<?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-31585616</id><updated>2012-01-01T10:22:51.169-08:00</updated><category term='Vegetables'/><category term='Pep-talk for self'/><category term='General'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Society'/><category term='tomatoes'/><category term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Split Second of Eternity!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31585616.post-4919208869665669513</id><published>2012-01-01T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:22:51.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two hands are not enough....</title><content type='html'>It's been 8 months and 2 days since I held my baby for the first time. Every day has been a tidal wave of memories and there are bold promises of many many more. I cannot wait to see each day with my own eyes and live it with all my heart...yet I want time to slow down so I can have time to grasp every moment with both my hands and not lose a single split second! She grows by leaps and bounds each moment and her personality is larger than life. The miracle she is and the strong personality she is growing up to have makes us proud as we watch her move, smile, stand, crawl, grab, pout, frown, giggle, sleep, dream, cry, scream, yell and even scold us :). &lt;br /&gt;Her first teeth are just showing up and she has started to figure out how to stand on her own without support. This little person, barely 2 ft tall, is working her way in this big world with billions of people and somehow she knows how to work the ropes already :) &lt;br /&gt;I am sure the future holds a lot of ups and downs for her... I am sure there are times when she will feel the world is wheezing past her and then there will be times when she will feel her two little hands are not enough to gather and pick all the memories she is making. Two little hands... may it touch everyone's heart that she ever comes in contact with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-4919208869665669513?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4919208869665669513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=4919208869665669513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4919208869665669513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4919208869665669513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-hands-are-not-enough.html' title='Two hands are not enough....'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-5784960593245401347</id><published>2011-06-22T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:41:03.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newborn parents...</title><content type='html'>She arrived a few weeks early - but looked absolutely ready to face the world head on. Every move she made was so determined and not once did she seem to regret her decision! Be it the decision to refuse to nurse... or the decision to get her diaper changed. All important decisions in the life of a newborn baby - and she made perfect choices every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw her, for a few minutes I didn't know how to feel. She was the person I have been longing to meet... she was the one I felt connected with 24X7 for the last 38 weeks and now she was out in the world ready to meet me and everyone else. I still felt like it was a dream - that she was still inside me and I would wake up soon and find that we are still one. Soon I realized it wasn't the case... and that brought about a new feeling of detachment that I didn't expect. I felt I was prematurely separated from her and wasn't ready for it. I wanted to be with her all the time and yet share her with everyone else. It was a strange few days - but thankfully only lasted for a short period of time. Then I started truly enjoying her and all she did. It is fun spending all my time with her - she takes up so much of my time and attention that the days and weeks fly by and before I know it - she is almost 2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little daughter is going to be 2 months old soon and it all feels so brand new. We have been parents for 2 months... I have been a mother for 2 months... and our lives have been fuller and prettier for 2 whole months... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to the first 2 months of your life my darling and the next 200 ... may all of them be filled with love and joy always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-5784960593245401347?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5784960593245401347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=5784960593245401347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/5784960593245401347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/5784960593245401347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2011/06/newborn-parents.html' title='Newborn parents...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-4715060297120326266</id><published>2011-02-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:10:33.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she comes!</title><content type='html'>I have seen little humans before... some a day old.. some less than that.. but I have never met someone who is only a few seconds old yet. I cannot wait for that day to arrive when you will be with us. Our eagerness to meet you cannot be expressed in words. There is so much I want to do with you - so many memories we have to make together. I can feel you getting stronger and stronger everyday, with each push and nudge to tell me that you are a strong little girl, our strong little girl and will be a strong willed woman one day. Your Dada and I will be so proud of you... always. &lt;br /&gt;I know our lives will change forever once you arrive - but it will be a change that we both welcome with open arms. We have been waiting for this change for years and went through a lot to see you and finally you will be here! It still feels like a dream, a fantastic and wonderful dream to think that you will be in our arms sooner than we ever thought. &lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and us and a lifetime together of ups, downs and everything in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-4715060297120326266?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4715060297120326266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=4715060297120326266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4715060297120326266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4715060297120326266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2011/02/here-she-comes.html' title='Here she comes!'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-7066508369681261948</id><published>2010-10-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:46:02.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seemed like forever and maybe a day... we waited, we hoped, we built faith, we lost faith, we were hopelessly hopeful - but somehow it never left us, the desire to be parents. Every new life around us would inspire us to be hopeful that our time would come. So what if its a few years later, so what if it may not be our own flesh and blood - it will be our's. After chalking our numerous plan B-s and plan C-s, it looks like plan A worked out. &lt;br /&gt;One fine saturday afternoon in the fall of 2010 we found out that our little bundle of joy was soon to arrive. Our hearts filled with prayers - to thank whatever higher power there is. &lt;br /&gt;It started out as being unbelievable... within a few days it started settling in that we are actually going to be parents. We were finally seeing our dream come true right before our eyes. Inspite of that - we were a little scared to start dreaming and planning yet. The first 3 months are important to wait out - so we decided to only tell a couple very close friends and our parents. Their happiness started spilling over into our's and slowly but surely we started feeling the immense excitement that we had been waiting to feel for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a little over a month that we found out and it still feels brand new to us. We saw the little one a couple times (thanks to ultrasounds) and it was a rush. It will be hard to be patient till our next ultrasound - but it will totally be worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-7066508369681261948?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7066508369681261948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=7066508369681261948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/7066508369681261948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/7066508369681261948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-seemed-like-forever-and-maybe-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-3952530293123001043</id><published>2010-02-23T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The toddler marriage...</title><content type='html'>My better half and I completed 4 years of togetherness today. It feels good to know that a lot of things have changed in these 4 years. There were highs and lows as always... but the only thing constant for both of us is - we are still newly weds at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I heard the song "Sajda" from MNIK. Since I am already a little mushy these days - this song increased my mush factor 10 or maybe 100 folds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing this post for a couple days now. It started with me thinking I want to write something on our anniversary - now I find myself here (2 days later) thinking how we have perfect pictures painted in our minds and never know when to stop wanting everything to be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain - recently I spoke to a person - quiet close to me. She is single, her parents are looking... she is denying the need for companionship. I am listening and thinking - you will know when you are old and lonely one day - life will just fill your pockets with bitterness but you will not know how to make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her main fear is - what if I meet someone from either family connections (read recommendations) or online matrimonial websites and it fails. In this day and age we run the risk of having a failed relation with our parents - forget the person we met half way through our lives. She also fears adjustment - does anything come without adjustments these days? Even the rod for the shower curtain needs to be adjusted to fit the space! Why do we fear adjustments? I think adjusting is part of knowing someone - when you know how the other person reacts to you - you adjust - it is a showing of respect and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people in the course of their lives fail to see that. accommodating and adjusting aren't so bad - in fact they are the mortar that make us stick. Its what shows the other person - you care and they care back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for adjusting... if I live a life with no adjustment and no room for someone else... won't it just end up being all about me and others adjusting for me? Why expects others to do for me what I refuse to do for them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-3952530293123001043?