<?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-30388517</id><updated>2011-09-17T07:28:20.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal</title><subtitle type='html'>There are things that last forever...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-3585479608261141381</id><published>2011-08-09T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:12:20.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt; Some say in ice.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;br /&gt;I hold with those who favor fire.&lt;br /&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know enough of hate&lt;br /&gt;To say that for destruction ice&lt;br /&gt;Is also great&lt;br /&gt;And would suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-3585479608261141381?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/3585479608261141381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/3585479608261141381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2011/08/fire-and-ice.html' title='Fire and Ice'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-6964917868654772216</id><published>2011-07-14T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T10:04:50.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This city always cheers me up. It makes me feel loved and cherished and free and strong, strong enough to do anything. N it always gives me people I can fall back on or expect to lend me a shoulder during hard times. I love the other city too but this is the one I call my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;P.S. Cuckoo bird, Garfield and Kumbhu baby, the other city is whichever one we can be together in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-6964917868654772216?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/6964917868654772216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/6964917868654772216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2011/07/city-of-dreams.html' title='City of Dreams'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-7913858668745081967</id><published>2011-03-09T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:43:51.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N you're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone’s stolen you away from me. I’ve lost ya forever and whether I like it or not, thats how things stand. I admit I wanted a change but that didn’t mean I’d give you away or let go, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what its worth, they’ve been after me since ages to change ya. But that didn’t matter, did it? We were happy together. So what if I couldn’t hear you sometimes or your friends from the box had long left? N one can’t say you got lonely either, for I hardly ever let ya out of sight or earshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it could only mean one of two things. Either you wanted a change (which is just crazy!) or you decided to spread the happiness to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there’s only one thing that can be done – give in to their demands and get a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu my precious... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-7913858668745081967?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/7913858668745081967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/7913858668745081967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2011/03/n-youre-gone.html' title='N you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-2538579068331697053</id><published>2010-12-21T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:54:20.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress busters</title><content type='html'>Talking helps&lt;br /&gt;So does walking&lt;br /&gt;Add to that smiling, laughing and flying&lt;br /&gt;N you're back to how things were at the start... Childlike happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-2538579068331697053?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/2538579068331697053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/2538579068331697053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/12/stress-busters-talking-helps-so-does.html' title='Stress busters'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-1587456203344407057</id><published>2010-12-16T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:56:37.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life stood still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wore a crown&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t afraid to drown&lt;br /&gt;I flew alone&lt;br /&gt;Feeling I could face a cyclone&lt;br /&gt;One day I fell&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t even tell&lt;br /&gt;Life stood still&lt;br /&gt;I’d fallen ill&lt;br /&gt;I lived alone&lt;br /&gt;So weak, could have been blown&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo bird sang in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Garfield bought me a pear&lt;br /&gt;Kumbhu couldn’t come in&lt;br /&gt;Blew kisses and said amen&lt;br /&gt;Moon face sat besides me&lt;br /&gt;Banana bringer sang a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Baby spring whispered at night&lt;br /&gt;Its older version disappeared from sight&lt;br /&gt;I felt loved and happy&lt;br /&gt;Why does being well sometimes feel crappy? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-1587456203344407057?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1587456203344407057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1587456203344407057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wore-crown-wasnt-afraid-to-drown-i.html' title='When life stood still...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-6361601399828569104</id><published>2010-12-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:08:48.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I want is to sleep after a hot bath on a full tummy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I want is to soak in the sun while staring into empty space post lunch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I want is to hear voices of loved ones &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I want is that rabbit remains at the store&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I want is to walk when I desire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m not thinking of flying just yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;P.S. I'm a liar. I want so much more but for starters this'll do :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-6361601399828569104?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/6361601399828569104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/6361601399828569104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want.html' title='All I want'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-6325672420803581683</id><published>2010-12-13T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:43:26.