incident-recollected-fathers-gift.html' title='An incident recollected..- A father&apos;s gift'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-2439679027987580780</id><published>2009-02-06T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:49:02.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged....</title><content type='html'>Indyeah Tagged a few of us to tell more about ourselves with the help of Pics :)&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Your age on your next birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hmmm...the cake refused to take any more candles long ago :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYx_hCKN4II/AAAAAAAAAAU/s5EErC-7HM4/s1600-h/Chapter29cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYx_hCKN4II/AAAAAAAAAAU/s5EErC-7HM4/s200/Chapter29cover.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299751067000365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A place you’d like to travel to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYx_-WFsFQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6SgmfLJkT4g/s1600-h/kashmir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYx_-WFsFQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6SgmfLJkT4g/s200/kashmir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299751570566288642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;has to be Kashmir, went there as a kid. Would like to go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your Favorite place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyAcQacxpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZIyp44Y6zM/s1600-h/nothing+beats+home...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyAcQacxpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZIyp44Y6zM/s200/nothing+beats+home...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752084438828690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nothing Beats home, does it? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your favorite food/drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyArQJQOBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bPeP5dMeh6A/s1600-h/dosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyArQJQOBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bPeP5dMeh6A/s200/dosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752342064740370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyBCJxrmYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vkPYLV31pcU/s1600-h/samosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyBCJxrmYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vkPYLV31pcU/s200/samosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752735492249986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Samosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyPZp-iVeI/AAAAAAAAADM/uYfeElE28P4/s1600-h/Spiced+Chai+Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyPZp-iVeI/AAAAAAAAADM/uYfeElE28P4/s200/Spiced+Chai+Tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299768532435883490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; Chai, chai , chai, Chaiiiyyaaa.. Garma garam Chaiya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;As they sell it on railway station :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your favorite pet&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... favourite pet ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyBpuxk0fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w1bLPrw6_rM/s1600-h/Jumping+Spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyBpuxk0fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w1bLPrw6_rM/s200/Jumping+Spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299753415438815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;haha.. Not too fond of pets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Your favorite color combination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyB_aaA-SI/AAAAAAAAABE/dCWn2uZCHGI/s1600-h/black+n+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyB_aaA-SI/AAAAAAAAABE/dCWn2uZCHGI/s200/black+n+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299753787928410402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your favorite piece of clothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyCLkDGgYI/AAAAAAAAABM/UZfjahyTN74/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyCLkDGgYI/AAAAAAAAABM/UZfjahyTN74/s200/jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299753996675088770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Comfy Jeans :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your all time favorite song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tgOyVbygTY"&gt;Jab koi baat...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Your favorite TV show:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyDcT2pQII/AAAAAAAAABU/17pZurYtHDU/s1600-h/House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyDcT2pQII/AAAAAAAAABU/17pZurYtHDU/s200/House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299755383897276546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Indyeah, even I Love Dr. House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;his way of deducing a diagnosis is so unique..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyDkow9rsI/AAAAAAAAABc/O63vnU8ZboE/s1600-h/NCIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyDkow9rsI/AAAAAAAAABc/O63vnU8ZboE/s200/NCIS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299755526949547714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I also like NCIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Full name of your significant other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyEGXE14eI/AAAAAAAAABk/9_ZrSZD5OfI/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyEGXE14eI/AAAAAAAAABk/9_ZrSZD5OfI/s200/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299756106316636642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, does it matter? Afterall a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. The town in which you live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyExha_GrI/AAAAAAAAABs/ACpHzMX4XAI/s1600-h/middle+of+nowhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyExha_GrI/AAAAAAAAABs/ACpHzMX4XAI/s200/middle+of+nowhere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299756847828245170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Currently..Middle of nowhere !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your screen name/nickname:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyF7HoPPwI/AAAAAAAAACE/yHfVxMdUlKA/s1600-h/N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyF7HoPPwI/AAAAAAAAACE/yHfVxMdUlKA/s200/N.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299758112214826754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Your first job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGCoEoI8I/AAAAAAAAACM/P8gYa2zK-TE/s1600-h/financial_Services.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGCoEoI8I/AAAAAAAAACM/P8gYa2zK-TE/s200/financial_Services.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299758241182917570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Your Dream Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyMU4-5ZRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H8b1pjPlwNo/s1600-h/business_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyMU4-5ZRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H8b1pjPlwNo/s200/business_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299765152029697298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15: Bad Habit you have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGJkF5eSI/AAAAAAAAACU/h19tP7BNmcU/s1600-h/sarcasm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGJkF5eSI/AAAAAAAAACU/h19tP7BNmcU/s200/sarcasm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299758360373590306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Your  fear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGRllPWXI/AAAAAAAAACc/hw9JySptNv8/s1600-h/heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGRllPWXI/AAAAAAAAACc/hw9JySptNv8/s200/heights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299758498212436338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGVa3y0rI/AAAAAAAAACk/G5fzAiq7txo/s1600-h/rides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGVa3y0rI/AAAAAAAAACk/G5fzAiq7txo/s200/rides.