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3952530293123001043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=3952530293123001043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3952530293123001043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3952530293123001043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2010/02/toddler-marriage.html' title='The toddler marriage...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-3651832572156540734</id><published>2009-12-29T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:31:48.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises are made to be broken</title><content type='html'>Or are they...it is a verbal contract that we make whether to ourselves or to others. A contract is a contract. There were times when people would take someone's spoken words for face value and believe. In this day and age it is hard to believe and rely on what is said. Myself included - I think its OK to go back on spoken words - the excuse - things changed, plans changed, state of mind changed. So what? When I say I will do something or be somewhere - I don't know what makes it alright for me to just say - well let me take a raincheck. &lt;br /&gt;So here's a verbally binding contract for myself - I will do my best to not commit to anything that I don't intend on doing. It might be as simple as "I'll call you"... or as important as "I will pick it up for you". &lt;br /&gt;These are some foundations that we as human beings need to lay for generations after us. If we make it seem OK to go back on one's words - there is a high chance that they will disregard all of what is said to them and return the favor!&lt;br /&gt;I know resolutions are blown off in a way because its alright to break them. Well, not this one - not this time. I will keep it. It isn't difficult if we make up our minds. It will lay a foundation for an honest future - however small the scale be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Live by what you say and stop to think for a second before you say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-3651832572156540734?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3651832572156540734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=3651832572156540734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3651832572156540734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3651832572156540734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2009/12/promises-are-made-to-be-broken.html' title='Promises are made to be broken'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-4034886786875128444</id><published>2009-10-28T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime you go away...</title><content type='html'>You do take a piece of us with you. The last six months were the best I had in a while. I felt the love and comfort that people feel when they have parents around. There is a strange feeling of belonging. Our usually busy life takes a backseat while we just want to sit at the dining table and spent endless hours with them just talking or playing cards or even staring at the idiot box. It all boils down to doing everything together. Whatever it maybe. I actually let chores pile up because I never feel like getting up and doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;In the course of their stay it is hard to imagine how our life was when they were not with us. The familiar "good morning" everyday - the familiar stories about the vegetable garden and the even more familiar smell of mom's cooking all around the house seems part of our lives - only till we don't have it anymore. That's when we want it so bad!&lt;br /&gt;Through good and bad times they are always there with an ear and a shoulder. It is so easy for us to take those for granted. I admit that I did take them for granted on occasions. &lt;br /&gt;I started these six months by looking at it as an opportunity to try to bond with the second set of wonderful parents that God has given me - knowing not everyone is blessed with parents like them. &lt;br /&gt;I am very quick to judge what doesn't happen my way - but always fail to see what does. I never stopped to see how things would have been different if they were not as understanding and supportive as they are. &lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy being with me - I can be difficult sometimes (about 90% of the time) - brought about by pressure at work or stress in my mind. Whatever it may be - they always tried to make it better and I sometimes didn't see that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot I learned in the last six months and it has left me wanting more. I want to spend more and more time knowing them as parents, guides, friends and as an integral part of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to see what we took for granted when we are not granted the pleasure anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-4034886786875128444?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4034886786875128444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=4034886786875128444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4034886786875128444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4034886786875128444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2009/10/everytime-you-go-away.html' title='Everytime you go away...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-3204654727934372309</id><published>2009-08-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>The grower in me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-vcQ2MJBfs/SnjSJkvdFmI/AAAAAAAAA_U/px3XwuGHmmE/s1600-h/Tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-vcQ2MJBfs/SnjSJkvdFmI/AAAAAAAAA_U/px3XwuGHmmE/s320/Tomatoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366270017935316578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one with a green thumb, toe or even a nail in me. There were times when I saw my mother tirelessly spend time nurturing her saplings and watching them grow and bear fruit. She would be ecstatic when that would happen - even if it was one hot pepper in the entire meal - made with store brought vegetables except that one pepper!&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I even had that trait in me - until very recently when I started feeling very green! Not with envy - but the urge to dig up some soil and put a seed in it has been unbearable. It could be some genes I inherited from my mother - or it could simply be my way of having my mother close to me. It probably makes me feel like she is around here somewhere - living through my plants. I know she would be a million times more thrilled than me to see my little green babies. Imagining her smile makes me smile. I can never be as good a gardener as she is - she knows and understands plants much better than anyone I know. She feels their pain even when a leaf falls off - it is touching to see her tend to them. &lt;br /&gt;I have seen that same affection in her all my life - may she never lose it. May she always give love to everyone around her and I know she will receive much more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back on track from my emotional tangent - with my other set of parents' help I planted quite a few seeds and saplings this year. My very first attempt to vegetable gardening. What do we have? Here goes... Onions, beans, tomatoes, peppers (a few different kinds), Eggplants (a couple kinds), Cauliflower, Okra, Corn, Herbs (Lavendar, Lemon Balm, Basil,Mint), Cucumber, Gourd (a couple kinds), Spinach and Fenugreek. Although most of them aren't doing so well and we are not hoping for a miracle either - there have been some fruits. Some of the pictures (to follow) posted here are of various stages and some fruits. Hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoyed them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-3204654727934372309?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3204654727934372309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=3204654727934372309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3204654727934372309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3204654727934372309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2009/08/grower-in-me.html' title='The grower in me...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-vcQ2MJBfs/SnjSJkvdFmI/AAAAAAAAA_U/px3XwuGHmmE/s72-c/Tomatoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31585616.post-2058884271840221634</id><published>2009-05-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:20:33.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together forever....