<?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-2535792878179009908</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:46:34.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unwind ur thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog site where I express myself at times of joy and sorrow! Its an expression of life! Its an expression from me! Deep thoughts in me, things that interest me or bother me or gets me excited are expressed here! This is what I always wanted to do! Unveil myself! Unwind myself! Unwind my thoughts!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-1994714155566482996</id><published>2008-09-07T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:31:45.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose fault was it anyways??</title><content type='html'>I have never felt this guilty before! I have never ever felt this guilty ever before! I am not even sure why I am feeling guilty in the first place. But then the feeling is miserable. The feeling is just too painful to let it go or tell its ok with a fake smile. The turnout of events over the past few weeks has left with me and my loved ones nothing but with pain and sorrow. What led to all these confusions, misunderstandings, fights, betrayal, let downs, disappointments, shame and misery? Whom do we blame for whatever happened and what was the reason behind this entire emotional drama? Was it love? Was it care? Was it friendship? Was it obsession? Was it betrayal? Was it personal incapability? Was it immaturity? Was it insecurity? What was the reason and what triumphed finally? I am quite not sure. But all I can say is it has left us all hurt, injured deep inside and left its scar for the rest of our lives. No one can be blamed, for it was no one’s fault, it was none’s deliberate act. It was time and destiny that once again played its cruel game with us. Time can be as cruel as a dreadful killer who cares not what one has to say. It just does things its own way, plays around with people’s lives, leaves behind the mark that sometimes maybe fatal and unreasonable to blindly accept. I am no poet here nor am I a wise person who can give a lecture about destiny and fate. I am just a person, a lay person who has been a victim of the game that destiny played and left its treacherous scar on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It hurts!&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/2535792878179009908-1994714155566482996?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1994714155566482996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=1994714155566482996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/1994714155566482996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/1994714155566482996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/whose-fault-was-it-anyways.html' title='Whose fault was it anyways??'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-6190346877661194684</id><published>2008-04-30T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:43:05.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Departed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends are the best things that can ever happen to a person. What’s so special about these people who accept us without any expectation? What makes this relationship so special that these people are there for you no matter how big mistake you have done or how big loser you are in life? It’s one relationship that I would rate more than any relationship in this world because these are those special chosen few who’ll make your heart light even at the most defeating moments and give you an assurance that you can still do it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For my share, I have had a couple of friends who have been very close to me since school days. They have been my best buddies in school and we have shared some wonderful moments together. But then I’m really not sure for what reasons, that these special friendships have been limited to a couple of few years when we shared the same class and then ended badly once we were separated. My friend Leena, was one of my best friends since LKG, I think. She was always there for me and we have got several punishments together, I guess. But our friendship ended when we were put into different classes in eighth grade. When she got a new set of friends, the possessiveness cropped in and it in turn resulted in the end of the friendship. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In similar lines, was my friendship with my class mate Divya, we were in the same classes through-out our school lives. But we became best of friends in the last 3 years of our school life. We were very close to each other and the entire class knew that we were best pals and couldn’t stay without each other. But then after school days, in PU, she chose science field and chose commerce. So we were in different classes and she made a new set of friends and I was so possessive about her that this really affected out friendship. I just couldn’t take it when she was hanging out with others than me. And finally our friendship ended. Even today i.e. after six years I still miss her like crazy. She’s come in my dreams many a times and I think about her at least once in a day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like this all of us lose our dear old best friends for some stupid silly reasons, maybe a fight, a misunderstanding, and an ego clash or for several such reasons. But in such trivial fights are our most dear and close ones lost and we never get them back no matter how much we try. I regret those days when things ended sourly between me and my friends and I am ready to do everything possible to get back things into the same notes. But then it’s sad that time or our friends don’t wait for us. Once friendship lost is lost forever. Never can it be got back no matter how much we try. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I have a wonderful set of friends now, who are always there for me, this grief of losing some precious gems in my life will always be there deep in my heart. I wish I could go back into the time and get all my best friends whom I lost for various silly reasons. I wish we could resolve all the issues and be friends like the way we were before. I wish we could get back all the fun and recreate those wonderful moments that we had together. I wish we could start all over again and forgive each other. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could get back all my friends departed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-6190346877661194684?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6190346877661194684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=6190346877661194684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/6190346877661194684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/6190346877661194684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends-departed.html' title='Friends Departed!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-4573664623435658717</id><published>2008-03-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:58:11.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receptive to Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is change? Why is it that even though 95% of us know that it is an inherent part of our lives, we are still hesitant to acknowledge it, face it or experience it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This receptiveness to change is not only a concern for those young stubborn kids who as they grow up don’t want to be constantly guided and monitored by their parents, those youngsters who have a problem in changing their lives to their academic or professional lifestyles, a new bride who finds it extremely difficult to adjust to the new people and environment at her in laws place, a dad who’s egos cannot sand it when a son doesn’t blindly abide by his set of rules and raises questions or a mother who gets paranoid at the entry of a new member in her dearest son’s life! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I often keep wondering as to why is it, the way it actually is! Many a times, it so happens that even the mere mention of this word creates ripples among people. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is this whole hungama about change? Why do we human beings have a problem in accepting change? Is it the inherent nature of us or has it got to do something with the egos of people. I really fail to understand the logic or the connection. The one thing that amuses me is, most of the time people don’t even try to think about it, even if they know that is actually for the better! They feel that they are being challenged, their potential is being questioned and measured and most of the times it’s also about their sheer egos that stops them from going for it! It’s their fear towards the uncertainty factor attached along with change that bothers them! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see no answers for all the doubts and questions above! In fact I am no different than any ordinary person who has a problem with change! Yet I try to constantly change my outlook and enjoy the uncertainty of things around me for I know deep inside that nothing is more consistent than change in itself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-4573664623435658717?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4573664623435658717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=4573664623435658717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/4573664623435658717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/4573664623435658717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/receptive-to-change.html' title='Receptive to Change!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-2749631368768468178</id><published>2008-02-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:03:39.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile worth Millions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today while I was on my way to M.G. Road to purchase books, I parked my two-wheeler next to a Car in the traffic signal! The traffic was taking more than its usual time to clear! But the long hours of wait in the never ending traffic jams is no more an unanticipated event in Bangalore. It has become a part of our daily life! While I was waiting for the green signal, I was thinking about things that happened today in college, at home and with my dear ones. All those situations and circumstances, few pleasant and most unpleasant that stress me day in and day out and drain all my energy! I am sure that like me, 99% of people around me at that time were all lost in their own materialistic life, a bundle of multiple events. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I stood there, a kid of around 3 to 4 years looked at me from the car parked right next to me! The kid put his head out of the car, gazed straight into my eyes and smiled at me hugely! I had never ever seen the kid before, nor does the kid know me, yet he gave a smile that was authentic, simple and yet defeating! The smile just cut through into me and mesmerized me! It departed me totally from all my academic tensions, work pressure and every upsetting thought! It refreshed my energy levels and thought process too! As I smiled back at the little kid, I could feel my nerves loosen up, detaching me from every single deliberation! As the signal turned green I wove goodbye to the kid, the little angel and went ahead with a smiling face with new levels of energy, enthusiasm and excitement! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;This incident reminds of my cute little niece Jaishri who is 3 to 4 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time she comes home, she fills the house with laughter, fun and cheer! She lights up the environment of the house which is otherwise very dull and gloomy. The few days she’s at home, she makes sure that each one of us is all around each other, interacting and not lost in our own different worlds! This, in fact is an exhilarating capability of these little angels who in the guise of children, move us to the world of innocence, create a world of magic and elevate us to a totally new atmosphere where even the elders detach themselves from the materialistic world, become a child themselves forgetting all the momentary things and experience happiness! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;Hats off to the little Angels!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;In special memory of my little niece Jaishri whom I miss every day, every minute!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;Love You Jaichu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-2749631368768468178?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2749631368768468178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=2749631368768468178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/2749631368768468178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/2749631368768468178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/smile-worth-millions.html' title='A Smile worth Millions!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-7592032409608495631</id><published>2008-01-28T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:34:21.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty! My Friend or My Foe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I look at you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I admire your calm; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I admire your endless beauty!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel I’m glad you are a part of my life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet, I am mystified!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your placid calmness scares me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your tranquility disturbs me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is a silence that never answers my queries!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is a stillness that though extends the hand of friendship,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Often turns out to be a death call!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You enjoy it! Don’t you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I call you my friend? My well wisher?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who is extending me his piece of knowledge and experience!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or my foe who is looking forward for my fall?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is a question unanswered! It is a question filled with ambiguity!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet, I look at you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look deep into your eye, trying to find an answer!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An answer that answers the uncertainty in my eye!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The uncertainty that you put me into!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you seem to be no where around!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For you are the uncertainty personified!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This poem is dedicated to my friend Sharath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-7592032409608495631?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7592032409608495631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=7592032409608495631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/7592032409608495631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/7592032409608495631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncertainty-my-friend-or-my-foe.html' title='Uncertainty! My Friend or My Foe!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-4163578768559397826</id><published>2008-01-14T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:40:50.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistency is the Key!