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pug? Birds? Naah..... Rabbit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yWNMWcLo-Q/SeFo_dQHDFI/AAAAAAAABng/hODT7qRoVGQ/s400/bunny+rabbit+carrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yWNMWcLo-Q/SeFo_dQHDFI/AAAAAAAABng/hODT7qRoVGQ/s400/bunny+rabbit+carrot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m innocent. All I wanted was a pug... to follow me everywhere once I was back, to look at me with its screwed up little face, innocent eyes... loving eyes. But people told me I couldn’t act so selfish. I couldn’t deprive it of potential company and love and care. So I was forced to act in consideration of a creature I hadn’t even set eyes upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones can sense your disappointment. I soon found myself flooded with suggestions. Cuckoo bird with with her term wise solutions, Garfield with his kitten, Kumbhu baby with his parrot in a cage, blue eyed sweetheart with love birds ;) then cuckoo bird with love birds without a cage :o spring 1 with ducks :o :o someone with piglets but then spring 2 has already got me one ;) spring 1 with tortoise (spring 1 come on!!!) blue eyed sweetheart’s sweetheart reminded me of PETA (thank you!), dramatic lotus with gunea pigs (ppl size does matter!!). Finally came the most far fetched suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumbhu baby: ‘how about a rabbit??? Soft to touch, pink upraised ears, it’ll hop around you, follow you everywhere, sit with you on a table with a carrot in hand and chew. It is also accustomed to living in a cage without much company. You’ll be all it needs, apart from carrots of course.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded ridiculous then n it sounds ridiculous now. But then you haven’t seen this rabbit I set eyes upon. It wasn’t a baby rabbit. It looked older, wiser. N when it looked at me, I thought I could take it home. I visited the store every day. I smiled, I laughed. It hopped around me nibbling on the carrots I took along. For those moments, I forgot we were at a pet store with people around. Potential buyers eyed us with envy. But we were in our own world. For those moments, I was happy.. ecstatic.. I was at home. When not there, I would invariably end up thinking I should perhaps get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how these decisions are. Kinda irrevocable. If you can act with consideration towards an unknown creature, how could you not think about one you’ d grown so attached to? Would I not change my mind in future? Did I really need it?Could I really need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts vanished everytime I walked into the store and I decided to let it remain that way. Blissful it was, but unless I made up my mind, it was also transitory. Not that I didn’t realise so at the start. That day, as I walked in with the usual carrot in hand, I saw it nibbling on another carrot, someone else’s carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not sold yet but there are other carrots in its cage now. Who brings these? I ask myself. I haven’t seen them. I don’t know what this means. I know what it &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; mean though. What I also know is that each time I walk into the store, it comes hopping towards me as if nothings changed. Perhaps it hasn't. For those moments I'm happy... ecstatic... at home again. Only that now I suddenly want it more than ever.. like crazy bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m innocent Kumbhu baby. You suggested I get a rabbit. Now i’m addicted to the notion..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-6325672420803581683?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/6325672420803581683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/6325672420803581683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/12/pug-birds-naah-rabbit.html' title='Pug? Birds? Naah..... Rabbit!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yWNMWcLo-Q/SeFo_dQHDFI/AAAAAAAABng/hODT7qRoVGQ/s72-c/bunny+rabbit+carrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-7675058472738877006</id><published>2010-11-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:59:28.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeline (continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or fight with them on tough days, when you've run out of activity and need something to distract ya ;) ? Only that in this case, gadgets cant help reconcile! Sometimes you wish they were physically present by your side, so all you had to do was to hug em tight and apologise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Cant I keep my new life and preserve the best of the past as well?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I'm sure there's a way out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-7675058472738877006?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/7675058472738877006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/7675058472738877006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifeline-continued.html' title='Lifeline (continued)'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-1122693843213274228</id><published>2010-11-26T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:26:13.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being brought up in a close knit family can have its advantages (read loads of love and affection). However, it also has its share of pitfalls. The pitfalls don’t appear as grave when you live first in a hostel with 150 plus students and then in a residential university with 5,000 plus students and freedom to roam as and where and when you please. The pitfalls, unfortunately, loom large as you set out on your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at times like these – when you cook, eat, work and sleep, that you begin to feel a missing something (read company). Times like these make you realise the importance of gadgets, in short your virtual lifeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would life be like if you couldn’t talk to loved ones on your way back from work? have someone scream ‘welcome home’ when you entered an empty house? guide you when the pressure cooker started shaking with pressure on the gas burner? ask you how the food tastes, rather whether it got burnt :p? sometimes when you cant get sleep, sing lullabies (well almost ;))? and wake you up on days you wouldn’t have made it on time otherwise? N what about the bad days, when none of this happens, a movie on the laptop to cheer ya up? Or photos n videos to reminisce the times that were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys! Couldn’t have made it past a single day without ya’ll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand by me... forever!