<?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-2102599229739525038</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:13:44.292+05:30</updated><category term='pretty gal'/><category term='invisible'/><category term='mallika'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='positive'/><category term='cup of tea'/><category term='instigator'/><category term='doorbell'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='atham'/><category term='scarecrow'/><category term='go green'/><category term='hope'/><category term='home'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='job'/><category term='bhagavad gita'/><category term='neighbor'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='mother'/><category term='friend'/><category term='Bombay'/><category term='raven'/><category term='story'/><category term='recession'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='Spero'/><category term='abhinav bindra'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Onam'/><category term='life'/><category term='flirt'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='agony'/><category term='nun'/><category term='church'/><category term='Valentines day'/><category term='plan'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='patience'/><category term='dahlias'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='Ambani'/><category term='old lady'/><category term='fear'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='lost Onam'/><category term='love'/><category term='painting'/><category term='Dum Spiro'/><category term='life&apos;s lesson'/><title type='text'>Awaken</title><subtitle type='html'>Its a reflection of my life, things I see, hear or talk about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-518401966794648051</id><published>2011-01-14T12:07:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:55:08.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dahlias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nun'/><title type='text'>Story of two Bombay Dahlias</title><summary type='text'>Not many choose this path. I never counted myself in many. May be that’s what brought me closer to you, Jesus. That’s why I decided to wear this robe for the rest of my life. I kneel before you at your altar, reminding me that I am not alone. I know you are watching over me. At every Sunday’s holy mass, I see her, Mrs. Thomas’s daughter. I see myself in that 7 year old. Seeing her come here to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/518401966794648051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=518401966794648051' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/518401966794648051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/518401966794648051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-bombay-dahlias.html' title='Story of two Bombay Dahlias'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1244130689132451651</id><published>2010-07-06T19:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:40:48.453+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agony'/><title type='text'>Go Green Agony</title><summary type='text'>I was trying to lay a brick on the wall on which WE are trying to paint “GO GREEN”.  I got to office on a cycle today. Had to fight with the security to secure a parking area. After losing the battle, with a cycle to park, I had to resort to the costly idea of parking the cycle at the “Visitor Area for Motor Cycles” for Rs.8/hr. There also I did face a bit of resistance from the parking bay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1244130689132451651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1244130689132451651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1244130689132451651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1244130689132451651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-green-agony.html' title='Go Green Agony'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-7020582641377703519</id><published>2009-09-05T03:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:19:04.510+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup of tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbor'/><title type='text'>The Rainbow</title><summary type='text'>I am her neighbor since couple of months now. She is alone. Alone since long. But a strong lady. She does all her chores by herself. I do occasionally ask her whether she would require something from the market as I am heading there with my list of things to buy. Answer had always been “No thanks, but thanks so much for asking”. I do remember the only time she did ask me to get her something from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/7020582641377703519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=7020582641377703519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/7020582641377703519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/7020582641377703519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainbow.html' title='The Rainbow'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1950233529836092868</id><published>2009-09-01T17:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:35:40.461+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost Onam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My Onam!</title><summary type='text'>Its Onam today. Tomorrow being the “Thiruvonam”, I will have to be 8 year old to really know what it means or a 70 year old. They both are same. Things were different when we were kids. New clothes, putting “atham” (the floral decoration) in the courtyard, helping cousins at swing. Having the feast together. It was awesome. Things changed so drastically. I woke up this afternoon (my morning) with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1950233529836092868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1950233529836092868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1950233529836092868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1950233529836092868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-onam.html' title='My Onam!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-8548174114968504549</id><published>2009-08-21T03:36:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:54:14.576+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instigator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Instigator's instigation?</title><summary type='text'>It has always been fun to be chatting with her. After the regular drill, she asked, "how come no blogs these days? "I said, "Well, been busy"She said "Why don't you write me a poem?"And the "sweet" ME agreed!  How would I be with out you, you cute little thing;How would I pester you, you sweet little thing;How would I go shallow, with the feeling so deep?How would I not sorrow this teasing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/8548174114968504549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=8548174114968504549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/8548174114968504549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/8548174114968504549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/08/instigators-instigation.html' title='Instigator&apos;s instigation?'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-6755941653025782474</id><published>2009-07-15T00:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:28:15.685+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mallika'/><title type='text'>Google got me Invisible!</title><summary type='text'>Thank you Google. You made me invisible today. I know you are asking me to dream.  Of course there were plenty of other messengers who told us that we could be invisible.The thought of going invisible in real made me drool. Ah! Wow! Hmm. I think, there should be a list! Okay, here it goes for my Mr. India mode.My list to do things1. Walk into my boss’s cube to see my appraisal card. 2. Walk right</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/6755941653025782474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=6755941653025782474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6755941653025782474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6755941653025782474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/07/google-got-me-invisible.html' title='Google got me Invisible!