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I did the impossible possible! I woke up early in the morning and went for an early walk along with my dad! My dad has been going for early morning walking for the past 15 years! Though being constantly insisted by my dad to join him in the early walk I have always given reasons and escaped! But today I made it! Though it was extremely arduous, I still managed to do it! I felt I was on top of the world and as if I have achieved a big milestone in my life! While I was enjoying the morning walk and the awesome Bangalore weather, I was wondering about certain things! Today is the first day of the walking, hmmm... that’s great! Keep it up sweetie! But how many days will this trend follow? Will I be able to come every day? Will I make it a habit? I really wonder! But then, Yeah, if I could achieve this impossible task of waking up every day early in the morning and come for the regular walk, won’t I be successful in reaching my goal? Well, of course I would! But will that happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months of my MBA program has taught me a lot of things! But I have figured out one mantra to success! And that is nothing but “Consistency is the Key!” Yes, consistency is the key that can unlock the door to happiness and achievement. It’s the factor that differentiates a loser and a winner! What’s special about Sachin that is not about Sehwag or Dhoni! Hmmm! Its consistency! Over the couple of years, Sachin has become synonymous with consistency! When the whole team fails, it’s his reliability that keeps the hopes of Indians alive! So will I be able to maintain the enthusiasm with which I woke up today! Will I be able to make it a habit and not a rarely event?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a lot of times we see people complain- I worked really hard, yet I failed! I don’t know why my luck is so bad! I don’t know why God is being so unfair to me and etc (Definitely I am one of them!). But how many of us are sincere to ourselves! How many of us do a self analysis and check if we are fair enough to the work we are doing (no matter whatever it is!). Over the years, I have seen that be it studies, job, relationship, marriage, friendship, business etc only when there is consistency, it survives! Only when the efforts are continuous, the focus is persistent and the actions enduring, we achieve the impossible! Or rather sustain the impossible made possible! So the next time you crib about something, pause for a second and think, was I consistent in my actions, were my efforts enduring and it’ll explain the results that you have achieved, good or bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me think again! Will I go for walking everyday! Will I achieve my goal of reducing weight? Consistency is the Key, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-4163578768559397826?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4163578768559397826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=4163578768559397826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/4163578768559397826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/4163578768559397826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/consistency-is-key.html' title='Consistency is the Key!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-6108739888707548224</id><published>2008-01-03T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:35:31.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your World!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey you! Yes You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you proud to be one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, please don’t be!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because this is not your world!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is not your world, dear!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have no right to live here!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have no right to think!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have no right to dream!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nor do you have the right to life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are a slave, Miss!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes! A slave to the people around you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are nothing but a commodity!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A commodity traded at every point of life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are a burden to your parents! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And to the person who owns you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your silence is their triumph!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your patience is their weapon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your humility is their virtue!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are nothing but a mere toy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is not your place, Dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Dedicated to those bunch of peverts who dared to molest thier sisters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nitawriter.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/molestation-on-camera_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nitawriter.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/molestation-on-camera_1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nitawriter.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/perverts_2_1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://nitawriter.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/perverts_2_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; " class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size:24px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-6108739888707548224?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6108739888707548224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=6108739888707548224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/6108739888707548224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/6108739888707548224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-youre-world.html' title='Not Your World!!!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-2546990727712733906</id><published>2007-12-29T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:49:13.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where’s the End!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see no end!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see no end to the journey of life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see no end to the sea of uncertainty!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Often I sit down tired and retired!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No more I can take; no more can I stand it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lose my calm and retreat from the battle!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I withdraw from the world, moving into my cocoon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A cocoon filled with the warmth of self pity!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hear a voice!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A voice that is passionate and compassionate!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It tells me: hey, do not lose hope!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not the end!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is not the end! That is not the end!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then which is the end, I wonder!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder and wonder!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet again, I follow the voice!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Admiring the cruelty of life,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But again filled with the hope,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A hope of a better tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A tomorrow that will be pleasant,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A tomorrow where I can see the end!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An end that is the reward for today’s struggle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-2546990727712733906?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2546990727712733906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=2546990727712733906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/2546990727712733906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/2546990727712733906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/wheres-end.html' title='Where’s the End!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-5298526067034371263</id><published>2007-10-26T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:34:53.