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-1122693843213274228?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1122693843213274228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1122693843213274228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifeline.html' title='Lifeline'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-2518200172199595249</id><published>2010-11-25T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:23:00.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telecom glitches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking of conferences (I’ve spent 6 of my last 9 working days attending em!), I’ve been to several across sectors and never once have I had to think twice before using my phone. Today, however, was a landmark in the history of conf experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a late entry, also a dramatic one since I had to keep standing for a few moments before I could spot a vacant seat (read inspired by the lady in red, blue and gold), I was finally ushered to a place in the middle of a colleague from work and a &lt;em&gt;Mr Raja&lt;/em&gt; from a telecom company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technical jargon intensified, coupled with the lengthy reading material my supervisor had pushed into my hands so as to be read during the conference, I slipped into a day dreaming spell. After stifling a few yawns, courtesy my disturbed sleep habits, I decided to refresh myself. Enter my dear phone and its free messaging service. Luckily, my friends in the room were also in a similar situation. Happily, we texted our way past a session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an eventful tea session (thats another post), it was absolutely imperative to share things with a few close friends! Hmmm... strangely something went wrong with the network and every msg had to be sent twice, if not more times, to ensure delivery. Now agreed that I was receiving delivery reports and replies every few seconds, butttt my phone was on silent!!!! After about 15 minutes into the telecom glitch, &lt;em&gt;Mr Raja&lt;/em&gt; from telecom decided to make his presence felt. “Excuse me, madam” as he bent towards my direction (btw we were sitting at full arm distance), “you seem to be quite busy msgn, its distracting me” :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghast, I didn’t know what to say to him. Had received a particularly vicious msg from someone and was dying to retort, but even after trying to resend it eight times, it refused to budge. The network had given up on the venue! So had I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Raja&lt;/em&gt; from telecom, tell me, were you unhappy that day??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-2518200172199595249?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/2518200172199595249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/2518200172199595249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/11/telecom-glitches.html' title='Telecom glitches...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-1517149560892297536</id><published>2010-11-23T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:41:51.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasn't sure if I'll come back anytime soon... but you knew all along didn't ya&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-1517149560892297536?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1517149560892297536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1517149560892297536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/11/n-im-back.html' title='N I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-628513090441747213</id><published>2010-11-23T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:44:21.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Palette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I sat in this crowded ball room housing a gas conference, I was surrounded by a sea of black n whites, the occasional blue and greys. Corporate clothing coupled with the technical jargon of speakers can be an ideal lullaby most would say. However, a few minutes past noon, a mere two hours late, entered &lt;em&gt;a whiff of fresh air&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady, dressed in a bright red n blue saree with gold patterns, matching gold bangles and a not so matching yet equally bright silver bag, smelt strongly of strong perfume. Instantly, sleep was a thing of the past. As she sat next to me, I smirked, assured in my blacks. ‘Where did she think she was coming????’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored her for a major part of the day until after lunch, when we finally struck up a conversation. Manager of a leading company, she was humble, patient enough to answer my sometimes really silly questions about her company. Hell, I’ve been using her office as a landmark for over a decade now and didn’t even know they were a manufacturing company! N still, it was me who smirked. The lady was surely a lot more than the color palette I had initially classified her as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how quickly we classify things and people. She looked to me, to use the colloquial expression, a mother of two - the kind that prepares breakfast and packs tiffins and rushes her kids off to school before donning her &lt;em&gt;Sunday best&lt;/em&gt; and setting out to a conference representing her company. Well, in that case, listen up kiddos! You’re blessed! Mumma’s this pretty... successful... adorable sweetheart (read motherly) who people look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, inspired, I set out in color myself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-628513090441747213?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/628513090441747213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/628513090441747213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2010/11/color-palette.html' title='Color Palette'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-1415748611355570389</id><published>2007-07-23T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:57:48.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long lost post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will survive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;I know things haven’t been going smooth between us of late. There are issues that I have been wanting to share with you for quite sometime but somehow it’s just not worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all… Belated happy birthday!!! Sorry I missed that out! But you’ve always understood me before… hope you’ll forgive me this time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite harsh to you, in ways that have threatened your mere existence, but I do know… you will survive… survive it all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you… my dear eternal… my confidante of one year…&lt;br /&gt;To our relationship, that’s gone beyond what I had anticipated…&lt;br /&gt;To us… together… forever …&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-1415748611355570389?