</title><content type='html'>Its been 4 months since Maggie walked into our lives. It has been a wonderful journey with long winding roads filled with a new adventure. She has grown into a beautiful 40lbs puppy... we got her when she was only 11lbs. Her baby teeth fell out recently - I found evidence of that along the stairs and on the side of the doors which were chewed on to ease the uncomfortable feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday starts with a jingle of her collar when she finds a cosy nook to sit in right outside our bedroom door and tries to see if we are awake of sleeping. She is a lovely little girl who doesn't wake mom and dad up to go outside - she waits for us to wake up and then lets us know its time. &lt;br /&gt;With all the training and playing - there is some training going on for us too - we are getting trained to be better human beings. I have never seen her angry or aggravated yet. There is the occasional bark - but that is not out of anger - just excitement. She never gives up or gives in. When we delay giving her food - she never stops asking for it. Following me with hopeful eyes that my hands would reach out for her bowl. The moment it actually does must be so rewarding for her - she sighs - thinking - finally they get my point!&lt;br /&gt;She is wonderful to have around - always ready for a warm hug. Always ready for a good whack with her ever wagging tail. It take no effort to fall in love with her. Sometimes she is silly, sometimes naughty, sometimes crazy, sometimes just a darling, sometimes sleepy, sometimes playful, sometimes funny but always love-able. &lt;br /&gt;When times are tough, her face is all I need to brighten up my day. Without caring or asking about my day - she knows I have had a bad day and comes with open arms to receive me everyday - no matter how late I get home. &lt;br /&gt;May God bless her with many beautiful and healthy years of life ... and may we as her parents be able to make it the best for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-2058884271840221634?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2058884271840221634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=2058884271840221634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/2058884271840221634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/2058884271840221634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2009/05/together-forever.html' title='Together forever....'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-3199513102025561914</id><published>2009-03-31T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:42:21.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time... ever I saw your face</title><content type='html'>It was a gorgeous saturday morning in Spring (March 28th, 2009) that we woke up with a spring in our step and twinkle in our eyes. Our little darling was coming home that day. I could not help going over her checklist mentally a million times. I never knew if I have enough to keep her happy, safe and comfortable. It is a constant question in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;We drove for about an hour and half to get to her. When we got there - it started sinking in. This is it... this is the end of just the two of us. We will be three of us now. &lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing feeling holding her for the first time... she was scared understandably - but it still was the most beautiful feeling. &lt;br /&gt;She was crying and sad throughout the car ride home. By the time we made it in - it was mid-afternoon and she was hungry. So we bonded a little over food - but she chose to be left alone and settle down for a nap for a while after that. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was very quiet - she went into her crate without a question at night - to sleep. She slept calmly most of the night. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good day - she was a little  better. Not yet ready to explore everything - but better. She was sticking to one side of our living room and would be anxious if she didn't see us. &lt;br /&gt;Then began the endless jumping around, bouncing around ... wanting to play... the slipping on her own even while standing in one place... the standing in the food bowl while eating... the I want to eat everything in sight...&lt;br /&gt;It is a riot at home - the whole time. The saddest part of these couple of days were when we had to leave alone and step out to go to work. She would understand - she is a good girl - but her sad eyes followed us... today she fell asleep even before we could say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a new beginning and every beginning ends with a long string of beautiful memories left behind for us to cherish forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to many more beginnings... many Winters,Springs,Summers and Falls... with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2814238&amp;l=320b013f81&amp;id=666336207"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-3199513102025561914?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3199513102025561914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=3199513102025561914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3199513102025561914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/3199513102025561914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-time-ever-i-saw-your-face.html' title='First time... ever I saw your face'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-5794981727504631481</id><published>2009-02-25T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:13:37.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while.. where have you been</title><content type='html'>True... I was occupied.. pre-occupied and post occupied with a lot of things this past few months. So there haven't been regular updates to this really. Not that anyone cares... :D. However, life has been good to us. As they say - no news is good news. Same applies to us. A and I have been exactly where we were - doing exactly what we were doing before dropping off the face of this blog. But - now we are back. Lots of news... A is on his was to becoming a phd! We are getting a new addition to our now little family. Her name is Maggie - she was on born on Feb 1st 2009 and will be coming home 28th of March. Can't wait to hold her! A's parents are visiting us for 6 months this summer. That will be good. Since we do get a little tired all by ourselves. After all we are from a country where 1 billion of us fit into that small piece of land. So not seeing people around us (all the time) makes us a little unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;That is all for news from my end. Pictures of Maggie to follow soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-5794981727504631481?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5794981727504631481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=5794981727504631481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/5794981727504631481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/5794981727504631481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-while-where-have-you-been.html' title='Been a while.. where have you been'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-7711505284510726758</id><published>2008-12-21T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>So A and I have been wanting to get a dog home for the longest time. Finally we made up our minds to get one and call it our own. The moment this decision was announced - critics jumped on us. Well wishers - that is what they are. Well... if you wish well for us - then wish well... hope that when we get the dog home we can bear that responsibility and do a good job - really - just wish us well for once!&lt;br /&gt;If you are expecting us to fail and give up the moment it starts getting difficult - then you really have no faith in what we do - and no trust in what we promise to do. &lt;br /&gt;So - now the story is - I am even more determined to bring the dog home - more because I want to prove you wrong - for all the times that you doubted us. It is never enough - no matter how much you prove yourself - there are always those who peek from behind the bushes and wait for you to fail - just to pounce on you then and tell you "I told you so". They never come around to ask - "how can we help"...&lt;br /&gt;They have doubted all the time - no matter what we do - doubt is always the first reaction. I have never heard them saying they believe we can do it. It breaks my heart every time - yet I try to do everything right just to get them to believe. But it is too much to ask. &lt;br /&gt;Note to self - remember never turn to these people for help - because all you will see if their backs because they will be the first to turn away and start walking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-7711505284510726758?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7711505284510726758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=7711505284510726758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/7711505284510726758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/7711505284510726758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/12/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-6067644908685541286</id><published>2008-12-12T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping count...</title><content type='html'>Remember the good stuff... remember the positive things...&lt;br /&gt;Well then we will never learn, will we? Everything that is good has a bad side... its just like two faces of the same coin. Can we just look at one side and not bother about the other? The coin will always have two faces whether we like it or not. So - the better way to think (according to me is) - know there is or was some bad side to this good side that we are in now... &lt;br /&gt;Everything that goes up - comes down... only then does it go up again. So this is my attempt to keep track of everything that wasn't so nice/positive/good in 2008. Now that it is coming to an end... hopefully 2009 will bring better brighter days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so good...&lt;br /&gt;2008: &lt;br /&gt;1. took Dimma away from us: My 96/97 year old maternal grandmother. She was bundle of sweet. I still remember the distinct smell of her - a mixture of paan and zarda. She was a very straight forward woman. Never fearing to tell the truth. An ray of hope in the right direction, for all of us who are quickly becoming part of this hypocritical society. As we grow old - memories from our childhood start to fade. There is so much I still remember about my childhood with Dimma. I will document that in another blog post - some other day - and do justice to the memories.