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1549417456538114028</id><published>2009-05-15T01:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:20:53.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Chotte Saab’s Lesson</title><summary type='text'>Our Chotte Saab didn’t do dinner, she said waiting for the micro wave oven to do its magic on the food which was tired of waiting for me. Did he sleep? , I showed my concern.I think he did. He got into bed little early than usual. She said. She too is concerned. Did you check whether he is running a temperature or something?  I asked her. She said, he is just fine. Seems to be a little dull. Dull</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1549417456538114028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1549417456538114028' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1549417456538114028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1549417456538114028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/05/chotte-saabs-lesson.html' title='Chotte Saab’s Lesson'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-9037203271261200055</id><published>2009-03-30T01:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:22:06.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a dream</title><summary type='text'>saw you in a painting, you looked greatsince you left  the painting, its just palefill the color, i asked you. wont u go back to the picture?You said, "i am the picture.i am the color. i am the nature and all its  flavor”I asked,“pictured you naked, i picture you in brace.but  when i see you, you are in my pagei draw you, i write. i sing for you.Is this right, when will I cure?”You said,“I am the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/9037203271261200055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=9037203271261200055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/9037203271261200055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/9037203271261200055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-dream.html' title='Just a dream'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1575132314126123999</id><published>2009-03-26T21:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:47:48.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I,  the news!</title><summary type='text'>I always feel proud being a Woman. I know, I believe that we have a better, greater role to play in this world. I think we run it. Right? Ha ha, Atul and Saurav thinks its they who run, keep it running. We do fight over it. Many a times. But its fun with them. I know Atul since we were kids. He is Priya aunt’s one and only son. We grew up together. We fought together. We studied together. We made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1575132314126123999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1575132314126123999' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1575132314126123999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1575132314126123999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-news.html' title='I,  the news!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-5642717813373898467</id><published>2009-03-21T16:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:12:21.051+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty gal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Her Smile was His Big Plan</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      IN   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/5642717813373898467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=5642717813373898467' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/5642717813373898467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/5642717813373898467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-smile-was-his-big-plan.html' title='Her Smile was His Big Plan'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-3617643455041597754</id><published>2008-12-29T23:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:29:03.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><summary type='text'>It’s been a while I wrote something. Not that there is this group of people waiting for my scribbling. In fact making someone read my blogs have been always a tough lessons of marketing.Personal Health has been year low lately. Let that be physical or mental. Actually mental health was all time low in between. When the break up season was on. The old fox from the grape wine consoles me saying “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/3617643455041597754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=3617643455041597754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/3617643455041597754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/3617643455041597754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-6706104855065731441</id><published>2008-08-12T02:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:33:03.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abhinav bindra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarecrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>The metaphors of life! - Bit of the philosopher in me.</title><summary type='text'>Today the raven in me got past its fears.I watched him all these years with out blinking my eyes. I was expecting him to move away so that I could fly in and collect my share of corns from the fields. But I am afraid of him. I am afraid that he will hit me with the stick in his hand. He seemed so purposeful. He seemed so sharp. I can’t fool him. Can’t really sneak past him to gather some ears of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/6706104855065731441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=6706104855065731441' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6706104855065731441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6706104855065731441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/08/metaphors-of-life-bit-of-philosopher-in.html' title='The metaphors of life! - Bit of the philosopher in me.'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-4500059263152990083</id><published>2008-08-11T00:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:08:32.039+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doorbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>I don’t own the story, the story owns me…</title><summary type='text'>Woke up with a heavy head. Couldn’t sleep much coz of the stupid dream. I had a dream inside a dream. I saw a woman in my dream. She was so normal like those cheerful ladies who think their purpose of life is to give birth to a baby, who will reform her life, reform everyone’s life. Will be the hero of their heart and will be the obvious winner of the show.She ate well, she bathe well. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/4500059263152990083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=4500059263152990083' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/4500059263152990083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/4500059263152990083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-own-story-story-owns-me.html' title='I don’t own the story, the story owns me…'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-3250645726900564160</id><published>2008-08-01T00:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:36:37.189+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dum Spiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhagavad gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Dum Spiro, Spero!!! (While I breathe, I hope)</title><summary type='text'>And I took the 26th step away from the life. The noose is getting looser; the wind is getting its act together. Being the kite, I don’t get to choose much but to take the direction the wind shows. I had some color on me when I set to fly, they got washed away in not sure which rain. Now I bear the whiteness where lot many went ‘artist’. I am the sky now. It’s rain. The direction to its wind. I’m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/3250645726900564160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=3250645726900564160' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/3250645726900564160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/3250645726900564160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/07/dum-spiro-spero-while-i-breathe-i-hope.html' title='Dum Spiro, Spero!!! (While I breathe, I hope)'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-384206726571794932</id><published>2008-03-23T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:03:47.