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1415748611355570389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1415748611355570389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-lost-post.html' title='Long lost post!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-1834496867317210009</id><published>2007-05-31T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:58:47.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Those days… of pain… confusion… regret… longing… hoping… believing and then simply shrugging… ‘May be that’s how it was meant to be!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day… of speaking… hearing… realizing what I always knew… smiles… disguised tears… relief… revival… gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be strange at times… putting you through it all only to realize… what’s yours will always remain so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that are ‘Eternal’… I knew it all along!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;To a fresh start…&lt;br /&gt;To what it was, would have been and will be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love…love n lots more to make up for all those lost times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-1834496867317210009?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1834496867317210009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/1834496867317210009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2007/05/eternal.html' title='Eternal'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-593497990116096882</id><published>2007-05-17T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T06:16:21.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand reasons to love… and not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been a long time now…&lt;br /&gt;A long time wondering why I have to go through these spells of complex emotions, these phases that I haven’t quite managed to understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here seated comfortably with my folks surrounding me, dining like lords, being able to go wherever and do whatever… isn’t this freedom? Yet, why is it that something seems incomplete? As if I have everything but not ‘the’ one thing that is vital for true happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the other side to the story…&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away from where I grew up, away from the only people I had ever loved, away from the riches, comforts, everything that I grew up taking for granted.&lt;br /&gt;It would be wrong to deny that my new home lacks everything. There are severe constraints on basic necessities… permissions, submissions et al but another folly would be to overlook what it does give someone like me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was indeed a time when I was a spoiled brat (infact still am!) but things are different now. A strange sense of freedom fills me deep down inside, the kind of mobility that 17 long years could not instill… these past two years have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of the most mundane circumstances… I get exposed to some distinct times that send the adrenalin rushing… giving me the most exhilarating high I could have ever imagined. Am I getting addicted? Yes, it is an inseparable part of my existence now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come the matters of the heart! Hmm… I thought, rather used to consider myself incapable of loving anyone other than my folks… then I realized it was possible to have different ‘types n categories’… then there came a time I decided to do away with the complexities of fragmentation for I was indeed capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing something, someone, some moment… is this really me? I who try desperately to live in the present, remembering the past every now and then, yes, but moving on to what is in hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is me. I can say that with a smile on my face now rather than frown thinking of what’s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons have changed… and so have I. Aaah!! It feels nice you know… to be able to fly when people around are sulking of ‘burdensome’ lives, when the sun’s sudden decision to shine brighter makes others go dull… when I feel the strength inside of being able to take each day as it comes knowing that there are people… by my side and in my heart … to see me through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand reasons to love life… and of course a thousand to not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-593497990116096882?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/593497990116096882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/593497990116096882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2007/05/thousand-reasons-to-love-and-not.html' title='A thousand reasons to love… and not.'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-4387741326558015594</id><published>2007-01-03T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:05:48.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Special!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Standing on the sea shore ... with the sand slipping beneath my feet... the retreating waves... the sun setting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gone... the times... those moments... that feel of eternity... of life just going on n on n on..... the angry tides.. desperate tries... teary eyes... longing sighs... all past now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's happening again!!! No matter how hard u try to keep away from something.. it just catches up with u.. infact attaches itself like a parasite. So well decision made.. no more tryin to restrain... maybe this new year is a time for indulgence!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met sumone... after a long time ... n it felt like heaven!!! we sat there at first chatting.. catching up on wat life's been greeting us wid... then there came the spell of silence...like a cloud above the bright sun. The time to leave was finally here... i knew it.. yet i sat agglutinated to my seat.. hopin to absorb a little more of tat sumone i had been longing to meet for so long.....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i did get up eventually... n tat look in eyes did something inexplicable to my soul!!!&lt;br /&gt;There was this sumthng in my heart like forever now.... i hv said it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;N there was a reply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats wat called a fantastic new year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wat all there is in store....