&lt;br /&gt;2. took a little part of me away: If all went well - who knows where we would have been. We would probably have been riding high in parenthood heaven. But - that was not meant to be - so it didn't. Let's not dwell on it. This is meant as a reminder of what was and a hope for what might come to be. &lt;br /&gt;3. took A's Dadima from us: I didn't know her too well - just the short visits we had when we went back home. But she was a strong women I heard. She fought till the end and was lucky to have her sons with her in her last days. May she rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;4. took a few other people - who we didn't really know - but they were important to some of our friends. May we never forget them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;1. A's cousin found a place for herself in Boston. This is extra special because - I know A loves to have people and family around. Seeing him happy makes me happy. The past few months have introduced me to a life where its just not the two of us anymore - and I have loved it. &lt;br /&gt;2. My childhood friend came to visit us from London - only for 3 days... it was a short trip - but it felt good. After such a long time to just sit around and talk and talk and talk .. till it was time for her to check in for her flight!&lt;br /&gt;3. A turned 30! We didn't do too much to mark the occasion but it is sure worth remembering. Maybe I will do something special for him next birthday. &lt;br /&gt;4. A new opportunity presented itself to A. He got a chance to diversify his skills - which will get us closer to India sooner! So that is definitely a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;5. We settled on a house in India. Finally! So - if all goes well... we will have a place to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I could think of so far... will amend this list as I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-6067644908685541286?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6067644908685541286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=6067644908685541286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/6067644908685541286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/6067644908685541286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-count.html' title='Keeping count...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-986528578694816447</id><published>2008-11-30T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things come in small packages...</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd died and gone to heaven. If there is a place on earth that we can call heaven - that was home - these past 3 weeks. We had a little angel staying with us - she gave us (A and I) the most wonderful memories. Sure... there will be many more wonderful memories in our life... nothing like the first ones though! &lt;br /&gt;Her four little paws... walking all over A in the morning... trying desperately to get our attention and wake us up - so one of us can be nice and take her outside. The amount of unconditional love that comes out of those ultra-expressive eyes... the never ending willingness to lick our hands,feet,faces and anything else she can lay her tongue on was simply put - breathtaking. &lt;br /&gt;Every morning would be a routine of love and affection showering - just before we head out for a brief walk. The noiseless barks and howls are a treat for the ears and watching her take it extremely seriously is hilarious! Soon after the walk - we come back inside genuinely concerned about A and where he is. Food is the remotest thought in our minds at that point. As soon as we spot A in the house and notice that he is getting ready to leave for work - little miss B gets sad - her favorite person is about to head out the door and she will be left behind with me or our cousin or no one!&lt;br /&gt;We can visibly see the thoughts crossing her mind at that point. Her sad eyes get sadder by the minute... but still with a heavy heart we leave her behind her gates. &lt;br /&gt;She watches in silence - never complaining - just telling us over and over again - "I will miss you". &lt;br /&gt;The days when I stay home with her - pass by beautifully with us hanging out together. She will follow me with her little click-clack footsteps every where... she sleeps through most of the afternoon - when I am trying to get most of my work done. Then as soon as evening rolls in - she knows A is going to be back home soon. Then she starts waiting...&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the garage door starts rolling up - it is time for her to run around the house and find the door that will open and bring her closer to A! It was a pleasure watching her go through the entire drill every single day! Some days I was lucky to be on the receiving end of it and I must point out that it is the best welcome anyone can ever get! No one has been so overjoyed to see me after just 8 or 9 hours! &lt;br /&gt;Well... now she is back home with her real parents - it was great for A and I to play foster parents for a while. She is a lovely girl and we will always cherish these three weeks.. and wait for the next time we can have her around.  &lt;br /&gt;The most painful part of these three weeks was when we had to get into the car without her after we dropped her off at her real parent's... those eyes looking at us asking "why can't I come?" are just painful to forget. But we know she is happy - and may God always keep her that way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-986528578694816447?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/986528578694816447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=986528578694816447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/986528578694816447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/986528578694816447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-things-come-in-small-packages.html' title='Good things come in small packages...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-5667475666920838808</id><published>2008-11-20T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of a journey....</title><content type='html'>Today being my first day of blogspot writing, thought I would keep it simple &amp;amp; general as I am not sure how the writing will turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing with the idea of writing, the moment guria mentioned it last night, though I am not sure if I ever wanted to, especially blogs, because somehow I never understood the mechanism or never found it interesting enough!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the idea of writing down the memories of our childhood or that of our lives &amp;amp; sharing that with each other that interested me most. When I went to sleep, I laid awake thinking about what I would write &amp;amp; how…but today morning, sitting infront of the laptop, (oh god!!!!) wish I could the inside of my brains (!!!)…. innumerable thoughts started creeping in &amp;amp; fighting to come out making it more difficult for me to actually think as to what I would write!!! That’s why decided to keep it ‘general’!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the number of memories coming back to me…well, my life is not that lifeless!! &amp;amp; come to think of it…I always thought my life was worth nothing remembering for!!! I wonder where were all these memories for all these years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea of memoirs was associated with the conventional method of pen &amp;amp; paper, where one would read out to others their thoughts, observations etc. or if not, to maintain it as one’s personal space where one would pour his/her heart out, away from the prying eyes of the world. Blogs, well, I was not too sure about that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this age when everything happens at the speed of nanoseconds, people around the world may have come closer but yet they have managed to move away from their own self or so as to say their immediate near &amp;amp; dear ones. We talk of networking nowadays &amp;amp; yet how little we know of the people staying with us!!! Blogs may be one of the ways to maintain that personal touch inspite of being millions of miles or few steps away from each other..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how our, guria’s &amp;amp; mine, venture of writing down our memories turns out to be!! 20 years down the line, I don’t know where we will be, but hope this blog will still keep us going!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-5667475666920838808?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5667475666920838808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=5667475666920838808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/5667475666920838808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/5667475666920838808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/beginning-of-journey.html' title='Beginning of a journey....'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-4622610390661650328</id><published>2008-11-04T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To read a person...</title><content type='html'>Impressions form in a matter of seconds, it takes even less time to ruin a really good impression. It is worth a moment of everyone's time to stop and think how much work goes into building a relation, making an impression, leaving a mark (a good one)... and it takes so little to wipe out all that hard work. A blow to the right place with the wrong words or actions will ruin everything. Recently I have come to realize that what seems to be ...hardly is.. and what is...seldom seems to be. &lt;br /&gt;Both A and I are alike - taking someone on face value has become a (bad) habit for us. In the end what awaits eagerly is just hurt and broken relations. Relations that we thought were important and mattered... we would and could go out of our way entirely to make it work. Silly kids... that is so juvenile! Well... we are learning.. slowly but surely. To have a good relation with anyone... there is always a lot of work involved. Even when someone is related by blood - we are born with the relation - however keeping it alive is entirely our responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To build a good future... it is important to look into the past and learn from all the rights...that went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is OK to judge - but do we feel equally OK when we are set on the other side of the same table?