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299758564056945330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heights &amp;amp; Rides !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. The one thing you would like to do before you die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGh9rDqxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q7QOvin21EY/s1600-h/confess.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyGh9rDqxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q7QOvin21EY/s200/confess.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299758779557194514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Confess, I guess :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. The first thing you’ll buy if you get $1,000,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyHPrGVAyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O2A0rBWKu6s/s1600-h/vacation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyHPrGVAyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O2A0rBWKu6s/s200/vacation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299759564845286178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yipppeee, Vacation...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.Your favourite credo in life.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyNVsDL1uI/AAAAAAAAADE/YVSRFIC4Itc/s1600-h/serious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYyNVsDL1uI/AAAAAAAAADE/YVSRFIC4Itc/s200/serious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299766265249519330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Dont take life seriously because you cant come out of it alive"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Warren Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And now whoever reads this is tagged :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-2439679027987580780?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2439679027987580780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=2439679027987580780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2439679027987580780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2439679027987580780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged....'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SYx_hCKN4II/AAAAAAAAAAU/s5EErC-7HM4/s72-c/Chapter29cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-8562793869937696792</id><published>2009-02-04T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:36:31.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday v/s today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://virtualityforreal.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-glad-i-left-that-place.html"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt; by Alankrita is  so true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; : It irritated me when these people came from US for a vacation and cribbed about everything...I just couldn't stand them. would glare at them and ask why did you come here for a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt; Sadly, I wonder if I would be one among them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; One of the first things i wanted to check with my then prospective husband was "hopefully you are not planning to settle in US" And his response was no, Of course not - But I plan on working there for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;: My question:  How long is a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; One year of struggle with myself for the choices ' I ' made.. Well, It was my choice to leave it all back there and come here, rather than stay apart for a while. So I had no one else to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt; The frustrations have kinda died thankfully, and I am more open to embrace a life different from the one I had planned but nevertheless good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday: &lt;/span&gt;I saw kids here ( in early teens) and thought that they have lost their childhood too soon. and I always wanted to raise kids in India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;  I see all these politicians and think we have lost our freedom too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiv sena/ MNS curbing our freedom to live in any part of India, telling us that UPites are different from Maharashtrians, telling us how to brand our business in a way that pleases them..&lt;br /&gt;I see Ram sena telling us what to wear, not only that - forcing us in a way so pervert, it fills me with disgust.&lt;br /&gt;I read about a man beating his wife in public for wearing jeans - for something that he does everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont say women are not beaten here, sure they are- but atleast the cops dont hush it up as a family matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see all this and think- Am i prepared to have my wings clipped? Am I prepared to be treated like dirt by some a** h***s defining for me what 'my' culture is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-8562793869937696792?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8562793869937696792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=8562793869937696792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/8562793869937696792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/8562793869937696792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-vs-today.html' title='yesterday v/s today'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-5913305199943291557</id><published>2009-01-22T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:30:21.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank  You Indyeah !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SXn3dbpTOJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UwKOlGpo1jc/s1600-h/Indyeah-Resonance_award.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SXn3dbpTOJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UwKOlGpo1jc/s200/Indyeah-Resonance_award.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294534921959979154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://ofsongsforthesoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indyeah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for " The Resonance Award"&lt;br /&gt;Coming from you, it means a lot. I am humbled and honoured....&lt;br /&gt;I admire the flow of words in your poetry, it just transports me sometimes back to yesterday and sometimes just starts a trail of thoughts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to pass this on to &lt;a href="http://lifeofanindianhomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;IHM&lt;/a&gt; for being an inspiration, someone I and many of us look up to; for raising topics that would have otherwise gone unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://smitha-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smitha&lt;/a&gt; : for speaking your mind (and this &lt;a href="http://smitha-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-in-name.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; of yours was like a reflection of my mind as well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-5913305199943291557?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5913305199943291557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=5913305199943291557' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/5913305199943291557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/5913305199943291557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-indyeah.html' title='Thank  You Indyeah !!