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>chucking it!</title><summary type='text'>chuck the sense of attachment to things which don't deserve to be yours! its ain't sad then.chuck the sense of emotional bonding with someone who don't deserve any emotionality from you! its ain't sad then.chuck the memories, chuck the pain, chuck the person from your brain and chuck the bane of selfless emotionalitychuck the cloud and chuck the rain!life is easy and simple when you just see it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/384206726571794932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=384206726571794932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/384206726571794932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/384206726571794932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/03/chucking-it.html' title='chucking it!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-7936510913361922592</id><published>2008-03-23T13:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:54:16.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>how sad!</title><summary type='text'>how sad is it to knw that your gal moved on at light speed? how sad is it to know that she got engaged behind your back? how sad is it to know that even your close friend kept a false face? how sad is it to know that its just you who cant pick up the pace? how sad is it know things can never get merry? how sad is it know that its aint just you who got "slipped out" but many, but its just you who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/7936510913361922592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=7936510913361922592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/7936510913361922592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/7936510913361922592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-sad.html' title='how sad!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-4822289661711079153</id><published>2008-03-13T18:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:13:26.219+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What if - Cold Play</title><summary type='text'>What if there was no line?Nothing wrong, nothing right.What if there was no time?And no reason or rhyme.What if you should decide, that you don't want me there by your side.That you don't want me there in your life.What if I got it wrong, and no poem or songCould put right what I got wrongOr make you feel I belongWhat if you should decide that you don't want me there by your sideThat you don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/4822289661711079153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=4822289661711079153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/4822289661711079153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/4822289661711079153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-if-cold-play.html' title='What if - Cold Play'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-8877473697307952641</id><published>2008-03-13T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:50:59.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gone forever - Three days grace</title><summary type='text'>Don't know what's going onDon't know what went wrongFeels like a hundred years IStill can't believe you're goneSo I'll stay up all nightWith these bloodshot eyesWhile these walls surround me with the story of our lifeI feel so much betterNow that you're gone foreverI tell myself that I don't miss you at allI'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better nowThat you're gone foreverNow things are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/8877473697307952641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=8877473697307952641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/8877473697307952641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/8877473697307952641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/03/gone-forever-three-days-grace.html' title='Gone forever - Three days grace'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1970050422430469090</id><published>2008-02-07T19:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:06:43.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont call me a ghost</title><summary type='text'>I am so tired, I am so freak;I feel so restless, oh when so selfless;I am so lost; don’t call me a ghost;I feel so right, when its aint so bright.Its aint just a feeling, I was so fine,I aint this creeping, then time was mine;I am so lost; don’t call me a ghost;I feel so right, when its aint so bright.I am asleep, six feet underI see no clouds, no thunder;I am so lost; don’t call me a ghost;I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1970050422430469090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1970050422430469090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1970050422430469090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1970050422430469090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-call-me-ghost.html' title='Dont call me a ghost'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-8767760738153538076</id><published>2008-02-07T16:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:37:24.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><summary type='text'>“ee preetiyannu maretu hege baluvudu helu” Ya, its Kannada. I think I read the quote from a friend’s Skype quote.I made a friend to decipher the above line for me.“hey tell me how to live with out love”Pretty interesting topic. Especially with Valentines Day around the corner.I think its “love” which glorifies the epoch called “life”. Hmmm, nice. Wonderful line. Wonderful day. Valentines Day. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/8767760738153538076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=8767760738153538076' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/8767760738153538076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/8767760738153538076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-6824257422489391760</id><published>2007-10-19T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:25:15.452+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Key to my Day!!</title><summary type='text'>As I woke up today, I remembered that I have to iron my Red color T-shirt. Today being the spirit @ work celebrations, every one were asked to wear red to office today. Got up, rushed to bath room and got over all the morning wannabes in a record time. Then devotedly ironed my Red T shirt. Switched off the Iron box and kept it back.  Wore the T Shirt. Hmm nice, I felt.  Ok, What about us? My bare</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/6824257422489391760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=6824257422489391760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6824257422489391760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6824257422489391760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/10/key-to-my-day.html' title='The Key to my Day!!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1399024898298554223</id><published>2007-10-04T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:03:34.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><summary type='text'>Now what?  I find myself asking this way a lot. My confused soul keeps me perplexed always. I wish there were subtitles in the movie called Life. How I wish.  