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah i wasn't just sayin it... i mean it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-4387741326558015594?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/4387741326558015594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/4387741326558015594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2007/01/changing-times.html' title='New Year&apos;s Special!!!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-116063954451715503</id><published>2006-10-30T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:55:08.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times, when words come to mind&lt;br /&gt;times, when the shadowy past gets left behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart aches to open up&lt;br /&gt;to let lose that unspoken love,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;something longs to hold that person tight,&lt;br /&gt;to tell him, you love him all right&lt;br /&gt;and that he is special in your life.&lt;br /&gt;That you pray for him every now and then&lt;br /&gt;and have been dreaming of this moment how and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You long to tell him how much it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;how of the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heart he wounds&lt;/span&gt;, blood splurts...&lt;br /&gt;The eyes moisten, the lips quiver,&lt;br /&gt;you know it's now or never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then out of nowhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the tide of memories comes rushing back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the longing gets thrown into the sack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the shores of love get washed away with sand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amid the two shores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sea of life passes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The love always supressed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while the rage remains undressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then finally, there comes a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment that can't be changed by any dime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You stand alone, trying to hold onto the slippery sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grieving the loss of that loving hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The soul weeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pain heaps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the eyes moisten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the lips quiver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you finally realise... it won't be ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times when unspoken words haunt the mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times, when painful regret becomes hard to leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, there are such times&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-116063954451715503?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/116063954451715503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/116063954451715503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/10/unspoken-words.html' title='Unspoken Words...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-116161295456650769</id><published>2006-10-23T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T07:15:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememberance</title><content type='html'>When slumber becomes alien to the eyes…&lt;br /&gt;When the mind wanders all the time…&lt;br /&gt;When no joy seems enough to bring back that smile…&lt;br /&gt;I sit quietly… watching the memories pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit with that longing look in my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;That hope that never dies.&lt;br /&gt;I sit longing for your first sight,&lt;br /&gt;My gaze locked… even at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your thoughts that flood my dawn…&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of your voce that penetrates through all those city horns…&lt;br /&gt;When the worldly sorrows begin to pile,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the mention of your name that brings back that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your absence haunts the mind…&lt;br /&gt;While the heart longs to rewind&lt;br /&gt;Those days that could have been a lot better…&lt;br /&gt;Just wish our moments together could last forever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-116161295456650769?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/116161295456650769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/116161295456650769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/10/rememberance.html' title='Rememberance'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-115797795379708329</id><published>2006-09-11T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:51:38.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life... well it's been so pacey lately that the mere attempt to catch up with it leaves me breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are moments... moments like these when i take a step back, allowing myself to lag behind further... to stop being on the stage of life.. to take a seat &amp; rewind the story... the story that's life to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Six days...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;an incomplete week for some, but for me it seems more wholesome than several months of my life. To say that i've been humbled, touched, gratified, ecstatic... all seem inadequate... Its more like being numb... with an overdose of emotions. There has been so much to say to so many... amazingly one always falls short of words when they are needed the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I've had a joyous reunion with my long lost love.i wud have thought that things wud be slightly rusty after our &lt;em&gt;eight&lt;/em&gt; month long seperation... but the high it gives me remains at its consistent best. Together we've struck again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term's coming to an end...a week off n then it gets mean again... back 2 back tests, activities &amp;amp; onerous tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then quoting a gentlemen i met recently&lt;br /&gt;'Everything a cow produces is not milk!' ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, the term will have it's share of smiles, frowns &amp;amp; everything human by the time it ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u god for making life what it means to me... &lt;em&gt;a rainbow of colours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-115797795379708329?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115797795379708329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115797795379708329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/09/retreat.html' title='Retreat...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-115589821089195664</id><published>2006-08-18T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T03:50:10.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Time's runnin out so this one will have to be quick....&lt;br /&gt;my results r finally out n so i m bac to the place i've been callin home for over a year nowi m in a single room this year... so the brooming can't be expected of others!!! as a result i've been borrowin it every alternate day! (mom r u smilin there???  ;)   )classes r hectic as usual.. the work load too taxing. who in d whole world studies in the first term???? but classes have been suspended for the week as a punishment... all this coz we havent been revising!!!!!!ahhhh! i m a senior this year n boy m i enjoyin it or wat???????? gr8 feelin... well worth the exam pressure........;)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i have been fightin lizards n spiders n wat not lately!!!! lifes changin .... beyond recognition&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile strange things r happening... nomad's not feelin nomadic.. rather lets just say.... there is a strange attachment thats developed for this pit sop... can't think of movin just yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are things changing a bit too much???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this still me???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-115589821089195664?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115589821089195664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115589821089195664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/08/update-on-life.html' title='An update on life...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-115341542689853120</id><published>2006-07-20T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:10:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt as though you have run out of words? That there are a million thoughts in your mind and yet when you sit down to talk them out, you find yourself searching for what to say? That you would love to talk to someone right now but can’t figure out a single sentence that makes sense? That you want to let out a wail of anguish and yet when you open your mouth speech deserts you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read of such states of mind… when one loses his senses… and allows the sands of time to take control… to guide him across what seems like an endless desert of gloom… a desert that is characterized by torturous days and the darkest of dark nights… with no oasis in sight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then… the winds of change take charge… is that a smile that just crossed your face?&lt;br /&gt;You wake up jubilant… there is a spring in each stride… suddenly the world expands… there are people you want to meet …there comes to mind an endless tale that you want to narrate… there standing under the sun… you feel blessed… blessed with the gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the tension of the opposites, one pulling you towards happiness and the other trying to push you into an abyss of never ending darkness? Have you ever felt the burden of … choosing the ‘path’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while since I updated this one. Its not that ‘words had deserted’ me… just that I would write a piece and leave it… the watch would tick away… and I would find myself coming back to start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks P for making me realize that this is something I do not wish to abandon. I will try and update this one every now and then. So long…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-115341542689853120?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115341542689853120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115341542689853120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-115159304712109324</id><published>2006-06-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:57:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories…ah! I am so… nostalgic today!</title><content type='html'>It’s been a while but I still remember that cold February (I guess that was it) morning… I had just got up from a sleep so sound that I felt I could go on for ages (that is till afternoon!)… Working away… toiling hard in the corridors of knowledge... I turned in my bed to face the glorious sunrise… (Ah! How I miss those early mornings!).&lt;br /&gt;Probably… it wasn’t so early coz the room was already abuzz with activity. Now I know what that thudding sound was!&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t any space ship landing… and forget the aliens who had come to rescue me from term end exams… it was my ‘conspirator’ rummaging away noisily in her cupboard! Alas another chocolate was on the way! (And to think you never shared any! Wait till I catch you red handed!)…The story goes that ‘conspirator’ gets chocolates every time that she conspires against me with ‘we know who’!&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOM…I jumped out of my skin…for a while I was paralyzed… she stood there with her hands up in the air (What good is that? I think I have gotten used to it anyways! So much for my peaceful morning!)… and then the ‘uncoordinated’ expressions were replaced with … a mutual sheepish grin. That happens often! Happy ending, eh? I thought so too…&lt;br /&gt;As I forced my self out of bed…yeah you are right… smiling…I did a little stretch and was on my way to answer the call…(com’on you ought to guess the caller!)… the world was still wrapped by a cover of fog… the view spectacularly limited… nothing was visible beyond the corridor…as if the field ahead was miraculously erased (I think I was still hoping the arrival of those Martians!{or whatever you call the generous inhabitants of Mars!}), unaware of what lay ahead…&lt;br /&gt;Enough for scenic appreciation, I thought. I headed in the direction of the ‘booth’ (you can guess what I am referring to)… Noooooo! Was I so late? Oh God how could this happen to me? There in front of my very eyes someone just entered the loo! How I wish I had not tried to trace those aliens! ‘I and only I can rescue myself from those exams and what about answering the call? Surely those aliens weren’t gonna invite me to their ship to help myself’… I was completely back to my senses now… waiting patiently for my turn… ah! Those moments sure felt like ages!