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWnmD8G0rpY/SXn3dbpTOJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UwKOlGpo1jc/s72-c/Indyeah-Resonance_award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-3655281932700907604</id><published>2009-01-06T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:18:15.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a stranger makes u smile...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we were lunching at an Indian restaurant. And there aren't too many Indian restaurants in the area .&lt;br /&gt;As we entered there was this other person who was also entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held the door for us (though it was a few seconds before we could actually reach the door). We thanked him and I wondered why would someone hold the door for a few seconds longer. Maybe he was someone we had seen at the Diwali get together party... Racked my brain, but neither me nor my hubby dearest could recollect. We assumed maybe we did see him there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still munching away by the window... and we saw this person take his to-go meal and leave. He passed the window outside and my husband waved a bye to him.&lt;br /&gt;This person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stopped.... smiled.... pointed to the sky... then to both of us.... then his belly&lt;/span&gt;..and said such that we could read his lips&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "God... bless...you both .....and the Baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt;.  :) God bless him too... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely do we get to see such acts wherein people just tell what they feel like ... with so much innocence &amp;amp; honesty even to a stranger.. And that moment becomes so indescribably beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are moments when we all wish well, as they say " dua nikalti hai dil se" - but how many of us actually tell it out aloud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just made my day !!&lt;br /&gt;God bless him !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-3655281932700907604?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3655281932700907604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=3655281932700907604' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/3655281932700907604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/3655281932700907604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-stranger-makes-u-smile.html' title='When a stranger makes u smile...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-1510517781956298301</id><published>2008-12-16T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:44:32.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are from Mars &amp; Women are fromVenus...</title><content type='html'>So True..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expect them to understand, without being told what to.... And they just fail to....&lt;br /&gt;And yet... again the next time around- its no lesson learnt ( by either ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Her point of view:&lt;/span&gt;  cant you see, cant you feel, why wait to be told....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;His point of view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;why cant you just tell how you feel/ what you need..., why wait for me to guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And the battle goes on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whos right and whos wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;one cries while the other sings a song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can logic &amp;amp; emotion ever get along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder how would it be if we switched places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;if each walked in the others shoes for a mile long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;would our fights still leave traces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-1510517781956298301?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1510517781956298301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=1510517781956298301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1510517781956298301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1510517781956298301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2008/12/men-are-from-mars-women-are-fromvenus.html' title='Men are from Mars &amp; Women are fromVenus...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-4025824778051091878</id><published>2008-12-03T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:59.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In retrospect.......Mumbai</title><content type='html'>Well, it was a prolonged sense of nervousness during the entire siege..Prior to this, all terror attacks, be it Jaipur, Hyderabad, Bangalore or Mumbai had been so quick that before you realise what had happened it was  all over.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that made us callous as citizens, but not this time. This time sure was different. The wait seemed endless..We were miles apart, yet glued to the Television, checked with all our folks in Mumbai, concerned.... And then waited...&amp;amp; watched with a thousand questions raging inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Worried about the role of media,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could so easily know when the commandos cam,  how they are entering the Nariman House etc, wouldn't it be so easy for information to be passed to the terror groups as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is a two edged sword- when the ordeal was over, realised that the information was useful for many family members were checking the news and passing the info through SMSes to their loved ones trapped inside...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats good, but the details given out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shobha De rightly said on a channel that politicians are not needed here right now, so that the security needed remains focused to combat terror rather than bothering about politicians' safety...But then the media kept hounding the NSG chief. Yeah, that sure must have kept him on his toes but, would his time not be better utilised in strategising the situation rather than answering the media. The Media could be briefed later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And then our own careless attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a US based anchor ( Sarah Sidner) covering the news so psyched by the proximity of the media to the Taj..After a few minutes, she said it was dangerously close and she instructed the crew to move behind and use the zoom lens....&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty surprised as she seemed so tensed and scared for her own life, while the local media, was standing right beside the rope, not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;And for a second I thought "who asked her to cover this or be a reporter in the first place" .. But I had to eat my words, as there was a bystander and a journalist injured soon after.