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-4622610390661650328?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4622610390661650328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=4622610390661650328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4622610390661650328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4622610390661650328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-read-person.html' title='To read a person...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-1599659271846884018</id><published>2008-09-26T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it OK to give up?</title><content type='html'>To give up and give in - can be read by whoever is reading as weakness. In the face of adversity we are pretty much accepting that whatever the difficulty is did get the best of me. There is nothing more we can say or do... really? I don't think so. There is a reserve of strength, courage and perseverance in all of us. We don't know about it till the day when we need it. That is why we often hear people use the phrase - "Just when we were about to give up...". This only goes to show that what we think is the limit is hardly that. There is no doubt a limit to everything - a limit to what you can do for others, a limit to what you can take from others, a limit to how far you would tolerate. It is upto every human being to set the limit for ourselves. People who choose not to set a high limit are the ones who usually give up and give in early in the game. Survival was never going to be easy. In reality it is a game that we all play till the end. When the end arrives and we are left alone we think back on all that we have done. It is those who are not alone at the end who know they have come out on the top and top is where they stay...forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-1599659271846884018?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1599659271846884018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=1599659271846884018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1599659271846884018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1599659271846884018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-ok-to-give-up.html' title='Is it OK to give up?'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-8534639452077926270</id><published>2008-08-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get..Set..Wait...</title><content type='html'>Yes! I know what I want to do... I'll start my own small business. I will be my own boss. That in itself is a bright idea - bright enough to keep me going all day. Not that I don't like my present or past supervisors bar one. I have been somewhat lucky in that area... they were all wonderful mentors who knew exactly how to and when to let go and when to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;That being said - I and many like me always wanted to started something of their own - this is the age of Baby Boomers - not that I am a baby anymore.. i am quiet old to have started something 10 years ago. But never say never right? So I am going to start something someday - there are a billion ideas playing around in my head all day everyday... to see any one of them through to reality is going to take a lot of courage. Specially because we (as a family) have a few commitments  that will take precedence and then comes my dream. But this dream won't be a dream forever - that I am sure of. I will begin my journey to entrepreneurship soon... a few years maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to disclose my ideas on this blog just because I don't want the whole world (not that anyone reads) to read about it and beat me to it! The first rule of being a successful business woman - be wary of business women like self - no one minds a good idea for free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-8534639452077926270?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8534639452077926270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=8534639452077926270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/8534639452077926270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/8534639452077926270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/08/getsetwait.html' title='Get..Set..Wait...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-1935322934585506911</id><published>2008-07-31T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:52.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>For mine to have and remember... what about people who can't remember? No - I am not one of them - I am on the other end of the spectrum. I remember too well. Every word, action, expression.. every single detail. Sometimes it is painful. The downside of remembering is... I have access to and can play back every single moment in my head a million times - they can be paused..rewound...I never really fast forward. However, as cool as it sounds... it is not that cool all the time. I don't wish to remember some of the not-so-pleasant moments in my life. The curse is... I have to.&lt;br /&gt;So that being said - how would it be if I could just forget everything. If I could immediately forget the many impressions that people leave behind... would that help? It might, in some cases... it will be a second chance to build relations that are misunderstood the first time. It will allow me to experience the little things in life a little better as if that it the first time I am ever seeing it. They say we should live every moment as if it were our last. I say live it like its your first! With "last" comes the thought of an end somewhere... which brings some sadness with it. But with "first" there is only a magnificent possibility of there being many more beautiful moments in life. So why not live like there is a whole life ahead of us. Forget and wipe out what the past tries to show us over and over. Learn from it but don't let it decide what your future will be. Let your heart (not head) decide what the future brings. If only everyone thought with their hearts... the world wouldn't be so heartless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hold the light in my hand... why should I shed it on the path I left behind...Won't I need it to look ahead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-1935322934585506911?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1935322934585506911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=1935322934585506911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1935322934585506911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1935322934585506911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-4374478568222239489</id><published>2008-07-16T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:00:08.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going off on a Tangent.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently something stirred up in me... I realized I am a very proud person. Maybe a little timid but proud. I don't show my pride at all really... but if you are looking for it - you will see it! Needless to say I am a working woman and that contributes a whole lot to my pride. Its not like I earn a whole lot to feel that way - but it is my hard earned money and with it I feel like I can buy the world for everyone! I truly can't. &lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little girl I was taught the importance of money... and how hard people work for it. So the importance of respecting someone else's money was a highlight in my values! I don't really think so much about things I own - they are mine and I know I can't offend myself. But when it comes to things that someone else owns... I am extra-ultra-careful. Its just in by blood - it comes naturally. &lt;br /&gt;I know and have met some people in my (still short) life who don't agree with that school of thought. A relation to them is what gives them the right to certain things. I might sound selfish - but - "what I have is mine - unless I give it to you and what you have is your's and I will not take it without your permission or assume you would want to give it to me unless you specifically say so". Does it make sense? Maybe it does - maybe it doesn't. Assumption is not what I live my life by.... I don't assume anything - even love. I need to know someone who loved me yesterday still loves me today - that is also their's to give... to who they please. I can (by my actions) prove myself worthy of it - but it is still not something I just assume.&lt;br /&gt;The only love that is unconditional - is a mother and her child's. That is the only thing that comes with no strings and cannot fade away. Everything else - we have to work towards - be it money...fame... honor.. even love. &lt;br /&gt;So that brings me back to my point earlier - can I assume that something that is not mine today will be mine - just because...? I don't see a reason why I should be able to make that assumption. If I don't fight or work for it - it never really is mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life was handed to us on a silver platter... would we still be alive or just exist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-4374478568222239489?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4374478568222239489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=4374478568222239489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4374478568222239489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/4374478568222239489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-off-on-tangent.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-1079561399144919335</id><published>2008-02-04T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:53:39.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortality</title><content type='html'>Immortality...its your's "take it"...said Brad Pitt as Acheles.