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock..Paper..Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One find day, George Bush, Osama Bin Laden and Kofi Anan were playing the game &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Rock, Scissors, Paper"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Bush was the Rock, Laden, the Scissors and Anan, the Paper. As the game advanced, there was a clash of egos and fight evolved as to who was the strongest among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The Rock claimed, that he was the Super power in the world with overall influences over the economy, politics etc across the globe. He, further justified his stance, saying, he had the authority, to crush Scissors, Osama any time he intended to and by doing so, end terrorism or even pressurize Anan, the Paper with his major influences over the United Nations. Therefore, Rock turbulently roared, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am the Rock and Rock, rocks the world"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;The next in the game was Scissors, the 'Killer of killers"; Osama Bin Laden. Scissors, threatened Paper by telling him to disappear from the surface of the earth or else he would be cut into bits, exactly the same way he had shattered the peace around the world into pieces. Like this, he proved his strength proclaiming, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Piece the peace into pieces"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. A stern atmosphere followed after the Rock and Scissors, vibrantly tried to prove their supremacies. Later, the Paper, Anan who maintained a dignified silence all the while, smiled and reflected that "I, Paper, the body of peace, can bind both, the super power and terrorism". He boasted saying that he would root out both of these and make the world a peace loving paradise. Hence, Paper proudly stated that he had the influence to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Cover the Tower of Power and Terror"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; After seeing and hearing an excess of 'I, me and myself' etc from the three: Rock, Scissors, and the Paper, "The Game, Mother Nature", enters the scene, and scorns at the mortality of the three- &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Power, Terror and Concord&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Thus adheres that no one among the three are strongest, they are all just the mortal &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Pawns of the Gamble"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. One fine day, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' The game has to end' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and all the pawns have to die. There's no one mightier than the Game, "The Mother Nature" and she is the all &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Powerful, Intimidator and Concordant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nothing rules, but the Nature, the Game"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;This article was written by me in the year 2005 for one of the competitions that i took part in my under graduate programme. Since then this article of mine has always been special to me and very close to my heart for this was one of the first articles that i wrote all by myself using my original creativity. I was appreciated by my friends and class mates as they felt that it was a good piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit back and think now about this article and its theme, I really wonder that how true and relevant it is, even till today. The personalities mentioned above, who were the so called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Rulers of the World"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; then, terrorized and influenced millions of lives then, are no more in the scene now. They are not as powerful as they were then, nor do they have the equivalent amount of control over people's lives any more. Hmm... Such is the nature and charm of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Power, Wealth, Position and Politics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. They are temporary and perishable. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mother Nature&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the only truth. She is our &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saviour and Destroyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; too. Nothing is invincible in front of her. You please her; she blesses you with more and more wealth, prosperity, happiness and life. You challenge her and it'll prove to be fatal to you. Her silence is not her weakness, its her patience! She is aware about everything happening around her. The day she loses her patience, that will be the end of mankind and human race. Hence watch out people. We are just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the Pawns of the Game"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nothing Rules but the Nature, the Game"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-5298526067034371263?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5298526067034371263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=5298526067034371263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/5298526067034371263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/5298526067034371263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-find-day-george-bush-osama-bin.html' title='Rock..Paper..Scissors'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535792878179009908.post-5513131625648869220</id><published>2007-10-24T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:16:30.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a Big Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is a big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last here I am!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, to express my thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, to share my piece of wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;How could I run away from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I run away from you?&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to be close to you!&lt;br /&gt;As close as possible, that I could feel you!&lt;br /&gt;And you could feel me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come! Come, listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart beat!&lt;br /&gt;It has a message!&lt;br /&gt;It has a message, it has a secret!&lt;br /&gt;A secret, which no one knows!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what it has to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our world!&lt;br /&gt;Our little world, where its only me and you!&lt;br /&gt;A world, where I can unwind myself!&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you my deep little secrets!&lt;br /&gt;And you would listen to me in the world of silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, lets together, start a paradise!&lt;br /&gt;A paradise of words! A paradise of dreams!&lt;br /&gt;Where you and me can unwind ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Share our deepest fantasies, thoughts and ideas!&lt;br /&gt;Thus share the happiness of sharing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535792878179009908-5513131625648869220?l=unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5513131625648869220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535792878179009908&amp;postID=5513131625648869220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/5513131625648869220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535792878179009908/posts/default/5513131625648869220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwindurthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-big-day.html' title='Today is a Big Day!'/><author><name>Suma Devi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03485053470507774385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qq1cKgtj2UA/R8Q0Q9MTn3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TnYw-VyY_R8/S220/12072006%2528011%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