&lt;br /&gt;So… while I passed time… talking around to an old mate who was desperately trying to get rid of her sleepy eyes… splashing ice cold water on her face… I finally got my turn. I was just entering the room when… the ‘cursed’ thing was delivered. Unaware of what it enclosed, we thanked the bringer and sat down to acquaint ourselves with what the world was going through…it’s then that I was told…&lt;br /&gt;I sat there with my copy of Times international, Vidu with Delhi times and…Sheikh with the main paper. ‘Guys! Seeeee…’ she screamed… I still think I saw a concealed smile on her face… ‘Bird Flu has unleashed terror all around! Chicken consumption may prove fatal.’ That was it… the eyes of this foodie swelled up…Heartbroken I rushed out of the room to have a few moments alone…&lt;br /&gt;Days became weeks and weeks months. Mc Donald’s no longer meant Chicken Mc Grills! Those were replaced with Alu ti… don’t even make me say it! All this while my ‘conspirator’ smirked at my grief… well not that she had conspired this time… but eh no consoling? Only family and mates like Shreya shared the pain…&lt;br /&gt;At last today’s a great day. Chicken at home? Yummmm… Ah! How long we had to wait for the taste of a single morsel!&lt;br /&gt;It’s now as I was sitting munching away that I remembered some ol’ times. Great memories eh?&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here typing away this extract, my mind is flooded with memories of a hundred more such incidents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is a piece of fiction… bits n pieces put together &lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Apologies if you don’t understand a few things… it might be unwarranted!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I am still waiting for my share of chocolates… I made the conspiracy a runaway success after all! &lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thinking bout… those days…those times…n something else…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-115159304712109324?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115159304712109324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115159304712109324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/06/memoriesah-i-am-so-nostalgic-today.html' title='Memories…ah! I am so… nostalgic today!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-115156162318589561</id><published>2006-06-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:31:01.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledgement...</title><content type='html'>You know, the one problem that I encounter when I sit down to write? It’s about what I should write…&lt;br /&gt;There are a myriad of thoughts and the issue is choosing which one to pen down.&lt;br /&gt;But today I shall take the opportunity to thank some very special people who mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;Every individual is unique and I respect this individuality. I also realize, as I have felt it for a long time now, I am different. More than inborn these differences have arisen thanks to some very special people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So today,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom n Dad. No matter how many times I say this, it will always be inadequate for words cannot express how I truly feel about you. I love you lots and have always done so.&lt;br /&gt;Bhai what can I say bout you? You are a mate and an ally in all my ‘acts of crime’. Thanks for being what you are for me.&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to all my mentors who of late have played my closest confidants. You’re the best.&lt;br /&gt;And now a word of gratitude to all those special people who I have come across in the journey called life… I was not born with you by my side…it’s destiny that has made our paths cross. Of these…some I have begun to call friends with the passage of time… some have left a lasting impact on me in the little time I could spend with them… time that was enough to imprint their image on the canvass of my heart…but time that proved too less to express my appreciation for them… and then of course there are some… I was perhaps too lucky to even meet. You are special and I hope we will someday spend enough time…for me to finish the backlog that I have had in my mind all this time.&lt;br /&gt;This nomad would probably never have found the journey so engaging and alluring, and the pit stops so refreshing had it not been for you all…&lt;br /&gt;You make me what I am… Blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-115156162318589561?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115156162318589561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115156162318589561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/06/acknowledgement.html' title='Acknowledgement...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30388517.post-115150237275080523</id><published>2006-06-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:46:12.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation...</title><content type='html'>As I patiently await the academic year ahead, I inevitably find myself reflecting on the year gone past… one whose memories shall remain etched on my mind and soul forever.&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how quickly seasons change and fill you for a longing for more… you know I have tried to figure out exactly how much this past year’s meant to me… but words have always appeared inadequate!&lt;br /&gt;Guess life is that ways. What’s gone cannot really be duplicated in words or otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on my childhood, Pooja (a dear friend) and I used to fantasize becoming authors… to be in the same league as our beloved Enid Blyton. I have a feeling this blog might just prove and become one such outflow of thoughts… one cherished story about life at boarding school and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately one eventful, fun filled year’s already gone past… actually rushed past at a pace so rapid that it’s left me gasping for breath… dying for more. More than for others, this one’s for me… an attempt to hold the slippery sand in my palm… the freely flowing water in my fist…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30388517-115150237275080523?l=nomadicneha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115150237275080523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30388517/posts/default/115150237275080523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomadicneha.blogspot.com/2006/06/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11735554796445571858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhNSe4eG3Yg/TOv6CBn4nuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irH6bzK8aIg/S220/Windows%2BLive%2BPhoto%2BGallery%2BWallpaper.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