&lt;br /&gt;On 3rd Feb at 11:00AM IST my dimma passed away. This was a day we all knew would arrive we just didn't want to think about it. She was a sweet gentle soul who never wished ill for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to jot down a few things that make her special and will always keep her alive in my mind as Dimma.&lt;br /&gt;1. The summer vacations to Ashoknagar to see Dimma&lt;br /&gt;2. The endless pampering of grandchildren showered by Dimma and Dadu.&lt;br /&gt;3. The visits in Kankulia house by Dimma... those were wonderful... she used to make goja and nimki for us!&lt;br /&gt;4. Visiting mumum in Dhakuria with Dimma - walking up from Kankulia to mumum's house in the evenings was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to celebrate Durga puja and Kali puja with Dimma.&lt;br /&gt;6. The smell of Dimma's house and sari filled with the minty freshness of Pan and zarda.&lt;br /&gt;7. The scoldings we used to get from Dimma and no scolding at all from Dadu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always miss you Dimma and Dadu. You will always remain in my heart as the two warmest people I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-1079561399144919335?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1079561399144919335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=1079561399144919335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1079561399144919335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1079561399144919335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2008/02/immortality.html' title='Immortality'/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-7546175047351683781</id><published>2007-12-19T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:28:08.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh Baby baby...&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember at what point I started wanting one of my own. At what point did my maternal instincts take over. I cannot put a finger on that moment but I know for sure that this is all I want today and will want for as long as I don't have my baby. And when I do I will not stop wanting another. They are precious... so many thoughts rush through my head when I think of how it will be when I will have a little person in my arms... looking up and thinking I am her/his hero. I know I used to always think my mom was my hero. She still is. There is so much strength in my mother and I think she got that strength as side effects of motherhood. I want to be strong too... just like Mommy. I can't imagine what it must be like to be the world for someone. A is my world... but I am hardly his. His world has so many things going on in it that sometimes I feel tiny in it. So I feel the need to have someone of my own... who will mean the world to me again and who will love me like there is no tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-7546175047351683781?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7546175047351683781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=7546175047351683781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/7546175047351683781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/7546175047351683781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2007/12/oooh-baby-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-6908132719171943389</id><published>2007-11-29T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:29:15.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions are made to be broken like promises…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all aren’t they promises made to self? Every year I make a list of ‘self-made’ promises – just to be kept to myself for about 15 days… and when a fortnight passes with no efforts made, the promises are conveniently forgotten. Only to be remembered at the end of the year. So this year I have a good set of promises – things that I want to do have piled up through the year and all of them have been compiled into one sweet list of resolutions. Here is a brief glimpse of the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;l&gt;&lt;/l&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i.Take care of myself – do something nice every day. Even if that involves spending 5 minutes to feel fresh.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ii.Invest sometime every day in arts and hobbies…take the mind off the every day things. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;iii.Follow the cleaning schedule to the ‘dot’. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;iv.Keep things organized as far as possible. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;v.Cut down on the amount of sleep… no one needs 10 hours of sleep! &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;vi.Do something nice for someone that you can write about.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;vii.Fill out and start your PM application. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;viii.Think about taking GMAT if PM is not working out. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ix. Save some money for ma and pa!&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Isn’t that a long enough list?&lt;br /&gt;Ok now moving on to Santa’s list. Although for me Santa is the sweetheart I married -  - no one ever told me not to make a list. What it Santa really exists… atleast he’ll know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;My list for Santa is very simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;l&gt;&lt;/l&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i.A baby&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it! See I told you it is not scary. No one every trusts anyone these days. Anyway – so since the spirit of Christmas rubs on everyone a little bit here and there – I am taking it upon me to make it as chritmassy as possible for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-6908132719171943389?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6908132719171943389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=6908132719171943389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/6908132719171943389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/6908132719171943389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2007/11/resolutions-are-made-to-be-broken-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-1915275755581060598</id><published>2007-11-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:49:24.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span &gt;Are you sure this is development?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are proud to be Indians – especially given the recent economic development of the country! Measures of development of a country is set against an economic benchmark. Ask any regular middle class or as they prefer to be called these days upper middle class family member and all that has changed is that people ended up with more money. That is because the employers (mostly MNCs) are paying more. That is good – Mr A would say – “this money will trickle down to the poorer people in the society and it will show”. Sure it takes time for anything to trickle down through a billion+ people. Not corruption. Not poverty. Not illiteracy. How has that survived for so long and grown by leaps and bounds? We have seen wonderful developments made in the capital city. New roads – better public transportation systems, the IT hub of the country (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;) is going to make helipads available in the city center to attract investors and VIPs to fly in and out without having to waste hours stranded in traffic. Is that a solution for the general population? We are not getting a helicopter anytime soon – so how is the commute going to look for us… every single day? How am I going to get to the hospital in a life and death emergency? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West  Bengal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; has become a whole different story on its own. Political big guns hire criminals to clean up for them and they are obliged for a meager sum of money. The common people who chose to earn an honest living suffer. Nothing has changed. It is easy to think “nothing has changed” and “nothing ever will”. It is also easy to say something needs to be done. But today we the young and the middle class of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; need to do something about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All I can do it think about it from thousands of miles away and hope and pray my family is safe and not being affected by this. But isn’t this a trickle effect – will this pain not trickle up or down to us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“If you undo all the work that you did in the past – you have nullified your existence. Aren’t you back where you started?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/31585616-1915275755581060598?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1915275755581060598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=1915275755581060598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1915275755581060598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/1915275755581060598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-you-sure-this-is-development-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-606954012831236057</id><published>2007-09-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:50:00.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To have and to hold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A little bit of understanding goes a long way. Life goes through thick and thin and takes us on a roller coaster ride with it. Emotions are not always something we can successfully control. Sometimes it is alright to give in to it and it is then that we turn to see the familiar face next to us and all we look for is a nod. Just to say "I know where you are and where you are coming from". But that, sometimes is the hardest thing to get from someone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everything else seems to be an easier option compared to just a little bit of support. Isn't that what relations are based upon? They say trust is the foundation of a good relation. Trust for what? Trust that I will always be there? Trust that I will never let you down? Trust that I won't give up? Can I expect the same trust? Can I trust you to be there for me? Can I trust you to understand me and my emotions? Can I trust you to support and love me always?