&lt;br /&gt;And it was then that i realised that she was just not used to putting her life in danger for her job. She just refused to be careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And We, over time have become careless. so much so that it takes a bystander to be injured before we realise how close to danger we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait for the authorities to define beyond which point would be safe for us...Have we stopped thinking what is safe for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked to see the US media showing a different border for Kashmir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was shocked to see the maps of India flashed across the US media showing Kashmir seperately...Wondered how they would react if Russia occupied part of Alaska and then alaska was not shown as a part of US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised at the term Hindu extremists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was before the identity of the group was established and the US media was speculating whether it could be the handiwork of Hindu extremists. There was once a time when I thought of Hindus being a pretty docile race, And this term surprised me. ..And I remembered Narendra Modi and realised &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how far we have come from the Gandhi ideology&lt;/span&gt;...Colour, nationality, religion, ethnicity, in how many ways is the world dividing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Lack of sensitivity to victims &amp;amp; family members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when Barkha Dutt asked the husband of Sabina Saikia what he was telling his kids about her (when he had no clue about her safety).. and there was a long pause at the other end; When they showed a father with a photograph of his two daughters wondering what has become...&lt;br /&gt;And i could only think how insensitive we are for thrusting a camera &amp;amp; a microphone on someone who is waiting for information about their loved ones or thrust it on  someone who has just narrowly missed death....who may be in a terrified state seeing all the remains of what not...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But then, would we have been so vociferous about it, had the media not constantly driven down in our heads &amp;amp; hearts the situation - as is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Would we have questioned the security provided to the government, while we - the aam janta run helter-skelter, had the media not presented the gory details - as is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sadly, I dont think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-4025824778051091878?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4025824778051091878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=4025824778051091878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/4025824778051091878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/4025824778051091878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-retrospectmumbai.html' title='In retrospect.......Mumbai'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-2844907384106858856</id><published>2008-11-07T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:48:41.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To find out or not to find out...</title><content type='html'>whether its a boy or a girl...&lt;br /&gt;We have the ultrasound coming And.....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... on one hand I want the suspense to last and on the other I want to start shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i argue with myself, I can always buy blue - I'm sure my daughter would like the colour ;) Not too sure if its all pink, my son would like it....hehe. So blue is a safe bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when we have the option, can I let the suspense last for long, or would my curiosity get better...&lt;br /&gt;I asked my husband what he thinks and he says - "upto you..." (though I'm sure he wants to know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well oh well... lets see .. what I feel like at that moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-2844907384106858856?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2844907384106858856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=2844907384106858856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2844907384106858856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/2844907384106858856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-find-out-or-not-to-find-out.html' title='To find out or not to find out...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-7065996927437707487</id><published>2008-11-05T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:56:56.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While we breathe, we hope' - Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah sure this was long overdue for America&lt;br /&gt;Good to see the people rise beyond race, religion to deal with challenges that lie ahead...&lt;br /&gt;good to see that  'Bradley effect' is now past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that some day even India too will no longer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; need &lt;/span&gt;any reservations. All people will all be equal.&lt;br /&gt;It would be optional to fill your caste /religion while applying for colleges/ jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we women also no longer need to fight for reservations. .. And get things based on Merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this can come only when opportunities are available for all, and help available for those who are meritorious but lack means. That should be the basis for providing help - not caste etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ideal state, might take a while. But then - there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-7065996927437707487?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7065996927437707487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=7065996927437707487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/7065996927437707487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/7065996927437707487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-we-breathe-we-hope-obama.html' title='While we breathe, we hope&apos; - Obama'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084075099087619206.post-1518799348412428429</id><published>2008-11-04T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:53:49.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swings</title><content type='html'>I had heard that mood swings were common during pregnancy &amp;amp; now I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little things &amp;amp;instances that hurt a lot (which others may feel is not even worth an iota of thought &amp;amp; tell you not to make a mountain of molehill).&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder if i would have felt any different any time else? i guess not, just maybe that i would not have showed my feelings.. Now they just flow out of my system...But on second thoughts, that has been the case after marriage itself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therein lies the start point...Its like feelings without leash of late - be it love or anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is  something to soothe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been feeling like somethings moving inside, a part of my body itself, shifting its place.. like my stomach/intestine just moved :) funny..the first time i felt it was night-before-last.. when I got up to have water &amp;amp; visit the loo.&lt;br /&gt;It was all so silent that I could hear &amp;amp; feel.. But was not very sure...&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel alone then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084075099087619206-1518799348412428429?l=brookinthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1518799348412428429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084075099087619206&amp;postID=1518799348412428429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1518799348412428429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084075099087619206/posts/default/1518799348412428429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookinthecity.blogspot.com/2008/11/mood-swings.html' title='Mood swings'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072561593644698967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