Being born on a date of certain month helped someone to categorize me as “Gemini”. Well they tagged, the core characteristic of the person will be – Confusion. Sometimes I think, how could they judge me when I was just seconds old in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1399024898298554223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1399024898298554223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1399024898298554223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1399024898298554223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-7954586285554739723</id><published>2007-08-22T15:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:45:23.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>now i need more!</title><summary type='text'>I had a picture in my mind when i wrote this. I hope you find one when you read this.with that we have we lived all daysnow i need morewith less deprave we lived all daysnow i need morewith no volume we lived all daysnow i need morewith oh,so less, we lived all daysnow i need morei want all the love you havei want all the delights of this twilight worldi want all those your painsi want them all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/7954586285554739723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=7954586285554739723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/7954586285554739723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/7954586285554739723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-i-need-more.html' title='now i need more!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-6683535650382968239</id><published>2007-08-17T16:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:52:57.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all hearts!!</title><summary type='text'>Feeling really bugged. Should do something. May be should write something. But what?   What?    What?     Well, topics were never an issue so far. I think I should just write. What ever comes onto my fingertips as electrical senses from my brain? But I always wanted to write from the heart. As they say “Straight from the heart”.    So let it be straight from the heart. Every person on this planet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/6683535650382968239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=6683535650382968239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6683535650382968239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6683535650382968239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-hearts.html' title='Its all hearts!!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1112851888793558042</id><published>2007-07-26T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:15:34.837+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Safe Journey</title><summary type='text'>As I opened my eyes to say good morning to the wonderful Thursday, I felt my head was so heavy that I thought not to try even to lift it up from the pillow. Ah! This migraine is putting me down too much these days. I messaged my officemate that I will join the work only in the afternoon session. And mentioned in the sms that I am having a bad headache! It has become an obvious reason these days. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1112851888793558042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1112851888793558042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1112851888793558042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1112851888793558042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/07/safe-journey.html' title='Safe Journey'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-2867661953963030115</id><published>2007-05-15T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:15:33.171+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coorg – The home to the brave and the beautiful. – Part 1</title><summary type='text'>When Guns and Roses sang   “Take me down to the paradise cityWhere the grass is green and the girls are prettyOh, won't you please take me homeTake me down to the paradise cityWhere the grass is green and the girls are prettyTake me home Oh, won't you please take me home”                    I dint know it was about Coorg – The home to the brave and the beautiful. It must have been about Coorg. Or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/2867661953963030115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=2867661953963030115' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/2867661953963030115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/2867661953963030115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/05/coorg-home-to-brave-and-beautiful-part.html' title='Coorg – The home to the brave and the beautiful. – Part 1'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-6326192025483195041</id><published>2007-03-26T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:06:38.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my Fingers Crossed</title><summary type='text'>            Was counting days to go home to be with my lonesome mother. Dear God I pray everyday, please take care of my mother. This time it’s been a while since I been home. After the “job” happened, “bus trips” never happened, started to believe it’s fun to “fly”.  Well this time god had another plans for me. I suddenly made up my mind to book a seat in the Bangalore- Thiruvananthapuram Volvo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/6326192025483195041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=6326192025483195041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6326192025483195041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/6326192025483195041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/03/keeping-my-fingers-crossed.html' title='Keeping my Fingers Crossed'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-2366750121475946689</id><published>2007-01-09T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:02:15.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>new day , being super optimistic!!!</title><summary type='text'>I am glad that I reinvented the  optimistic and hilarious soul in me today. The incidents so far (since I got up  today morning) have been a nightmare come true.  After booting up my shoes I was  patting my shoulder with so much ecstasy that I can board the 7.55 am bus (which is cheaper, and  takes me to office on time). I was like, well done Varun you did good!   Not only you gave yourself that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/2366750121475946689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=2366750121475946689' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/2366750121475946689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/2366750121475946689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-day-being-super-optimistic.html' title='new day , being super optimistic!!!'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102599229739525038.post-1751286997043680511</id><published>2006-11-21T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:30:32.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE FIRST CALL</title><summary type='text'>HI...hi !WHO IS THIS?UR INNERSELF...HUH? WAT?I AM U...U USING ANY SPY WARE?I AINT NEED THEM TO ACCESS U...U R FREAKING ME OUT!!!!START LISTENING TO UR INNERSELF,THE VOICES IN YOU,YOU WILL RECOGNISE MY PRESENCE... YEA RIGHT !! LIKE WAT? BURPS?ITS FUNNY, THE WAY YOU ARE MAKING FUN OF YOURSELF...WAT?WAKE UP! ITS TIMEI AM AT WORK,U THINK I WILL BE SLEEPING?YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING DAY AND NIGHT,SINCE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/feeds/1751286997043680511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2102599229739525038&amp;postID=1751286997043680511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1751286997043680511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2102599229739525038/posts/default/1751286997043680511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikethisone.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-call.html' title='THE FIRST CALL'/><author><name>work_of_fiction?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062989829127717146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