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These are not questions for me... these are questions everyone who is or is planning to be in a relation for a lifetime should ask. Is there a 'no' hidden in all the 'yes'-es.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Probably it is too much to ask... or is it? &lt;/span&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/31585616-606954012831236057?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/606954012831236057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=606954012831236057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/606954012831236057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/606954012831236057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-have-and-to-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-2123084825412283103</id><published>2007-09-13T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:50:25.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pep-talk for self'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Long time no see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its been a while since I scribbled in here. But believe me - I have been thinking about things... So there is something to look forward to everyday. A special dinner, a new project, work, a new day! Life moves on and there are subtle yet important things that happen everyday...some remembered for years to come and some forgotten in a heart beat! Isn't this the only life we will know? So why is it that we don't end up treasuring every moment of it. Every second brings with it the mystery of the future and the memories of the past...doesn't it? I will never see myself like this again..! I will never wake up next to my better half on this day again! That has to be special...&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. now that I have managed to convince you and myself that I have been thinking... long story short.. I haven't really found anything outstanding to write about! So that brought me to think - why can't every moment be special? Why does something extra-ordinary-out-of-this-world have to happen to get my attention! So this weekend my yard gets my attention... small things that go un-noticed and fall in the list of trivial things get my attention. Because nothing is trivial and nothing exists without a reason. So lets all try to give every little thing its due importance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-2123084825412283103?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2123084825412283103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=2123084825412283103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/2123084825412283103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/2123084825412283103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-time-no-see-yes-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-902675234401938542</id><published>2007-07-17T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:55:17.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To love or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This might be a little too mushy for some - but my hormones are making me mushy today! So you guys get to suffer :). Lately I have been listening to some music that makes me want to curl up with my better half and just lay there. I am not sure what to call this - but have you ever felt like a song or a tune just touches the deepest corner inside you. It doesn't have to be extraordinary music - just some tune that penetrates your skin - mind and soul. It is an amazing feeling that makes you fall in love all over again and remember the reasons why you fell in love in the first place. Amidst all the trivial issues that life hands out everyday we seldom stop to think why we are where we are - what would have been if we didn't have the pillar of strength in our lives. I am not even sure I would have been writing this today. Life is just a little bit better because you are in it... It is not everyday that I acknowledge that. Our ears transfer the happy feeling to our hearts when someone sings praises for us - but how many times in a day have we stopped to say something nice to someone...especially the person that never forgets to shower us with love and affection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life will only get busier - does that mean that the person I love the most will get loved less with every passing day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-902675234401938542?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/902675234401938542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=902675234401938542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/902675234401938542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/902675234401938542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-love-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-679947228959822456</id><published>2006-12-10T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:16:59.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a loved one is lost - there is a lot of emotion around that event/occuring. To lose the oldest mother figure in the family is all in all painful. It takes a lot of time to come to terms with the fact that the kind, gentle, caring and always giving "Naani" is not around anymore for us to hug, share jokes with or simply put our head on her lap and fall into peaceful slumber. it is even more difficult to imagine that when we walk into her room the next time - she will not give us the brightest smile and welcome us...&lt;br /&gt;There are so many memories attached to every entity we meet in our life span - the most wonderful ones are with parents - soon after follows grandparents with their immense affection for grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong in the eyes of a grandmother; I remember my mother scolding me at times - and my Dimma (grandma) scolding her. It used to delight me to know there is someone who can stand up for us and tell my mom to give us a break! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;We know and love our grandparents for as long as we know and love our parents. If you ask me - they are the closest and most selfless relative we have along with our parents - everyone else is there for a reason - their reason is simply "LOVE".&lt;br /&gt;How can you start living without pausing for sometime to think that whatever happens from now on - memories of these white haired - toothless angels are all we will carry in our hearts...till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-679947228959822456?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/679947228959822456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=679947228959822456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/679947228959822456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/679947228959822456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-loved-one-is-lost-there-is-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-116567499314385986</id><published>2006-12-09T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:18:04.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pep-talk for self'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Anticipation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The definition of Anticipation is "in expectation" or "in prediction" - at any given moment our heart and mind expects a million things. But somehow we really anticipate a few of those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A vacation for example is something we all wait in anticipation for. From the very day we decide on the possibility of a vacation our heart flutters and feels happy at the mention of the "v" word. There are a million things that get planned around the few days of happy carefree life. Bound by the daily, sometimes monotonous, routine of 21st century living - any break big or small is welcomed with arms wide open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So now I am in the peak of my anticipating self... Vacation is around the corner - which means new places - good food - lots of catching up and all in all a wonderful time with friends. Nothing leaves behind more memories than a good vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-116567499314385986?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/116567499314385986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=116567499314385986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/116567499314385986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/116567499314385986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-anticipation-definition-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-116215950460124760</id><published>2006-10-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:17:50.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pep-talk for self'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;To plan or not to plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning the future to every detailed step is probably not possible. Some people leave all the planning to destiny. It is not my place to say if that is correct or not. But all I can think of is - if I don't plan what I want to do tomorrow and the day after long before the possibility of a tomorrow arrives - I will walk around lost and unsure like a zombie!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone plans in their own way - saving money is also planning in a way - putting away the left overs in the refrigerator is also planning. Every thing we do no matter how minuscule the action is - compared to something else is a plan that is leading to the next action.&lt;br /&gt;But again I have met people who are not willing to admit it and plan for what might be - they are probably too scared to leave the "what already is" world and venture out! planning for more than a few hours is terrifying for some people - while planning for anything less than a few weeks ahead is terrifying to some - probably to maintain some sort of unknown balance!&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show how much planning went into the making of us...so planning "IS" an integral part after all...or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-116215950460124760?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/116215950460124760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=116215950460124760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/116215950460124760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/116215950460124760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-plan-or-not-to-plan-planning-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-115703472608963959</id><published>2006-08-31T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:56:08.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blame it on PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They say we lose our minds once a month. I think we start being sensible once a month – but it only lasts for 3 or 4 days! Things we normally overlook and take in our strides get to us finally!&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me they should be getting to us all the time. But then if I say this to someone I will be blacklisted as the woman with PMS. It is funny how a little extra hormone can change your mental abilities. Tolerance level comes down and decibels go up!  My husband is totally terrified of “that time of the month” or as Red Foreman of “That 70’s Show” would say “The lady problem”. It is not all that bad. If human emotions were stagnant wouldn’t you get bored?&lt;br /&gt;If I am smiling all the time and saying all kinds of sweet thing – will it not get to “YOU” at some point? The only proof that I still have feeling is when my emotions change. If all of us were perpetually happy or sad or neither – how dull it would be! IMAGINE. So PMS is actually the real you who pays us a visit once every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-115703472608963959?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/115703472608963959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=115703472608963959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115703472608963959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115703472608963959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/08/blame-it-on-pms-they-say-we-lose-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-115522974394538448</id><published>2006-08-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:56:54.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pep-talk for self'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Imagine what you can do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The only strong belief I have held on to for sometime now is "There is nothing I cannot do if I put my heart to it". I have put this belief to test over and over again and it has never let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one promised me a bed of roses for life - our parents ensure we get one for as long as we are under their wings - but the moment you declare your freedom - you "are" on your own. So when tough times come knocking and you have knocked your head against the wall a million time; then comes a time when you almost give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All anyone needs to do then is take a deep breathe and a break for few moments to purge your mind completely. When you return to tackle the task/problem at hand - you will find renewed energy and more determination than ever before to see it to the end. It works like a charm every single time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up is something we do when we don't want to try enough, when we are unwilling to take those extra steps and see the rewards of our efforts. There is and will never be anything more rewarding than the fruits of real hard work. It could be working out hard at the gym... Ask someone how s/he feels about working hard and losing all the weight they wanted to lose. It is heaven right here on EARTH. So today I will start towards that heaven one little step at a time - by making my way to the Gym which has been beckoning me for the past one year! Keep you posted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-115522974394538448?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/115522974394538448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=115522974394538448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115522974394538448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115522974394538448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/08/imagine-what-you-can-do-only-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-115463126792683433</id><published>2006-08-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:57:31.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;Strong&gt;Look before you leap&lt;/Strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said in the local newspaper – “a seven month pregnant woman collapsed on a hot summer day and died”. The baby was fine, but the mother didn’t make it. When I wondered how this tragic event took place and read on – it said that she was at a game!&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think if I should name it as careless or carefree. But no matter whatever anyone names this incident…it looks like the baby is going to have to live without its biological mother because the mother wanted to go watch a game outside when the temperature was close to a hundred degrees!&lt;br /&gt;The most delicate state a woman can be is when she is carrying another life inside her. If not for herself or anyone else she holds dear – she should have a minuscule amount of fear in her for the life inside her. A mother’s instincts should be to protect the baby and do everything in her power to keep it safe. Foregoing the chance to watch the Red Sox play the Angels is not a decision that should take more than a split second to make. Some people are willing to give it a thought some people just leave it to fate and the thoughts flood the mind later…&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/31585616-115463126792683433?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/115463126792683433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=115463126792683433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115463126792683433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115463126792683433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-before-you-leap-they-said-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-115384814115889298</id><published>2006-07-25T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:57:48.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pep-talk for self'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams are probably the most wonderful images of our ambitions and hopes. There is never a moment when one stops dreaming. We dream of our future...tomorrow...how things will be - what turn our life will take. Some predictable some not.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams let us get a glimpse of how it will actually be. Dreams provide us with the much needed push in the right direction sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow you don't have to really go to sleep and have a dream to "have a dream". Gently kindling the hope of being in a state of mind or body in the future...is all we need.&lt;br /&gt;This spark keeps us going from achieving on dream to the other. IF there should come a day when we have no more dreams...this life that we live so dearly will be one monotonous journey, where we count every minute towards the inevitable end. And then...by all possibility the end will become a dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-115384814115889298?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/115384814115889298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=115384814115889298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115384814115889298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115384814115889298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreams-are-probably-most-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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-31585616.post-115376940120248743</id><published>2006-07-24T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:17:20.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...how &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;it come to this. I am not sure about people (I would sure like to find out though) but for me "inspiration" does come standard. All I have to do to get inspired - is watch someone else. Be it jogging, writing, painting, swimming or something as trivial as drinking an extra glass of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like I don't like getting inspired...ofcourse I like it! Who doesn't like getting inspired by something nice and then making it your own? But here is the problem...drummroollllll- I am only interested in going after something for the next 5 minutes...then I find something else much more inspiring and go after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how human nature works or is it just me...so if you don't see a post from me ever again...you will know what to do to get me back on the wagon! See you then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31585616-115376940120248743?l=splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/feeds/115376940120248743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31585616&amp;postID=115376940120248743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115376940120248743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31585616/posts/default/115376940120248743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitsecondofeternity.blogspot.com/2006/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Picture of You!</name><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></feed>
